Journey to the Center of the Earth
WHO: Magatha, anyone
WHERE: The Heap.
WHEN: Lord knows.
WARNINGS/NOTES: Possibly violence and language.
Magatha had spoken to enough people so far that she knew the dangers of this place called 'the Heap.' Or at least, she thought it could be no worse than the Felwood and places of that ilk, overridden with demons - she still had no experience with a city this size, and wasn't enjoying gaining it. Still, she'd also spoken to what spirits she could find - and indeed, many of them were pathetically happy to have a shaman, once she'd explained her calling to them - and if she was going to set her hooves on any of the actual earth of this world, through the Heap she must go.
So it was that a ghostly wolf was making its way carefully through the piles of rusted metal, scenting the air as she went. It had been some time since she'd quested like this, but her memory wasn't so poor as that, and she knew to expect trouble.
WHERE: The Heap.
WHEN: Lord knows.
WARNINGS/NOTES: Possibly violence and language.
Magatha had spoken to enough people so far that she knew the dangers of this place called 'the Heap.' Or at least, she thought it could be no worse than the Felwood and places of that ilk, overridden with demons - she still had no experience with a city this size, and wasn't enjoying gaining it. Still, she'd also spoken to what spirits she could find - and indeed, many of them were pathetically happy to have a shaman, once she'd explained her calling to them - and if she was going to set her hooves on any of the actual earth of this world, through the Heap she must go.
So it was that a ghostly wolf was making its way carefully through the piles of rusted metal, scenting the air as she went. It had been some time since she'd quested like this, but her memory wasn't so poor as that, and she knew to expect trouble.