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[color=BC8DBF]Word Count: 629 (+1 exp)
[u]Level[/u]: [b]6[/b] - [u]Total EXP[/u]: 48/60 
[b]Location[/b]: The Under - City of Tears[/color]
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[hider=Level Up!]New power: [b]Aeber's Reckoning.[/b] A divine skill of the Thief class that conjures an [url=https://imgur.com/wBULG52]assault of daggers[/url]. A very quick, very powerful attack that hits all foes in a large area, dealing bonus damage based on the user's speed. Costs three BP to use.[/hider][/center]
The layout of the Under did not follow any kind of logic. It was nonsensical in the worst way, nearly impossible to traverse with any kind of bearing in mind. Maybe Therion was already delirious with fever, or maybe he had quickly grown desensitized to the patchwork World of Light, but when the doorway inside of some huge fleshy area like the inside of a giant monster's stomach itself at the bottom of a dungeon inside of a chest in a mine, led to a stone hallway which led to a city of rain, he did not even question it beyond the initial thought of [i]The layout of the Under did not follow any kind of logic.[/i] He silently blinked at the city ahead of them, then tilted his head up and blinked at the darkness far above them. At least they could easily wash off like this, letting the water pour down on them. 

His silence continued as the Seekers boarded a boat, then filed together down dark cobblestone roads and rain. It hadn't been that long since 'infection,' but he definitely felt sick. Maybe it had even started in the earlier levels of that basement, enemies were coughing up globs of blood there too. His limbs were heavy and he had a pounding headache, not to mention his tongue felt thick and there was a subtle aching in his body that the magic healing of the Seekers' strikers hadn't alleviated. 

In Orsterra, Therion had never taken traveling with an apothecary for granted. There had been plenty of times that Alfyn's skills had come in handy. Now, Therion really wished the goofball was around. He'd gladly trade any of the Seekers for him to whip up some curative... well, to be fair, Alfyn had become his friend so the thief would gladly trade a Seeker for him regardless, if it didn't mean he'd be dragging the apothecary into the same predicament. 

He wondered how Primrose was doing elsewhere in the ruins.

[color=BC8DBF]"..."[/color]

Gods, he felt terrible. He'd thought it before but if it was possible to quit now he would seriously consider it, but as it was he didn't want to be stranded down here, unable to find a way back to the surface world. For now he dragged himself along with the group over to a familiar face. 

[i]'Trade secret' my foot,[/i] Therion thought bitterly. They'd been through hell to get here and yet there was seemingly some cozy, faster route out there somewhere. At least the mapmaker was helpful, giving them a freebie (Therion would be damned if they paid for this map, he was on Sectonia's side on this one) and giving them a breakdown of the city, plus directions to a treatment center. There was a warning too, to avoid the Consul in this area. Therion's jaw tightened. Was it the same one that cut their lift earlier? It would feel great to repay them for that, but the thief would heed Cornifer's advice about steering clear of them. None of them were in any shape for further fighting at the moment. 

About the time Sectonia flew off to do whatever it was she was wont to do, a stranger dressed in red rolled up to them. Despite meeting them just that second, he offered to show the Seekers the way to the sanitarium. Nice guy. Therion's fingers twitched. He could tell an easy mark like this instantly, but as fatigued with illness as he was there was nothing he could do about it. Instead he shoved one hand into his pocket, while the other manacle-free hand gestured to the road ahead.

[color=BC8DBF]"Lead on,"[/color] he said to the man in red after a shaky breath. The sooner he could get well again, the better.