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Prologue

"I don't know what it is, my friend."

There was no doubting it, whatever they had found was unlike anything either of them had seen before. Sian, the woman who spoke, and Grayson, the man she spoke to had been working together for a lot of arcs. They had seen a lot of things, many of them unusual, some of them impossible. But this? This was like nothing else. Grayson smiled and nodded. He didn't speak, because he could not. Grayson had been unable to speak since the trial of his birth; a fact which had caused many to dismiss him but yet he had an amazing and quick mind.

They had found this item and they had done all the things that they needed to do first, in the initial recording of their findings. They had drawn it, measured it and written descriptions of it. Now, they would take it and transfer it into the area where it could be examined more closely. Grayson put down his notes, picked it up and took it over to the small chest where they kept the samples.

Sian didn't look at him, but lowered her head to examine the ground where the item had laid for so many arcs, lifting her pencil to record what she saw.

Then, Grayson chuckled.

Looking around, Sian saw the dreadful transformation which had overcome her friend and colleague. Her mouth opened to scream, but the scream never left her throat. His hand, covered as it was with the condition spreading rapidly, wrapped around her throat and as she heard her friend speak she considered that Grayson had a beautiful voice even as he snapped her neck as a child snaps a twig.

Looking down at Sian's body, which had already begun its own transformation, the thing that had been Grayson smiled and repeated the only two words it currently knew.

"I live."
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The sun was bright in the sky and the birds were chirping. It was a beautiful trial on Scalvoris and the group who had volunteered to help were gathered on the docks of Immortals' Tongue. It had been a short boat ride over to the island but there had been a chance for them to meet and greet and so on. However, the boat ride had left before dawn so that they could get over there and they arrived on Immortals' Tongue in the heat of the Ymiden morning.

There was a woman waiting on the docks, a tall human woman with dark hair and caramel coloured skin. She had intense brown eyes and she looked at them each. "My name is Reza. I am overseer of Immortals' Tongue. You are here only because I speak yes when asked." Her accent was thick and her eyes did not seem entirely pleased to see them. Standing with her, however, was a woman who seemed much more prone to being friendly, at least. She had long red hair and might be recognised by some of them. "Hello. I'm Jo'ne, I'm the mayor of Scalvoris Town and I'm here representing the council, the military and the university. Thank you for volunteering your time, we are very grateful."

Looking around at the people gathered, she handed out a piece of parchment to each of them. If they looked, it contained a detailed map of the island with the location of all the shrines on there. "You'll see there, there are ruins near the shrine to Chrein and Ziell. Those were the ruins the first team were exploring when they disappeared. The ruins up more to the north by the shrines to Treid and Vhalar was where the second team was. There is literally no trace of them, it's like the people simply disappeared."

However, Jo'ne explained, the equipment and so on was still there. It was as though the archaeologists had been there one trill and not the next. "So, what we're going to do is we've split you into two teams. Flora team, you'll be in the southern ruins. That's Pash, Padraig and Lakia. Fauna team, in the north. That's Amaris, Kali, Arwel and Tio. Each team will have an archaeologist and a guard with them. Both sets of ruins are above and below ground, so you're going to be in dark places."

She looked around and smiled, then Reza spoke up again. "The Immortals. This place, this ground is sacred. Here, they walk. They dream and they speak. If they speak to you, listen. If you disrespect them, you die." It didn't sound like a threat, more like a statement of fact. "There are monsters here not found anywhere else. Take weapons, do not be afraid to fight. If they look diseased, try not touch. Medical supplies with guides."

Without further ado - and with a little bit of a feeling of trying to get them hurried along (and maybe of shutting Reza up), Jo'ne split them up into their teams and introduced them to their guide and companion.

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Ok lovely people - because there's a lot of you (my poor old brain!) I'm going to split you into two teams! The names were kindly provided by one of you who shall remain nameless!
Team FaunaTeam Flora
AmarisPash
Kali'rialPadraig
ArwelLakia
Tio
This is team FAUNA

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Your archaeologist companion is a male Sev'ryn called Kris
He looks to be in his mid fifties
He wears a sword at his hip and carries a crossbow.
Kris is a friendly, chatty fellow.
Although he is an experienced archaeologist, this is his first time on Immortals' Tongue.


Your guard is a female mixed-blood called Petra
She looks to be late twenties.
She wears a longsword on one hip and a shortsword on the other. She also has a bow slung on her back.
She is generally quiet, although friendly.
She has lived on Scalvoris all her life
She carries a first aid kit.

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The boat ride had been a pleasant trip, Kali learning her companion names and such as they moved towards the Immortal's Tongue shoreline. She knew Pash, of course, and Amaris she had also met previously. The other members of the boat had been new faces, yet regardless of who they were the group had all come for the same reason. They had been a call put out in Scalvoris for bodies willing to volunteer for an expedition, and Kali couldn't resist a good reason to avoid the painful truth that her Familiar hadn't yet appeared to her.

So before the dawn, the group of explorers had bundled into the boat and were now docking on the Immortal's Tongue. Stepping out into the heat of the morning, the brunette adjusted her rucksack where it was slung over her shoulders. She had prepared for the cooler weather, having heard from the locals in Scalvoris that the Tongue was always windy and icy. Wearing her hide dress, rawhide armguards and woven leather belt, she also had on her wolfskin mantle. Hanging from her belt was a water skin, her quiver with 40 arrows, her tinder kit, her compass and a hunting knife. Slung over her chest in a diagonal was 30 feet of rope and on her back she wore her rucksack with a blanket rolled up inside, her thick leggings and yak hide cloak, and a lantern tied to the side. Her short bow she held comfortably in her left hand. Her feet, as always, were bare and the warmth of the sand was noticeable between her toes. She was surprised at how warm it actually was. Perhaps the locals had been wrong?

As the two women on the docks spoke to them, Kali listened carefully, her brow knitted in concentration as she studied the map provided by Jo'ne finding the ruins referred to. The situation was indeed confusing, but there was no was someone just 'disappeared'. Logic stood that they were somewhere...but where was the question at hand.

As the team were split up, the Sev'ryn shot Pash a brief look and a nod, before turning to follow the Fauna group. It worried her that they had been separated, but it did make sense. Two dig sites, two groups would cover more ground faster. So it was, she walked along with the group in quiet observation of their surroundings and companions. Kris was a Sev'ryn, not quite an Elder yet but old enough to be her elder, and a talkative fellow. It was also his first time on the island, and so Kali felt a small sense of kinship with the man. The other companion, Petra, was friendly enough, but clearly left the talking to Kris as she watched out for the group. Sensible and focused. Kali respected that.

They walked for what seemed like breaks on end, passing shrines along the way, some fascinatingly intricate carved temple-like structures, others simply piles of rocks. As they reached the Northern Ruins, Kali took in the view before her, periwinkle eyes finding as much information as they could based on the view presented and keeping a keen eye for danger. The whole island made her feel uneasy, as though there were voices on the screaming of the wind that she couldn't quite hear.
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Under normal circumstances signing up for a search party hoping to find a bunch of archaeologists was not Tio's idea of a good time. Call him a cynic, but if everyone on both teams had just disappeared into thin air without a trace then they were most likely all dead, and therefor by trying to find them there was a good chance he was inviting whatever terrible fate befell them to befall him too.

However what had convinced Tio to sign up for the expedition was not a sense of moral obligation to help the people who may be in danger or a scholarly curiosity, as it seemed a lot of the other members on this trip were compelled by, but rather the destination of the trip itself. The Immortals had always seemed so fascinating to him; whenever they got involved in people's lives something incredible usually happened, and wherever they went they left amazing creations or terrible destruction in their wake. So on an island dominated by shrines to each and every Immortal he'd ever heard of there was a good chance that somewhere about the place he'd be able to find some kind of strange or magical treasure! Of course there was an equally good chance of finding something incredibly dangerous lurking about and he was no great fighter, so exploring the place alone seemed a bit too risky to his life for his liking. As part of a group with a trained guard and archaeologist however his chances of survival felt just about high enough to make it worth taking the risk.

Naturally he hadn't mentioned his true intentions to the other members of the search team. Under no circumstances could he imagine that saying 'hey there, I'm just here to swipe anything valuable and use you all as meat-shields if anything dangerous comes up' would result in anyone agreeing to take him along on the expedition, so instead Tio had fallen back on his deceptive ways and spun a little web of lies to mask his true intentions. During the boat ride he'd introduced himself to the others as an actor and playwright who'd come along not only to help his fellow man, but in the hopes of finding 'artistic inspiration' for his next play and dropped it at that. He was pretty sure none of the others doubted him, but then again it wasn't always easy to tell.

When they first docked at the island the wind chill had caused Tio to draw his red overcoat tighter around himself, mostly concealing the long-sleeved grey shirt underneath it from sight. After hearing that the Immortal's Tounge was a dark and icy place he'd decided to wear his weather gear, which included thick black trousers and boots, but had opted for his usual red overcoat instead of his thicker black one when he'd seen how sunny it was in the morning. His backpack was slung across his back, with a coil of rope, a torch, a tinderbox, a compass, a waterskin, and four empty rucksacks inside, and his knife was sheathed on the left side of his belt. He'd also packed the bones that comprised of his thrall, Risas, away at the bottom of his backpack concealed by a rag, but hadn't mentioned that to any of the others. Being a necromancer wasn't exactly something to advertise after all, and with luck he wouldn't have to use it.

Reza and Jo'ne had then split them up into two groups, the Fauna team and the Flora team. He'd been placed in the Fauna team, which was guided by a friendly Sev'ryn named Kris, an immediately likable fellow who Tio had spent a little bit of time chatting with on the boat ride over. However for the most part Tio's attention was focused on the groups guard, a mixed-blood woman named Petra. Being as she immediately struck him as the best armed and likely most combat proficient of the group Tio decided that sticking close to her was a good idea, and spent the majority of the four hour trek to the northern ruins shamelessly pestering her with flirtatious jokes. There were three other's in the group who'd signed up like he'd done; Kali'rial, an attractive Sev'ryn kitted out with a lot of hunting gear who was immediately after Petra on his list of people to stick close to if shit hit the fan, Amaris, another mixed-blood who he was pretty sure was some kind of scholar, and Arwel, a heavily tattooed man who seemed like he could handle himself in a fight. It occurred to him that from the outside they all must make quite an odd looking group, as they had little in the way of common ground between them besides the odd alignment in race or profession, but between them must have quite a few useful skills at their disposal for whatever might lay in store for them.

The trek up to the ruins had been genuinely fascinating, as along the way they passed a number of shrines of all different shapes and sizes belonging to various members of the Immortal Pantheon. Each of these shrines had their own unique air about them which seemed to slightly stir up certain emotions within him as they passed by; near the shrine of Ilaren for example Tio could have sworn the air tingled with anticipation the way it did just before lightning struck, and by Cassion's shrine the adventurous spirit in him seemed to sing a little louder. However the dark, icy landscape of the island wasn't the easiest terrain to cross, and when they finally reached the ruins Tio was ready for a little sit down.

"Well now, isn't this a charming little hamlet." Tio remarked with mock sincerity to no-one in particular as he took a seat on a pile of rubble and looked around at the ruins around them. The ruins were.... well ruinous, there was really no better word to describe them. A lot of stone, dust and broken structures, though what these structures were exactly was not immediately clear to him. He turned to the rest of the group, clear joviality in his tone and body language despite the grim scene around them.

"So tell me guys, what's our plan here? We could walk around, shout a lot and hope that they reply, but I'm not holding onto hope that that'll work. What about you Sevvy?" He looked over to Sev'ryn, "You're the brains of this operation. Where do we start?"
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Arwel was as nervous as he was excited about this new expedition. The last one was still in the back of his mind, but at the same time this could prove to be different. As usual, Arwel was rather quiet, almost somber on the ride to the island in the early morning. It might seem like he was being antisocial, but he was actually meditating, something he normally did at this time. It was normally accompanied by stretches, but he had forgone them for the time being. His domain bag was a boon to him, being an intrepid traveler prone to wanderlust, it was great to be able to carry all that he needed within one bag. It also meant that he could collect more of what interested him without fear of overburdening his horse or himself, which made him more excited for where his travels would take him.

He was glad to see some familiar faces on this expedition, though it didn't long as Lakia and Padraig were both put on a different team. At least he had Amaris on his team, perhaps he could attempt to create a friendship between them this time. He had a good start from last time, he spoke at least two sentences to her, which was a good start for someone as cripplingly shy as he was. Shaking the thought for the moment, he turned mentally to his supplies, going over what he had to make sure he was as prepared as possible. He was wearing his clothes beneath his leather armor, and he had his blue bandanna over his red hair. Strapped to his baldric that went from shoulder to opposite hip was his pistol crossbow and his arming sword. In his bag was a first aid kit, toiletries, a waterskin, tinderbox, his tarp and sleeping bag, both of his journals and pen and vials of ink, and in the light canvas bag he wore before the domain bag were the samples that he'd obtained from the foray into the ice caves. He had the light stones, in particular, be within easy reach, in case it grew dark and torches were forgotten or would not light.

The trek to the ruins was incredibly fascinating for Arwel, and within seconds he had his journal and pen out and was buried in his book, writing away at what he saw and sketching anything interesting. Part of his mind was recording this the way Jackson had encouraged when they were in the ice caves, and the other part just found the whole of the island fascinating and didn't want to forget anything. When they reached the ruins in particular that they were to be looking around, he carefully stepped over a rock that could have sent him tumbling and after a moment to let the ink dry, he closed his journal and stowed it and the pen back in his bag. When one of his new companions, was it Tio?, inquired as to what their plan was, he bit his lip, head ducking down as he wondered if they should look for clues. If they disappeared then surely there would be some indication as to where they went, right? If not, then perhaps they'd find clues in the area they were last exploring. Perhaps they touched something they shouldn't have and were trapped somewhere as a result. These were both plausible ideas, but he didn't speak up, rather just nudged a rock with his boot and waited to see what the others thought about the situation.
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There were separation which they might, perhaps, have rather not had, but they made their way in their small group; passing shrines which were there for the Immortals, for the Originals and maybe even for other beings, who knew? As the Fauna group moved, the weather changed. The wind started to whip and howl, sounding now and then like the spirits of the dead were calling to them, whispering at times and screeching in their ears at others. They hadn't been walking longer than a break (hour) when the rain started. Gentle at first, it quickly turned into a torrential downpour which, unless they were well prepared would mean that they would be soaked.

Kris, their Sev'ryn archaeologist was most definitely in the prepared camp. He was well equipped and well prepped and he, at least, was dry. So too was Petra; she looked unsurprised and simply pulled her hood up. It might be worth to notice that, when Tio spoke to her with flirtatious jokes, after a few of them, Petra stopped in her tracks and leaned towards him. "Do you see that tree?" Petra's head was right next to his, her body leaning closer. "It has more chance with me than you do." She smiled and carried on walking.

The more they traveled, the worse the weather got.

Immortals' Tongue had a lot of strange superstitions and so on about it and for all of them, even Petra, it was their first time on the small island itself. This was tricky in and of itself and meant that they did not know the terrain or what to expect. The first thing that became obvious to the six of them was that the word "path" held a strange meaning here, and a very loose one. The path they were following could mostly be sort of seen, most of the time. It was uneven and made of loose stones. For the first leg of the journey, they risked snapped ankles if they stumbled.

Within a quarter break, they passed their first shrine. Quickly, it became obvious that the shrines here on Immortals' Tongue were as varied as the Immortals they were dedicated to. Some were small, barely more than stone altars nestled into the foliage, others were large and intricate. Which of the Immortals the shrine was dedicated to was not obviously apparent each time, although of course they had their maps. It was worth to note, also, that there were shrines not only to the Immortals here, but to the beings who came before them, the Originals.

After half a break, their journey took them in the direct line of a small set of ruins. Not the ones they were moving towards, this seemed to be the ruins of a small tower. Yet, they just kept going. Strange, really, they maybe should have seen signs of the other group up to this point, but they did not.

No sounds, no sights. It was like they were the only ones on the island.

Onward, and the terrain grew more uneven as the flat grasslands gave way to hills and then steeper climbs. Once or twice there were steps carved into the side of the incline, making their travel easier ~ other times, it was a steep climb. Nothing requiring ropes or such, but certainly taxing. Before they got to 'their' ruins, they saw that to their right there was a tall stone tower, intact and standing out against the skyline. It wasn't the tallest thing on the horizon, there were a lot of high hills here, but it was unusual.

Now and then, just off in their peripheral vision, they might even think they saw a flicker of candlelight in there. But sure enough, as they turned to look there was nothing there. It must have been the lightening. Eventually, though, after what had turned into five breaks of trudging through pouring rain, thunder and lightening, howling winds and even the occasional hailstorm, the ruins came into sight.

It was like the Immortals themselves were pleased to see them; as they stepped into the camp outside the ruins, the skies cleared and the sun shone. The birds sung and all was clear as a summer's trial. What they might notice was that, in the camp and around the ruins themselves, the grass and the rocks were dry. The terrain was completely dry. Like no rain had fallen here all trial.

Odd.

Kris spoke up then. "That there's the command tent. In there will be information on the dig, what's been found, what's still to be excavated, that kind of thing." When Tio asked about what they were going to do and used the phrase Sevvy, Kris turned serious blue eyes to the young man. He looked at Tio without speaking for a good few trills, looking him up and down and then he spoke. "Where I come from, folks have more sense than to pull that sort of nonsense with those who might have to decide whether or not to save them." His tone was calm, but he wasn't messing around in any way. "I guess you don't come from there."

Kris glance at Kali and smiled, then turned to look at Petra, who nodded her head.

"In the command tent is the place to start. Then on to the ruins themselves. I'd say you've got a good idea, there, lad." Kris' steely gaze turned to Arwel. "Make notes. We could all do that. Might allow us to spot something important."
Assuming that they did that, the command tent was in front of them. It was a large tent, easily big enough to hold a feast for thirty people, for example. As they went inside, though, something was quickly and very immediately obvious.

The place was in chaos. One could be forgiven for thinking that the tent had been ransacked, that in fact the archaeologists had been killed by burglars. However, there were no people here. The large table which had been in the middle of the tent was upturned, there were chests flung around the place and there was parchment scattered everywhere.

Immediately, Kris held up a hand. "Hold. First we look, make sure what we're seeing." He stood and surveyed the scene, and urged them to do the same. Those who did saw that there were a few obvious things. First, there were no people, but there were no signs of them having been here when this happened either ~ in so much as there was no sign of a fight having taken place. No blood, no bits of ripped clothing. It was almost like meticulous chaos.

Second, there was a lot of mess. A lot of it. But it was in five distinct areas. The middle of the room, where the table had been, and was currently upended still. The front of the tent where there had been, looking at it, a storage cupboard or some such which held papers. Toward the back of the tent there had been another storage area, and this one with a large chalk board. The left and right of the tent had held chests. They had been labelled, no doubt, but the labels were off them now.

The third thing for them to notice was that, inside the tent it was cold bitterly cold to the point that their breath frosted in front of them. The final oddity was that there were a number of places where there was moss overgrowing, like the place had been left and nature had started to recapture it months ago. Yet, judging by things like the state of parchment and so on, this had not happened long ago at all. A few trials. Maybe double figures, but probably not.

"Alright. Pick an area and explore. Record, investigate. Be careful." Kris said.

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The respite of the campsite weather, after the pummelling they had received on the trek here, put a deep seeded uneasy feeling in the pit of the Sev'ryn hunters stomach. Wandering into the summer time scene, the blue eyed woman turned to stare at the harsh line behind her of muddied and wet ground still being decimated by the downpour. Frowning, she turned back to look at the sunny camp, birds sweetly singing as though everything was as perfect as cherry pie. How was this even possible?

She had pulled out her yak fur cloak once the screaming winds had picked up, pulling it close around her body and flipping up the hood. When the freezing rain had come down, stingingly hard and mixed occasionally with hail, she was thankful for the cloak as the water wicked off the thick slightly oily outer fur. The finer furs closer to the skin of the hide stayed relatively dry, or dry enough to keep her from freezing to death. Her bare feet however, whilst toughened from the years of shoeless walking, were still freezing and wet. If given the choice, Kali would usually wait out something so dreadful, not purposefully choose to press on. If anything, at least her toes had gone numb from the cold.

Standing on the peculiar warmth of the grassy ground of the campsite, she wriggled her toes as they burned. The heat would defrost her, but the process could be mildly painful. Not enough to stop and treat, just enough to be annoying for a short while. Shaking the water off her cloak with a small jiggle, the brunette was acutely aware that they hadn't seen or heard anything from the other team. Given they had been given a closer ruins to investigate, the worrying feeling in Kali's stomach turned over again. She gripped her bow and glanced at the tall spire off to their right. It was impossible not to notice it, like a deathly skeletal finger pointing into the sky.

Tio was the first of their party to speak, addressing Kris in an off-the-cuff manor that made Kali's frown turn further still. Sevvy? Did he have no respect for his elders? Her periwinkle gaze flitted to Kris, noticing immediately the friendly Sev'ryn was not impressed. As he dressed the cheeky blonde down, she felt a sense of pride for her race and immediately shot him a smile when he looked at her. Without question, she followed the elder Sev'ryn towards the command tent. As they moved past Arwel, Kali glanced at him, taking in his appearance now they weren't stowed on a ship or fighting through the weather. He was quiet, attentive and appeared to be the scholarly type - with his pencil and book. That would be useful, she thought.

As they entered the tent, Kali cursed softly under her breath at the utter chaos that greeted them. Stopping dead on Kris' command, she thumbed her bow as she knelt down slowly to inspect some of the parchment at her feet, before allowing her hunters eyes to survey the room. It was an upturned disaster, as though the icy winds outside had torn through in some vengeful tornado. Chests overturned, parchment torn and scattered, an upended table and all sorts of mess. Yet, no blood and no signs of a fight.

It was a little too perfectly chaotic.

Standing slowly, she nodded to Kris before moving to explore the back of the tent. Her breath puffed out in small smoky plumes in the icy chill of the tent. Again, unease stoked in her gut. This wasn't natural.

"I'll take the left." She said simply to her companions, before walking around the disaster on careful defrosting feet and arriving at the said location. Kali stopped, taking a moment to just view the area. She sniffed gently, testing the smell of the frigid air and allowing her mouth to part slightly so she could taste any variations in the scent. Turning her blue gaze, she examined the papers strewn around the floor, taking in the scribbles and patterns but unable to decipher anything readable. Here and there, moss grew on overturned chests and torn parchment, as though it had been sitting stagnant for months. The hunter knelt to view the moss more closely, but did not touch. Unnatural growth and weather, it didn't encourage her at all.

Standing again, she looked up at the ceiling and around the wall of the left area. There was a chest here, and Kali moved to examine it with a cautious step. Spots where labels had once been were bare on the chests, and the brunette pursed her lips in thought.

"Why would the labels be torn from these chests?" She said out loud, turning to glance at the group with a crease in her brow. Reaching out with her bow, she tapped the chest with a dull thunk.

"I mean, of all the papers and parchments scattered about this place, why specifically remove the identifying features off these?" Her gaze drifted first from Tio then to Arwel and Amaris, an arched brow raised.

"There's something in these, I'm sure of it, and I'm also sure I don't want to open them." It sounded ominous, but it was true. The only logical reason to add the labels would be that there was something inside. Maybe something that needed labelling.

Or warnings.
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Amaris had been glad to see a few friendly faces when they arrived for the expedition. They watched as Padraig, Lakia, and Pash were partitioned into a separate group, but was still pleased to note that they had been grouped with Arwel and Kali. They did not know the last man in their group, but supposed the expedition would present the opportunity for them all to get acquainted further. They’d dressed as sensibly as they could, their green cloak blocking out the stray breeze. Boots and pants had been the decided on fashion, with a plain shirt. Best not to wear anything worth taking much care of, aside from their cloak. A first aid kit was on their hip, which they noted they were not the only one to do so. Their domain bag held a coat, just in case the fair weather should turn, as well as vials, a notebook, and numerous sheets of paper as well as a few pencils and a ruler for any precision that might be needed.

They remained silent for much of the journey, watching the others talk back and forth. The rains came down and Amaris brought out their coat to substitute as a hood, though they remained concerned on their footing for the most part; they could make observations on the way back. They did look up in time to see the first shrine, however. It was perhaps the first thing they made note of as they walked before their attention went back to not slipping and falling, as they had a feeling they would if they were not careful. They passed ruins, and for a moment, Amaris was struck with the realization that all was quiet outside of their group. Silence like this was unnatural, in their opinion, and maybe it would have been best to sit this expedition out. The feeling only grew as purportedly imagined things jumped in the corners of Amaris’ vision.

The rain let up as they arrived at the campsite, and Amaris removed their soaked coat from atop their head. It had held for the water at bay for several breaks, but the final stretch had seen the rain leak through. Now, their hair and part of their shirt were wet and clinging to their earthen skin. Instructions were soon given after a short lecture was given to the man named Tio. From what they could gather, he was perhaps not suited for this sort of expedition. They couldn’t precisely recall--mostly because they had not been listening--but he’d said something about being a tradesman. Or was it some sort of merchant? They were not very sure, but whichever it was, it did not involve hiking and exploration.

They wrung the water from their coat as best they could, trailing in the back of the group to avoid soaking anyone else. When next they looked up, they were met with the chaotic scene that was the command tent and wondered where they should start first. Kali voiced her actions, headed towards the left. “I’ll take the back,” Amaris stated, though somewhat softly. Stepping inside the command tent was like being in the ice caves and for a moment, their breath quickened. A few trills drawled by before they realized it was not as cold as it was on Ishallr, but cold and eerie enough. They needed to find these research teams, and do so as quickly as possible.

Moss grew within the tent, as if it had been a fair bit of time for it to start growing there. They stooped down to scrape some into a vial before continuing on to the back of the tent to the chalkboard. It looked as though it were a secondary storage area, as well as a place for making shared observations. They looked over the chalkboard before moving to rifle through the papers and storage.

Kali spoke once more and Amaris answered. “Someone might have taken the labels off. It’s possible that, for whatever reason, they were in a rush. It could be why the tent is in such a state, and in their hurry they accidently ripped the labels from the chests. Or maybe it was done deliberately. Someone could have just set this up for us to find.”

The moment the last statement had left their lips was a moment they would regret. They shrunk back, as if they hadn’t spoken and went looking through the papers once more. They might be creating unnecessary panic, but something was most decidedly not right. The wrongness was there at their ear, tainting the air around them.
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As the rain turned into a horrendous downpour, whipping up the wind alongside it into ghastly human-like screeches, Tio took a moment to be grateful to his earlier self for picking the clothes he had. They were completely drenched of course, and he was practically soaked to the bone himself, but at least these ones kept him moderately warm. In his normal attire he'd have one foot in the grave by now.

Petra surprised him halfway along the journey when she unexpectedly stopped and leaned in close to him, close enough for him to feel her breath on his cheek, and hit him with a well played rejection. Far from dissuading him however Tio seemed delighted by the rebuff, and smiled at her with obvious amusement. It seemed he'd stumbled across one of her buttons, and he was all about pushing people's buttons. How could anyone not be when people were so much fun when they acted truthfully to themselves? "Ouch, and I thought the weather was cold." He replied with mock heartbreak, theatrically putting his hand over his chest as if wounded. "Barely a break in and I've already been mortally wounded! You know I'm really not as bad as I seem, in fact I bet by the time this expedition is over I can get you to admit that I'm not entirely unpleasant company."

For the rest of the trek Tio seemed to have a renewed air of excitement about him that didn't seem to fade, even as the downpour grew stronger and left him looking like a half-drowned puppy. Despite the bleak landscape and abysmal weather he was clearly enjoying himself, and not only had he redoubled his efforts to pester Petra but towards the end of the journey started telling some really groan-worthy jokes to the rest of the group.

"You know I heard a ship carrying blue paint and a ship carry red paint once crashed on an island just like this. The sailors were all marooned."

What? It was important to find humor where you could when things got gritty, even if that humor was in terrible taste.
Though never one for apologies, Tio did have the decency to look a little sheepish as Kris chewed him out for his comment. It seemed he'd found another button, though one that wasn't nearly as fun to press as Petra's. Hot-headed anger could be fun to watch because you knew it'd cool down eventually, but the icy anger Kris was showing was a bit too serious for his liking. "Easy Tiger, it's just a nickname. Where I come from everyone has one, and it's nothing to get your knickers in a twist about." In a blink any hint of seriousness on his face vanished, and the earlier cheerful Tio returned as if he'd never left. "But now that I see this side of you I think Tiger seems way more appropriate. You've got claws buddy, I like it!"

As the group headed into the command tent Tio raised an eyebrow at what a mess the place was. It looked as if the place had been robbed, a sight he knew all to well, and by someone in quite a hurry going by the sheer destruction they'd inflicted on the place. The lack of blood or other signs of a fight indicated that the archaeological team had either surrendered without a fight to whoever had looted the place or hadn't been around when it happened, likely because they'd already vanished by that point in time.

So who then had been behind the looting? As far as he knew the island didn't have many inhabitants, so perhaps one of the archaeologists themselves had done this? What if they'd found something in the ruins, something valuable enough that one of them had gotten greedy and had done something to get rid of his fellows so that he alone could claim the prize? A drop of poison in their lunches would have done the trick nicely, and in the ruins it could take an eternity to find the bodies.

But then why such a big mess? An archaeologist would've known where everything important in the tent was, so going through all the effort to trash the place would've been unnecessary. Was it to hide something? Maybe, but perhaps he was just letting his imagination run away with him. The answer could simply be that a group of slavers had been passing by, ambushed them before they could fight back, trashed the place in search of money and then whisked the archaeologists away in a boat. Logically it all lined up, but he couldn't shake the uneasy feeling in his gut that there was something else at play here.

"I'll take the middle then." He announced merrily, heading over to the upturned table to investigate. He started by checking the mess around the floor for anything that might've been on the table before and fallen off when the table was upended, taking special care to read through the papers and examine any bits of equipment he didn't recognize. Putting aside what had actually happened to the archaeologists the best way to find them would be to figure out where exactly they had last been intending on going, and if he were an archaeologist about to go on an expedition then he would've held a meeting with his crew first to make sure they were all on the same page as to what they were doing, probably around this table, and would've put relevant information out on it for all too see.

After that he turned to examining the actual table itself, looking for signs of who might've flipped it, though didn't expect he'd find much. He then switched his attention to the patches of moss about the place and gave one small patch a nudge with a pencil, curious to see if this fast growing moss was any tougher than the normal variety. To grow so well in a place so cold suggested it must be pretty hardy stuff, but there was only one way to know for certain.

He looked over to Kali as she voiced her concerns about the labels, and then to Amaris as they replied with their thoughts. "They could've been used to store food and other supplies, and once the team got through them all they removed the labels to show that they were empty?" He suggested, but didn't seem particularly convinced by his own words. "The only way to know is to have a look. I'll do it if you like."

Provided that there were no objections Tio headed over to the chests and tried to open one.
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Arwel was rather put off when it started raining, and quickly put away his journal before it could get wet. The last thing he wanted was for it to get wet and ruined. He pulled out the corner of his tarp from the domain bag, just enough to cover his head and keep him dry. To make up for not being able to write, he looked around at everything and anything, probably looking a bit paranoid or something similar in the process, but he didn't care. He didn't want to miss anything. He was even more unnerved when they reached their destination and it looked like it hadn't rained there. Stowing his tarp away, he pulled out his journal and before interacting with anyone, he wrote down everything he saw. It was only then that he looked up and around, starting to take notes of anything he saw in the campsite itself. Considering how many people went into the tent, he decided to remain outside and look around for any sign of anything unusual, making note in his journal about the lack of rain in a very rainy area, as well as the odd silence they had encountered on the way here. He hoped that Padraig and Lakia were doing alright wherever they were at.
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They arrived in the camp and, despite a slight hiccup where Tio and Kris had words, they worked well. The agreement was that they would go to the Command Tent and explore it. Yet most of them noticed, the chaos there was too ordered, too obvious.

They split up, though, to undertake their searching and in doing so each one of them found something. As they did, there were some things which all of them noticed.

First, was the sound of thunder. Even a glance outside would show that, where they were remained a cloudless, beautiful trial. However, the perfect circle of black clouds around them left no further doubt. Thunder rumbled out there, lightening struck and rain poured. Yet, around the camp was a beautiful summer trial. The demarcation line was clear, there was no gradual change. Why it was there though? That was not clear at all. Did the clear skies encompass the ruins or was it just the camp? Until they went to look, they wouldn't know but the area of clear weather was large enough that it certainly might.

The other thing which was noticeable was that the sounds of thunder were strangely discordant ~ like they were muffled or in some other way distorted. It was akin to listening to thunder through muffled ears, but there was no obvious reason why their auditory senses were muffled. Kali chose to search the left. She was cautious, not wanting to touch the moss, but noting it and looking around at what she could. The chests there, none of them labelled, were interesting but also not touched by the cautious ranger. However, one thing without doubt was that observation was a skill which many, pardon the pun, overlooked.

Kali examined the moss and the young Sev'ryn knew more than enough to know that this moss was established here. It looked like the moss that grew on tree trunks and so on in Desnind. It wasn't new, it couldn't be. Yet, judging by the state of the things it was growing on, the lack of dust and so on, it very much was new.

And, come to that, it was exactly like the moss that grew in Desnind. Did that grow here, too? If she thought about it, it was the first that Kali had seen of this particular genus of moss ~ but had she been looking? Amaris chose to search the back of the tent and, perhaps because of their experiences in the Ice Caves, or due to a less cautious nature than Kali, samples of the moss were taken. As Amaris did that, the moment that the moss left what it was touching, as it hit the bottom of the vial, it was already dried up and dead. It hadn't been, whilst it was in place, but as it detached from where it was, it shriveled up and died with immediate effect. Amaris might need to take a sample still attached to something, or in the soil or something?

The chalkboard had a number of things written on there ~ some were mundane instructions like "Remember: Clean All Equipment Before Storing It!" and so on. However, in middle of the chalkboard, someone had wiped a clear area, albeit in a haphazard and not entirely efficient manner. In that clear space were just two words
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The remaining storage was as jumbled and ransacked as the rest of the tent. However, Amaris' careful consideration and observation led to an inescapable conclusion for the veteran Scalvoris adventurer. Either there had never been anything meaningful here, no notes of importance, nothing that gave even a beginning of a clue as to what the people here were doing, or that had all been taken and this chaos was a means of hiding it.

But why would anyone do that?
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Tio thought about why this might happen and his thought processes also turned to someone doing this deliberately. The more he looked, the more that became a viable possibility. But evidence? Well, that was not going to happen in anything but opinion. It just looked too much like the very epitome of a ransacked and ruined place. Like an exhibition arranged to show what victims of a burglary came home to.

First, Tio looked on the floor and there, he found something. It was pure luck that he did, in a way, because it was nestled in a book. Simply looking wouldn't have led him to it, but as he moved the book, it fell open and the piece of parchment fell out.

The back of the piece of parchment had written on it Subterranean Level Minus 1" in the same handwriting as the notes. Whether it was of these ruins, who knew, but it was the only thing actually pertaining to any ruins that he found at all. Under the table, on the table. All arranged in such a way that it looked like chaos, but there was nothing. The books here were books on archaeology, the notebooks were empty. Nothing.
Tio offered to open the chest that Kali was looking at. He could do so, it was not locked. It was empty ~ they were all empty. Meanwhile, Arwel was outside. Kris stood watch in the tent entrance and Petra stayed with Arwel. He was looking around and out there, other than the very unusual circle of black storm clouds which were growing darker by the trill outside their circle of bright and beautiful weather. Except, as Arwel looked over at one of the tents which were gathered around the command tent, where the archaeologists slept, he spotted something. Or, more precisely, someone.

The tent was opened, as though to let in the summer weather. There was a bed, chairs, that kind of thing and there was a young woman. She was kneeling next to the bed, which her hands were tied to. She wore a ragged white dress which had no sleeves and did not quite reach her knees and the slave brand on her face was obvious. Her hair was long and deep brown and she looked at Arwel, terror on her face as he saw her. She couldn't hide any more than she was, the rope cutting into her wrists had already done damage and there was blood on her arms, some still flowing and some dried.

She tried to back away as she saw that Arwel had spotted her, her bare feet pedaling, but there was nowhere for her to go. Wide eyes regarded him, but the slave did not speak. There was, though, a slight sound which Arwel heard. Like a sort of sigh.

When he turned to look, Petra was gone.

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It's important that you let me know how you are searching. So detail there, please, thanks! It's especially important that you let me know if you are taking a sample, how you do so. What you touch is important!
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