SWP :: First Contact

SWP :: First Contact

Cathun Posts: 88

Outcast atk: 6.5 | def: 9.5 | dam: 3.5

Stallion :: Equine :: 17.1 :: 3 HP: 60 | Buff: NOVICE

Tai

#10

08-19-2015, 04:40 AM

Cathun was determined to lead his new ~~friends~~ acquaintances to the Throat as quickly as he could. The sudden appearance of Rikyn had thrown him off balance quite a bit and he couldn't help but feel like a fifth wheel where he walked slightly ahead of the others, every now and then throwing a surly glance over his shoulder. Of course, it might have been wiser to let the others lead the way south from the Frostbreath Steppe, because the spark-spraying youth had never been up there before in his life. He had no experience with the treacherous footing or the confusing tricks distances played with your eyes. In an admirably short amount of time he managed to lead them all astray, and if he hadn't been so busy berating himself for the incredibly lame figure he was making, he might have stopped to wonder why none of the others had told him he was going the wrong way...

"But still, where in the name of stomachache are we?" he muttered as he peered down from a slight elevation in the terrain, into the most peculiar forest he had ever seen. Bright, horrifyingly clear, blistering red dyed every tree, trunk and leaf and soaked into the water of a sighing waterfall, until it looked as though it was composed of actual blood. Or... was it? But more unsettling still was the flashes of electricity he had seen, and the peculiar people that now crowded around a rather impressive, yet battle-torn figure near the bloody pool.

"Hey... I don't think we should stay here..." Cathun mumbled, throwing an eye at where his two companions had been last time he looked. "I don't like the look of it, the whole place stinks of magic."

The glowing amulet around his neck quite agreed; it had begin pulsating as soon as he come within eyesight of the scene, and now it was humming and throbbing in a way that was highly alarming. It hadn't acted like this since the first bead stopped working, and Cathun feared that the longer he lingered the higher the risk would be that a second one broke. But he hesitated - it was something about the crowd below that intrigued him, something unusual and hard to pinpoint...

He hovered indecisively on the spot, watching the goings on around the blood fall without daring to go closer.

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