[Quest: Sighting]
[OOC: And here is where I grovel, apologise and wail at f*king timezones and PhD schedule
It's only a few hours, really, that the questors have been cutting through the dead undergrowth. The ground underneath is bare rock, with now soil left from whatever killed the plants.
But eventually the monotony of cutting through gives way, and there's an inhuman screech in the distance.
It's only a few hours, really, that the questors have been cutting through the dead undergrowth. The ground underneath is bare rock, with now soil left from whatever killed the plants.
But eventually the monotony of cutting through gives way, and there's an inhuman screech in the distance.