[center][u][b]Gangraena[/b][/u][/center]
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The interior of the sack peeled away to reveal a room with several other people in it. A nice woman had gone and removed the bag from her head. That made her happy.

"Thaaaank yooouu..." An uncharacteristically feminine voice emanated from the tall thrall of metal. It sounded like a chipper lady of some youth, a voice like a spring's morning. The voice was distorted however, echoing out from the helm like it was being spoken from the bottom of an unfathomably deep chasm yet still clear and understandable as the words of someone standing next to them would be. Her words were dragged out too, the vowels stretched long like a suspenseful violin note as the hapless victim slowly pushes open the door, revealing the horror that lurked beyond it's threshold.

Needless to say her friendliness was well undercut by her uncanniness.

Only towards the end of her dialogue did Gangraena finally look up and grasp her in full: The Warden of The Maw. Like the figurehead upon a mast she stood, beckoning to them all as she laid forth her demands. With a voice not unlike the crackling of frost beneath her boots and a figure that was... Female, that much she could make out of her.

It was like those stars she'd see whenever she was low on oxygen, back when breathing was still a concern for her. It was akin to those fleeting sparkles, ephemeral as they bled in and out of view except in this case The Warden was no sparkle, quite the opposite. It sort of reminded her of something she saw, long long ago, so long in fact it felt like trying to recall a face...

A face from before she was born.

But that was impossible, no? After all her earliest memories were all a fog of walking and recollections of the surface before she'd sunk. Perhaps people who seemed oddly juxtaposed over reality itself just had that kind of face you'd swear you'd recognized even though you just met. She really couldn't tell.

Snapping briefly out of her ponderings Gangraena overheard something about killing a god or what-not. Truth be told she was only halfway paying attention to what was actually being said. Of course, even if she had warned them it would of come as a surprise nonetheless when the room seemed to fold away, spilling the earth unto them once more. Of course, the darkness hid no secrets from her so it merely seemed as though she'd been buried now. Not really a step up from drowning if she had to be honest.

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[u][b]Elsewhere...[/b][/u]
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Of course when the pocket of reality they had been stuck in finally peeled away she dropped with a thunk and a splash, landing a bit up the river from where everyone else had been sent. Water flowed around her prone form like it was yet another stone in the path, seeping into what parts of her armor were submerged. As she braced her hands against the rock-strewn riverbed the very ground seemed to strain under the force of her lifting herself up onto her knees so she could then gather up onto her feet. It was a task that would seem impossible on any ordinary person as the armor's very designed screamed heavy and unwieldy but she made it look as natural as getting up in pajamas. Water flowed out from her helmet, the state of the being beneath it unseen by the world around.

She took a step forward only for a handle to prod into her chestplate. Looking down she let out a ghastly gasp of delight upon discovering her anchor jutting up, the anchor's head partially imbedded in the muddy earth over which the water glided.

"Myyy Aaanchoor! Yyaaayy!"

With a merry cheery from the hollow knight she embraced the nautical tool turned murder weapon in a great big hug. Her weapon returned she was now complete and ready to tackle this new adventure! Err... After she figured out what exactly that was. Whilst wrapping the six or so meters of age old chain that hung from the loop which now served as this weapon's pommel around her torso for ease of carrying she looked around. In the distance some others were awakening, talking could be heard though she couldn't make out exactly what yet. More directly in view was a lady washing her bare skin down with sand and water. Slinging the weighty anchor over her shoulder she started meandering her way over to strike up a conversation of her own and perhaps figure out what they were even supposed to do.

"Ssooo... Waaardens hhuuhh? Aare theeeyy crraazyy oorr whaat?..." The strange figure which loomed over the smaller one jested, their odd voice not really complimenting the more casual air she was hoping to strike.

"Haaahaaahaaa..." She then laughed at her own joke. It was not a disingenuous laugh either, simply a mirthful droning guffaw at the silliness of it all.