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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."

Alef shakes her head and points up at the giant black smooth stone tower they are heading away from. "You should use your eyes more Dio." Smiling lightly. "its a Creator Artifact that awakens a Dorment Great Bloodline. I dont think we want to blow it up. Even if that were possable." Shaking her head as Dio eats while they walk through the swamp. "When I was here last, a gigantic blob of darkness that is made of Dark Mathemagics in some way was trying to eat the Monolith, which made the Wisps to protect itself. the blob got away afterward." Speeking in a voice twinged in unease, its not hard to tell from the way she mudders mathemagic equations under her breath as they walk shes on edge about something.

Gordon says nothing, but grimaces, appearing to be fighting off the very same sensation that everyone save Dio is feeling. He doesn't say much, instead leading the group past the familiar sight of the shack that's the ranger outpost, then a little further into the muck and roots. The calls of swamp fauna are all about, although nothing really more threatening than a mudscuttler approaches the group so far. It's a while before a single, lone figure in a wide-brimmed hat can be spotted, crouching in a small spot of more solid ground while he waves everyone over.

"Gordon! Finally, you made it, and with backup, too! I've been tracking them all day, thought I was going to lose them more than once or twice, but...it's almost as if...never mind. Ah, it's you," Francis says, noticing Angus. "I asked for those who came the last time to return, but...are you the only one who could make it? I suppose we'll have to take what we can. Prepare yourslef - got any more of those mysterious headaches yet?"

"Hmm... So many things that we don't know yet..." Sylera sighs softly. Still as they travel it takes a bit of concentration for the betta to keep the worst of the musk off her trailing fins, not that there seemed to be much more to look at. As they reach their destination she gives the new figure a nod. "And what is it that you're tracking? The gops?"

Angus stays silent as they travel, keeping out of the worst of the muck as best as we can. "It's perplexing isn't it?" He comments to Sylera before they manage to catch up with Francis. The question just makes him smile. "Not at the moment, but I'll warn you if I start getting any." He answers, tapping his claws on the guard of his rapier as he looks around.

Dio gives one last look to the monolith while Alef speaks, chewing on his trusty jerky all the while. "Creators? These artifacts 're always the strangest things, ain't they? 'ope we don' 'ave to worry too much 'bout 'nother big o' blob attackin' us." Hearing people talk about headaches and what not, the lion looks over everyone and notices that they don't exactly seem like their usual selves. "An' now mystery 'eadches? Yer all feelin' alright, yeah? I'm gettin' more curious by the minute," said the cat.

Alef smiles lightly. "they really are. but seeing them always fills one with awe and amazement." Nodding lightly, greeting Francis as he adresses Angus. "What exactly are you tracking?" Shaking her head "no headache, but I do feel incredably on edge..." Looking around as if expecting something to ambush them.

Sighs a moment, wondering why her lord would continue his folly. Angel charges through, knowing exactly the path that was taken before and willing to bet her claws that this was the way he had gone. Stopping only when she sees Angus and looking around. Dark feelings come to her, as she immediately starts working on detecting it once more, "My Lord... why are you here after what happened last time?" she asks, shaking her heavy head. She looks around to the others, wondering if they were all insane, and if she was for being here. She looks off and a bit away, "That way... there is some force from that direction." she indicates.

Francis nods quickly, acknowledging Angel's arrival, then points out into the darkness. "Them."

It's not immediately clear who the coral snake is pointing at immediately, but at length one can make out figures picking their way through the thick mangroves, largely clad in light but concealing clothing. "Gordon, thanks for bringing the folk here. This is beyond your scope of things for now - head back to the shack and hole up with Ash and everyone else. I fully intend to come back one way or another. As for the rest of you, keep up with me. I trust you can at least manage not to make that much noise." With that - he starts leading them in the direction which Angel had pointed out.

Sylera peers at where Francis points barely able to make out that there's something there. As she steps forward however her foot somehow manages to land on a stick with a loud crack, alerting the figures. "...Oops..."

Angus nods his head slowly, taking a step forward before he hears the stick snap. "Damn." He whispers loudly, using mathematics to summon up a wave of wind to try and take the runners off their feet. But there were to many trees in the way, the spell becoming weaker as it continues.

Dio puts away his jerky regretfully and switches out his soul gems for something a bit more subtle in nature to help avoid detection. The lion sneaks his way through the area and lets out a small "Uh oh" after hearing a small snap of a twig or whatever it may be. Seeing the mysterious creatures take off, he chaces after them! Howerver, the environment wouldn't make such a task easy, especially considering the mud and roots attacking at his legs. With a heavy struggle, he manages to keep sight of the creatures, but hasn't gained any ground on them.

Angus curses loudly as his spell fails, taking off after their targets. Unlike Dio his footing was sure, avoiding anything that could of snagged his boot this time as he breaks ahead and draws closer to the beings they were pursuing. He refused to let them escape while questions still remained unanswered, dogging them as they flee.

Alef is completely content to follow Francis's lead in tracking the unknown's, but when the stick snaps, and the targets flee she finishes one of the equations on her tounge and leaps. a thick current of air flowing under her as she manages to get to branch level, moving through the branches and vines on mathemagicly augmented air guiding her way. keeping an eye from above and as quiet as she can.

No time to lose! Experienced as he is, Francis himself doesn't have that much time to so much as shoot accusatory glares before leaping into action, easily gaining ground to keep abreast of Angus in their pursuit. With Angus in the lead, Dio and Alef still in the game, and Sylera trailing behind, everyone tries to keep up as best as they can. Francis and Angus are the first to catch up somewhat, unwilling to lose their quarry amongst the trees, but eventually burst into a small clearing with yet more tar pits about - or at least, it looks like tar.

"These weren't here the last time I was here," Francis mutters, then looks up at the congregation of beings gathered on the small patch of dry land, clustered about the rotting corpse of an alligator, concocting some kind of paint from its putrefying innards and painting their limbs with the disgusting mess. Slowly, he draws a long hunting knife, for all the good it will do. "And neither were you. You don't belong here."

"We belong here more than you do, ranger," one of the cultists replies, a garish, ghoulish sight. "This land was once our master's dominon, and it's only right that it revert to his ownership."

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 <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."
-"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."
+"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."<br> <br>Alef shakes her head and points up at the giant black smooth stone tower they are heading away from. "You should use your eyes more Dio." Smiling lightly. "its a Creator Artifact that awakens a Dorment Great Bloodline. I dont think we want to blow it up. Even if that were possable." Shaking her head as Dio eats while they walk through the swamp. "When I was here last, a gigantic blob of darkness that is made of Dark Mathemagics in some way was trying to eat the Monolith, which made the Wisps to protect itself. the blob got away afterward." Speeking in a voice twinged in unease, its not hard to tell from the way she mudders mathemagic equations under her breath as they walk shes on edge about something.<br> <br>Gordon says nothing, but grimaces, appearing to be fighting off the very same sensation that everyone save Dio is feeling. He doesn't say much, instead leading the group past the familiar sight of the shack that's the ranger outpost, then a little further into the muck and roots. The calls of swamp fauna are all about, although nothing really more threatening than a mudscuttler approaches the group so far. It's a while before a single, lone figure in a wide-brimmed hat can be spotted, crouching in a small spot of more solid ground while he waves everyone over.
+"Gordon! Finally, you made it, and with backup, too! I've been tracking them all day, thought I was going to lose them more than once or twice, but...it's almost as if...never mind. Ah, it's you," Francis says, noticing Angus. "I asked for those who came the last time to return, but...are you the only one who could make it? I suppose we'll have to take what we can. Prepare yourslef - got any more of those mysterious headaches yet?"<br> <br>"Hmm... So many things that we don't know yet..." Sylera sighs softly. Still as they travel it takes a bit of concentration for the betta to keep the worst of the musk off her trailing fins, not that there seemed to be much more to look at. As they reach their destination she gives the new figure a nod. "And what is it that you're tracking? The gops?"<br> <br>Angus stays silent as they travel, keeping out of the worst of the muck as best as we can. "It's perplexing isn't it?" He comments to Sylera before they manage to catch up with Francis. The question just makes him smile. "Not at the moment, but I'll warn you if I start getting any." He answers, tapping his claws on the guard of his rapier as he looks around.<br> <br>Dio gives one last look to the monolith while Alef speaks, chewing on his trusty jerky all the while. "Creators? These artifacts 're always the strangest things, ain't they? 'ope we don' 'ave to worry too much 'bout 'nother big o' blob attackin' us." Hearing people talk about headaches and what not, the lion looks over everyone and notices that they don't exactly seem like their usual selves. "An' now mystery 'eadches? Yer all feelin' alright, yeah? I'm gettin' more curious by the minute," said the cat.<br> <br>Alef smiles lightly. "they really are. but seeing them always fills one with awe and amazement." Nodding lightly, greeting Francis as he adresses Angus. "What exactly are you tracking?" Shaking her head "no headache, but I do feel incredably on edge..." Looking around as if expecting something to ambush them.<br> <br>Sighs a moment, wondering why her lord would continue his folly. Angel charges through, knowing exactly the path that was taken before and willing to bet her claws that this was the way he had gone. Stopping only when she sees Angus and looking around. Dark feelings come to her, as she immediately starts working on detecting it once more, "My Lord... why are you here after what happened last time?" she asks, shaking her heavy head. She looks around to the others, wondering if they were all insane, and if she was for being here. She looks off and a bit away, "That way... there is some force from that direction." she indicates.<br> <br>Francis nods quickly, acknowledging Angel's arrival, then points out into the darkness. "Them."
+It's not immediately clear who the coral snake is pointing at immediately, but at length one can make out figures picking their way through the thick mangroves, largely clad in light but concealing clothing. "Gordon, thanks for bringing the folk here. This is beyond your scope of things for now - head back to the shack and hole up with Ash and everyone else. I fully intend to come back one way or another. As for the rest of you, keep up with me. I trust you can at least manage not to make that much noise." With that - he starts leading them in the direction which Angel had pointed out.<br> <br>Sylera peers at where Francis points barely able to make out that there's something there. As she steps forward however her foot somehow manages to land on a stick with a loud crack, alerting the figures. "...Oops..."<br> <br>Angus nods his head slowly, taking a step forward before he hears the stick snap. "Damn." He whispers loudly, using mathematics to summon up a wave of wind to try and take the runners off their feet. But there were to many trees in the way, the spell becoming weaker as it continues.<br> <br>Dio puts away his jerky regretfully and switches out his soul gems for something a bit more subtle in nature to help avoid detection. The lion sneaks his way through the area and lets out a small "Uh oh" after hearing a small snap of a twig or whatever it may be. Seeing the mysterious creatures take off, he chaces after them! Howerver, the environment wouldn't make such a task easy, especially considering the mud and roots attacking at his legs. With a heavy struggle, he manages to keep sight of the creatures, but hasn't gained any ground on them.<br> <br>Angus curses loudly as his spell fails, taking off after their targets. Unlike Dio his footing was sure, avoiding anything that could of snagged his boot this time as he breaks ahead and draws closer to the beings they were pursuing. He refused to let them escape while questions still remained unanswered, dogging them as they flee.<br> <br>Alef is completely content to follow Francis's lead in tracking the unknown's, but when the stick snaps, and the targets flee she finishes one of the equations on her tounge and leaps. a thick current of air flowing under her as she manages to get to branch level, moving through the branches and vines on mathemagicly augmented air guiding her way. keeping an eye from above and as quiet as she can.<br> <br>No time to lose! Experienced as he is, Francis himself doesn't have that much time to so much as shoot accusatory glares before leaping into action, easily gaining ground to keep abreast of Angus in their pursuit. With Angus in the lead, Dio and Alef still in the game, and Sylera trailing behind, everyone tries to keep up as best as they can. Francis and Angus are the first to catch up somewhat, unwilling to lose their quarry amongst the trees, but eventually burst into a small clearing with yet more tar pits about - or at least, it looks like tar.
+"These weren't here the last time I was here," Francis mutters, then looks up at the congregation of beings gathered on the small patch of dry land, clustered about the rotting corpse of an alligator, concocting some kind of paint from its putrefying innards and painting their limbs with the disgusting mess. Slowly, he draws a long hunting knife, for all the good it will do. "And neither were you. You don't belong here."
+"We belong here more than you do, ranger," one of the cultists replies, a garish, ghoulish sight. "This land was once our master's dominon, and it's only right that it revert to his ownership."

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