megamania
Hero
SIBERYS SEVEN 004
SEAWALL MOUNTAINS
SEGMENT 056
“SEAWALL RUINS”
DRAVAGO 16, 999
“Another storm is coming.” Comments Vander as he pauses and looks over his shoulder into the lands they traveled last week.
“This will make the third in five days.” Groans Leeya.
“I’m still wet from the last one.” Grumbles Dura.
Incarnum listens and wonders if he should add something. He sees no point to say the obvious. It is early summer. The rain season will begin now. He merely nods his warforged head in neutral agreement.
Bora raises her hand up in a fist. Everyone knows this means to be quiet and still. They follow her gaze to the thick shrubs and brush to their right. Mania comes out smiling. “It’s about to rain but I think I found some shelter.”
“No bears this time I hope.” Comments Vander.
“Or Dire badgers” huffs out Dura.
They settle within the cave shortly. Mania, being a creature of the night, pokes around within the cavern instead of sleeping.
Bora, Aura and Leeya sit up and talk. Bora misses home some. They talk about home and growing up. Bora grew up in the mountains of Eldeen Reaches along the border of the Demon Wastes. Leeya grew up in Sharn, the City of Towers. Aura has a hard time speaking of her home. She hints at it more than states it. Xen’drik, a monk settlement, ruins and a culture based a tree. Strange.
Mania returns. “You know- I think this cavern leads to something underground.”
“Why do you say that?” asks Bora.
“Tracks that lead into a wall. I’m figuring a secret door or magical entrance.”
“Behave and shut up- some people are trying to sleep.” Grumbles Dura as she rolls over within her thin blanket.
They settle down and try to sleep as the warforged named Incarnum watches the entrance. He has come to love the rain. He likes how it falls and splashes… ripples within the puddles. As a warforged, he knows he has much to learn and understand but how can the others dislike the rain? He sticks his metal and wood hand into the rain and watches it. He turns and moves his hand slowly watching the water drip and run on his hand.
The rain stops shortly after dark. Incarnum continues to watch the world outside as the others sleep. Outside, he watches a raccoon waddle about looking for food. It takes a root it has found and dips it into a puddle of clean water. Incarnum is fascinated by the creature. A wild and simple creature that cleans its food before eating it. These thoughts and others lead him to wondering about his own life. Home. What was his home? He doesn’t remember much. As a warforged he was created. He was built for a specific purpose. What is this purpose? Is he doing it? What of the crystals in his body. Does he miss home? Should he?
Night gives to day and they begin to move out. Something bothers Bora however. They search a bit and on the other side of the hill they camped within they see it- Ruins.
“Told you.” says Mania.
“This doesn’t prove anything.” Says Leeya as she looks at the ruins. Several layers of columned balconies and dried up fountains with statues outside. Curiosity lures them in closer as they check it out. The statues are of bugbears in armor. The translations below seem to be meaningless. Much of the old goblin writing is damaged. There are partial names and dates below.
“Should we?” asks Bora motioning to the ruins.
“We really need to be moving on however…..” begins Dura as she thinks of reaching a city and a hot bath.
“We have little choice…. “States Incarnum as he points to the ruins. Mania is already there.
“Really?” grumbles Vander eyeing the rogue with some distain.
“Look at the sky. Maybe we should camp here for the day. Fully rest and remain dry.” Says Bora eyeing the grey sky.
The seven of them head into the ruins.
SEAWALL MOUNTAINS
SEGMENT 056
“SEAWALL RUINS”
DRAVAGO 16, 999
“Another storm is coming.” Comments Vander as he pauses and looks over his shoulder into the lands they traveled last week.
“This will make the third in five days.” Groans Leeya.
“I’m still wet from the last one.” Grumbles Dura.
Incarnum listens and wonders if he should add something. He sees no point to say the obvious. It is early summer. The rain season will begin now. He merely nods his warforged head in neutral agreement.
Bora raises her hand up in a fist. Everyone knows this means to be quiet and still. They follow her gaze to the thick shrubs and brush to their right. Mania comes out smiling. “It’s about to rain but I think I found some shelter.”
“No bears this time I hope.” Comments Vander.
“Or Dire badgers” huffs out Dura.
They settle within the cave shortly. Mania, being a creature of the night, pokes around within the cavern instead of sleeping.
Bora, Aura and Leeya sit up and talk. Bora misses home some. They talk about home and growing up. Bora grew up in the mountains of Eldeen Reaches along the border of the Demon Wastes. Leeya grew up in Sharn, the City of Towers. Aura has a hard time speaking of her home. She hints at it more than states it. Xen’drik, a monk settlement, ruins and a culture based a tree. Strange.
Mania returns. “You know- I think this cavern leads to something underground.”
“Why do you say that?” asks Bora.
“Tracks that lead into a wall. I’m figuring a secret door or magical entrance.”
“Behave and shut up- some people are trying to sleep.” Grumbles Dura as she rolls over within her thin blanket.
They settle down and try to sleep as the warforged named Incarnum watches the entrance. He has come to love the rain. He likes how it falls and splashes… ripples within the puddles. As a warforged, he knows he has much to learn and understand but how can the others dislike the rain? He sticks his metal and wood hand into the rain and watches it. He turns and moves his hand slowly watching the water drip and run on his hand.
The rain stops shortly after dark. Incarnum continues to watch the world outside as the others sleep. Outside, he watches a raccoon waddle about looking for food. It takes a root it has found and dips it into a puddle of clean water. Incarnum is fascinated by the creature. A wild and simple creature that cleans its food before eating it. These thoughts and others lead him to wondering about his own life. Home. What was his home? He doesn’t remember much. As a warforged he was created. He was built for a specific purpose. What is this purpose? Is he doing it? What of the crystals in his body. Does he miss home? Should he?
Night gives to day and they begin to move out. Something bothers Bora however. They search a bit and on the other side of the hill they camped within they see it- Ruins.
“Told you.” says Mania.
“This doesn’t prove anything.” Says Leeya as she looks at the ruins. Several layers of columned balconies and dried up fountains with statues outside. Curiosity lures them in closer as they check it out. The statues are of bugbears in armor. The translations below seem to be meaningless. Much of the old goblin writing is damaged. There are partial names and dates below.
“Should we?” asks Bora motioning to the ruins.
“We really need to be moving on however…..” begins Dura as she thinks of reaching a city and a hot bath.
“We have little choice…. “States Incarnum as he points to the ruins. Mania is already there.
“Really?” grumbles Vander eyeing the rogue with some distain.
“Look at the sky. Maybe we should camp here for the day. Fully rest and remain dry.” Says Bora eyeing the grey sky.
The seven of them head into the ruins.