[center][color=bc8dbf][h1]Ramattra[/h1][/color]
Level 7 - EXP 8/70
Words: 813 // +2 EXP
Mysterious Lumber Mill - The Frozen Highlands[/center]
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As the group gathered back inside the safety of the hulking transportation vehicle… rather primitive looking. Ramattra was weary of their well-being inside the confines of this machine, but since it was where his new acquaintances had conducted operations, it gave him little choice but to enter the vehicle with the rest of the crew, minding his head on the entrance as he planted himself atop a poorly cushioned pillow. Despite these conditions, Ramattra reminded himself of his teachings away from physical attachment and that his mind being clouded of… discomfort, would distract him from his goals. He shook his thoughts away silently as he folded his staff across his lap and listened to the briefing that was provided. With very little introduction, it was clear to the Omnic that this human, Sandalphon, was in charge of the major orders the group took after.

As they detoured to the west, Ramattra tried not to feel crowded in the midst of the teams recruits. How big exactly was this entire operation? And what was their intent in this frozen stretch of land? Many questions lingered in the back of the Omnic’s head as he listened to the quick debriefing, and distant speaking that occurred once the group had arrived at the seemingly abandoned lumber mill… odd how the man who stayed outside was not the owner… What horrors lied inside for such a poetic warning? [i]Best not to think of it for the time being. [/i] Ramattra could certainly come back later in search for anything of importance, or maybe… just maybe discover some of the secrets inside of the mill, considering it seemed like it was shrouded in the most uncertainty.

Many of the group opted to explore the woods to acquire some of the local “magical” wildlife to assist with transportation, leaving Ramattra and the rest of the group with some freedom to conduct their own exploration while the majority was busy. It seemed that the companion Ramattra had met earlier, Heismay, quickly scurrying out of the mill the stagecoach had just left, had quickly investigated portions of the building, though he seemed only to have made it out with some sort of… wooden trinket. Surely this location was not that hopeless that all his bat-like companion could find was some wooden doo-dad that had some unspecified purpose. But with the way he retreated and only made it out with that… Gave Ramattra the feeling that this landmark had secrets that were more-than-meets-the-eye. With a curt nod, he turned towards his remaining companions, whoever those may be. [color=bc8dbf]“If you feel… interested in accompanying me, I feel that the abandoned facility serves some importance. I will travel back to investigate.”[/color] It was an open invite to any of the remaining group members, though the Omnic would still pursue his interests in the building whether alone or with allies.

As the group began to part and complete their own objectives, Ramattra stood from his seat in the coach, clutching his staff closely as he sighed. Though he was able to stomach (no irony intended) the rather bumpy ride across the snowy landscape, Ramattra found himself grateful that he would find himself out of its company for a short amount of time. With the sound of metal on metal reverbing throughout the hull of the stagecoach, Ramattra exited elegantly, raising the hood of his monk garbs over his head against the blisteringly cold winds of the open snowfields where his newfound allies chased and wrangled the nearby Reindrix. He turned away from the group, and began making his march towards the mill once again, hopefully to return with more information, rather than useless trinkets.

Ram looked at the pathway they had exited from, walking back inside of the building to explore its confines, examining the rugged, rustic, and rather messy interior of the first door he found himself in. It was unusual that he had missed this landmark on his travels here, though his general sense of direction seemed to be thrown all the way off already. His hand gently brushed against the wood on the walls of the building, as if to examine the age through touch. Reminded that he was now inside suddenly, Ramattra lowered his hood from his head, providing a bit more visibility to his surroundings. Whatever chased Heismay out of the building was still inside, so the Omnic had to be on full alert. Ramattra picked up any odds and ends he could find to examine them, but the result turned out to be the same nearly every single time; useless. Junk. [color=bc8dbf]“Huhm. I suppose the small member was moving rather fast. Maybe wherever he found that stick could be deeper…”[/color] The Omnic couldn’t help but feel weary about travelling deeper secretly, but the more information they get about the area, the better for both Ramattra and the party,