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| − | <div></div> | + | <div></div><br> <br>Nearing noon in the swamps, the best time for a search to take place when the light is still strong and has the best chance of penetrating the thick foilage of the mangroves. The note called for all interested parties to meet at the foot of the basilisk monolith - the ancient creator artifact towers over the swamp like a silent sentinel, and at its foot waits a single jaguar clothed in long sleeves, a hood and leggings - good for keeping off the ever-present insects, even with the approach of winter.<br> <br>Sylera steps cautiously through the swamp, attempting to ensure she doesn't trip upon something. Yet even then she can't resist wondering glances at everything around her. Finally though she reaches the designated area, and the figure beneath it, and strides towards them. "Greetings..."<br> <br>Angus walks brisky through the swamp, heading to the location as quickly as possible. Last time he was here he had encountered something that confused him, something unexplainable. He was here once more to indulge his curiosity, not just to find out what was going on here in the swamps. Walking up the the monolith he tips his hat to the Jaguar. "Hello there....Was kind of expectin a Coral snake, guess he had other pressing matters"<br> <br>Dio isn't entirely aware of the various mysteries that have /plagued/ this swamp, but now was the time for discovery! More mysteries! After Angus and Sylera arrived rather punctually, Dio strolls up with a few items in each hand. As he gets closer and closer, and certainly when he begins shoving them into his mouth, it's quite obvious the strange coat wearing lion has become quite ravenous due to recovering from recent injuries and other events. Chomping on a piece of bread, Dio says with his mouthful, "'effo lood." Crumbs spray everywhere, and finally he swallows the wheat product within his mouth with a large gulp. "Good to see ya lads," he says, sans the crumbs. "I'm 'ere fer the job."<br> <br>Alef comes from the direction of the town. like the last time she was here she has turned in the robes for wading overalls, boots, and her padded armor. using her staff as a support to avoid tripping or falling in the muck as she joins the others on the island. glazing up in awe at the monolith towering above them. seeing it in full daylight just as amazing and awe inspiring as seeing it at night under the light of the moon and a unending horde of earth wisps. walking over to the group she nods to Dio and Angus, noticing the Betta girl she gives a friendly smile, and to the Jaguar, Gordon, who she saw breefly last time she was here. "I hope im not late. I got here as fast as I could once Halder pointed me in the right direction." Smiling lightly.<br> <br>"Hello, all," the jaguar says. "Officially, my title about this parts is the hermit -" he certainly looks a bit too young to be stereotypically so - "but I'm just Gordon. I'm supposed to be here to take stock of the monolith's activity, but Francis and Dolce keep on dragging me into their little schemes...in any case, they're busy trying to track down the source of these disturbances, so I'm more or less here to fill in for them in briefing you." |
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| + | "He asked me to keep a look out for folks who were with him the last time. In any case, since then there've been a few disturbing things happening deep in the swamp, and not just voices. Folk here and there, the black gops getting more aggressive, and the swamp wisps have thinned out somewhat. I've been living in this cave at the foot of the monolith for five years in service of the Academy, and not quite seen anything like this. Any questions, ask away, and then will rendezvous with Francis and all."<br> <br>Angus nods, turning to greet everyone. "Dio, Alef." He smiles a little bit before turning back to face Gordon. "Sounds like the swamp is getting a little more intresting, was there anything new found in the location from last time?" He was extremly curious, wanting to know if there was anything more found while he was gone....<br> <br>Sylera can't help but giggle at Dio's entry, so out of place for where they were. "Hello once more you two." She says softly to Angus and Dio, then gives a polite nod to the one she doesn't know. But then the guide was speaking and the betta turns to listen. "I take it that the swap wisps are... Beneficial to the environment in some way?"<br> <br>CHOMP! And just like a magician, the bread within his clutches has completely disappeared. However, unlike such a master of tricks, the destination of the summoned loaf was quite apparent. The lion looked at the bag within his other free hand and shrugged, deciding to stuff it into his coat pocket for another time, which could be five minutes from now. "Good to see ya all," he nods, waving to everyone now that the gathering has reached its probable peak. "So, 'ermit Gordon o' the Swamps," he says after listening to his little speech. "I 'aven't 'eard much 'bout these swamps 'side from some rumors 'ere and there. So to sum it up, we got some spooky and violent swamp things gettin' violent?"<br> <br>Alef smiles gently at Gordon, nodding "Anything relating to that large blob that attacked the Monolith? When last I was here the Monolith made the Wisps as a defense system. maybe the Wisps are thinning out because the Monolith doesnt need them to guard it right now? Or maybe the Gops are attacking them?" her ideas are just that, ideas, fully expecting to be wrong, just nodding "It is good your doing well though." Smiling lightly, taking a moment to relax.<br> <br>"Not that I know of," Gordon says in reply to Angus' question. "But maybe the rangers have more details on hand about violent and spooky things. And miss, while the wisps aren't eactly beneficial per se, it is an interesting anomaly. They're residual mathemagics which the monolith emits on a regular basis - any changes should probably be taken note of, although I'm not sure why this is happening myself. If there's nothing else, we can be off to the rendezvous point. Keep your eyes peeled." With that, he's headed west and north, off the island and into the muck.<br> <br>Sylera gazes up at the monolith with new respect at that tidbit of information, seemed every time the betta turned around she was greeted by something interesting. Still that wonderment was tempered by an odd feeling that made the betta pull her fins in closer as she moves to follow Gordon. "So it sounds like there is some history regarding what's happened previously..." Sylera glances at Angus. "Perhaps you could enlighten me?"<br> <br>Angus frowns, that means it was still a mystery. "...We found a clearing with some tar pits, and some unknown mathemagics. Managed to locate the place....because it was giving me a headache." He knew it sounded silly, but that was the only explanation he had for it as his left hand drifted to the grip of his rapier. A sense of dread started to come over him, the feeling as familiar to him as the cloak upon his shoulders as he looks around. "Lets get moveing." <br> <br>Now was the time. The time for meat was now, the place was here. It probably wasn't entirely safe to eat within such an environment, but there are few things worse than fighting on an empty stomach, and that would be fighting on an overly full one. Luckily, this lion has plenty of room to spare, so he pulls out his bag of delicious cured meat and rips a piece off with his sharp teeth. "Mystery maths?" He comments, swallowing down the meat as he follows along with the group. "An' what's this monolith everyone's talkin' 'bout? Should we be blowin' it up o' somethin'? O' perhaps ya would rather study it some more." | ||
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9/11/476
Log
Nearing noon in the swamps, the best time for a search to take place when the light is still strong and has the best chance of penetrating the thick foilage of the mangroves. The note called for all interested parties to meet at the foot of the basilisk monolith - the ancient creator artifact towers over the swamp like a silent sentinel, and at its foot waits a single jaguar clothed in long sleeves, a hood and leggings - good for keeping off the ever-present insects, even with the approach of winter.
Sylera steps cautiously through the swamp, attempting to ensure she doesn't trip upon something. Yet even then she can't resist wondering glances at everything around her. Finally though she reaches the designated area, and the figure beneath it, and strides towards them. "Greetings..."
Angus walks brisky through the swamp, heading to the location as quickly as possible. Last time he was here he had encountered something that confused him, something unexplainable. He was here once more to indulge his curiosity, not just to find out what was going on here in the swamps. Walking up the the monolith he tips his hat to the Jaguar. "Hello there....Was kind of expectin a Coral snake, guess he had other pressing matters"
Dio isn't entirely aware of the various mysteries that have /plagued/ this swamp, but now was the time for discovery! More mysteries! After Angus and Sylera arrived rather punctually, Dio strolls up with a few items in each hand. As he gets closer and closer, and certainly when he begins shoving them into his mouth, it's quite obvious the strange coat wearing lion has become quite ravenous due to recovering from recent injuries and other events. Chomping on a piece of bread, Dio says with his mouthful, "'effo lood." Crumbs spray everywhere, and finally he swallows the wheat product within his mouth with a large gulp. "Good to see ya lads," he says, sans the crumbs. "I'm 'ere fer the job."
Alef comes from the direction of the town. like the last time she was here she has turned in the robes for wading overalls, boots, and her padded armor. using her staff as a support to avoid tripping or falling in the muck as she joins the others on the island. glazing up in awe at the monolith towering above them. seeing it in full daylight just as amazing and awe inspiring as seeing it at night under the light of the moon and a unending horde of earth wisps. walking over to the group she nods to Dio and Angus, noticing the Betta girl she gives a friendly smile, and to the Jaguar, Gordon, who she saw breefly last time she was here. "I hope im not late. I got here as fast as I could once Halder pointed me in the right direction." Smiling lightly.
"Hello, all," the jaguar says. "Officially, my title about this parts is the hermit -" he certainly looks a bit too young to be stereotypically so - "but I'm just Gordon. I'm supposed to be here to take stock of the monolith's activity, but Francis and Dolce keep on dragging me into their little schemes...in any case, they're busy trying to track down the source of these disturbances, so I'm more or less here to fill in for them in briefing you."
"He asked me to keep a look out for folks who were with him the last time. In any case, since then there've been a few disturbing things happening deep in the swamp, and not just voices. Folk here and there, the black gops getting more aggressive, and the swamp wisps have thinned out somewhat. I've been living in this cave at the foot of the monolith for five years in service of the Academy, and not quite seen anything like this. Any questions, ask away, and then will rendezvous with Francis and all."
Angus nods, turning to greet everyone. "Dio, Alef." He smiles a little bit before turning back to face Gordon. "Sounds like the swamp is getting a little more intresting, was there anything new found in the location from last time?" He was extremly curious, wanting to know if there was anything more found while he was gone....
Sylera can't help but giggle at Dio's entry, so out of place for where they were. "Hello once more you two." She says softly to Angus and Dio, then gives a polite nod to the one she doesn't know. But then the guide was speaking and the betta turns to listen. "I take it that the swap wisps are... Beneficial to the environment in some way?"
CHOMP! And just like a magician, the bread within his clutches has completely disappeared. However, unlike such a master of tricks, the destination of the summoned loaf was quite apparent. The lion looked at the bag within his other free hand and shrugged, deciding to stuff it into his coat pocket for another time, which could be five minutes from now. "Good to see ya all," he nods, waving to everyone now that the gathering has reached its probable peak. "So, 'ermit Gordon o' the Swamps," he says after listening to his little speech. "I 'aven't 'eard much 'bout these swamps 'side from some rumors 'ere and there. So to sum it up, we got some spooky and violent swamp things gettin' violent?"
Alef smiles gently at Gordon, nodding "Anything relating to that large blob that attacked the Monolith? When last I was here the Monolith made the Wisps as a defense system. maybe the Wisps are thinning out because the Monolith doesnt need them to guard it right now? Or maybe the Gops are attacking them?" her ideas are just that, ideas, fully expecting to be wrong, just nodding "It is good your doing well though." Smiling lightly, taking a moment to relax.
"Not that I know of," Gordon says in reply to Angus' question. "But maybe the rangers have more details on hand about violent and spooky things. And miss, while the wisps aren't eactly beneficial per se, it is an interesting anomaly. They're residual mathemagics which the monolith emits on a regular basis - any changes should probably be taken note of, although I'm not sure why this is happening myself. If there's nothing else, we can be off to the rendezvous point. Keep your eyes peeled." With that, he's headed west and north, off the island and into the muck.
Sylera gazes up at the monolith with new respect at that tidbit of information, seemed every time the betta turned around she was greeted by something interesting. Still that wonderment was tempered by an odd feeling that made the betta pull her fins in closer as she moves to follow Gordon. "So it sounds like there is some history regarding what's happened previously..." Sylera glances at Angus. "Perhaps you could enlighten me?"
Angus frowns, that means it was still a mystery. "...We found a clearing with some tar pits, and some unknown mathemagics. Managed to locate the place....because it was giving me a headache." He knew it sounded silly, but that was the only explanation he had for it as his left hand drifted to the grip of his rapier. A sense of dread started to come over him, the feeling as familiar to him as the cloak upon his shoulders as he looks around. "Lets get moveing."
Now was the time. The time for meat was now, the place was here. It probably wasn't entirely safe to eat within such an environment, but there are few things worse than fighting on an empty stomach, and that would be fighting on an overly full one. Luckily, this lion has plenty of room to spare, so he pulls out his bag of delicious cured meat and rips a piece off with his sharp teeth. "Mystery maths?" He comments, swallowing down the meat as he follows along with the group. "An' what's this monolith everyone's talkin' 'bout? Should we be blowin' it up o' somethin'? O' perhaps ya would rather study it some more."
