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{Attn: Corellia, Femaust}

Kyrie follow Femaust carefully keeping alert for anything out of the ordinary. There are several time when he stopped and they moved out of those danger zones. Finally they make it to a massive wall. She looks up and sees what appears to be the bottom of a chair. It gets even darker under the chair. Kyrie tentatively touches Femaust’s shoulder and looks back to Corellia. “It may be useful to form a human chain in these low light conditions, so no one goes missing.”

Her eyes scan the area in front of her looking for something. She thinks she sees a hint of blue from an archway. “Femaust, what do you think of that? Is it a way out? It looks like water.” She sighs loudly from behind him. *Great just what she needs. Sure she may pilot the blue lion, but she cannot swim worth a d*mn.*

[Attn: Corellia, Kyrie]

Femaust feels a hand touch his shoulder followed by Kyrie's voice. “Femaust, what do you think of that? Is it a way out? It looks like water.” He stops walking, looking up at the arch and the expansive water beyond.

"One second." Femaust's runes glow softly as he inhales deeply. "It smells like the ocean, salt is in the air. It'll get stronger as we get closer." His runes dim out again and he starts probing the ground again as he leads them towards it. He notices the chair, and more importantly the fireplace that the arch is hidden among the hearth stones.

Getting closer to it he looks through it. "I don't see any boats or causeways. Right now we need to rest up. If the arch stays we'll got through it after I get some mana to make a boat. There is plenty of wood under us to make one. Though by the size of the arch I won't be making much of a boat on this side. It might be better to try and find another portal then risk the ocean."

Tapping the ground again he walks off to the side slightly and touches the fireplace. "What we need right now is shelter. I would very much like avoiding another of those giants. Judging by the chair, the one we saw earlier was a juvenile. See how much larger the chair is, it's made for something much larger.

Femaust closes his eyes and thinks as he gently analyzes the area around him. "I think I've recovered enough for one little chore." Deciding on the wood rather than the stone he reaches out with his magic and makes a pocket inside the floor. The floor ripples slightly as his magic modifies it. Eventually a crack appears, lifting up like a trapdoor to reveal stairs and a dark room within. "Thank the primes the floor is seasoned, I can't work fresh wood."

"This should be adequate enough. I hope neither of you are afraid of the dark or confined spaces." Femaust walks down the steps into the darkness lighting it up with his glowing runes. "Is there anything you need before I rest?" He sits with his back in a corner, resting his spear against his shoulder as he relaxes.

Fog was not an adequate description of this... This was some thick, airy webbing. It didn't inhibit her, but it almost made her lower legs invisible. Her sword stayed pointed to the coffin, focused, almost ethereal, almost as if she were expecting something to happen. As the sarcophagi surrounding her began to shake and rattle, she suddenly reacted, rolling back and switching to one of her incendiary weapons in her bomb-tipped crossbows. Firing two bolts, she then hid into her coat, protected by the steel plating inside.

{Attn: Femaust, Corellia}

Kyrie watches Femaust curiously as his runes glow and he assess the situation. She doesn’t understand what he means about making a boat, wouldn’t that take a long time? He then approaches the fireplace and talks about a shelter. Again she thought it as odd they are inside a building, under a large chair. She’s been in worse places, much worse.

She watches as he closes his eyes. What the he** is he up to. She steps back as the floor ripples. She gasps as a crack appears eventually transforming into a trapdoor to a small room. “Holy…how are you doing that? I know you aren’t Petrovion.”

"This should be adequate enough. I hope neither of you are afraid of the dark or confined spaces." Femaust walks down the steps into the darkness lighting it up with his glowing runes. "Is there anything you need before I rest?" He sits with his back in a corner, resting his spear against his shoulder as he relaxes.

She follows him cautiously. “It takes a little more than a confined dark space to scare me. We all should rest and pray that the archway is still there when we awaken.” She raises her eyebrow at Femaust. “Are you sure it is safe or shall we set up watches?”

[Attn: Open]

Mariah stood in front of the metal door for a couple of minutes, listening to her echo fade. Nobody is home? she thought to herself absently as she stared at the door, beckoning it to open, Perhaps the other building will have a resident.

As Mariah began to head across the field to the more delicate and gorgeous house, she admired the garden she passed. The various flowers looked very elegant. Too elegant to have simply grown that way with no help.

Once she got to the glass house, she eyed the table set up in there with tea on it. Somebody must live in this house, I am sure... she thought again to herself before approaching the door. She then took a bit of time to admire the door. The vines and floral pattern engraved in it were also very elegantly done. This door also had a doorbell, which was nice. Something about knocking on doors seemed too barbaric to her.

After taking in the beauty of the door, she finally pressed in the doorbell. "Hello?" she repeats, "Is anyone home?"

[Attn: Kyrie, and Corellia]

Kyrie walks down the steps cautiously. "It takes a little more than a confined dark space to scare me. We all should rest and pray that the archway is still there when we awaken." By the light of his runes he see's her eyebrow raise as she looks at him with a question. "Are you sure it is safe or shall we set up watches?"

Femust drums his fingers on the shaft of his spear as he evaluates. After a couple seconds he shakes his head. "Negative Kyrie, posting a watch on the arch will only facilitate casualties. I doubt once the giants awake that we will be able to sleep, they shouldn't prove able to hide there movement. They are simply to massive, their footsteps will echo. That is why I've transmuted this bolthole."

Closing his eyes he relaxes his head against the rough wall of the hideaway. "Earlier Kyrie you mentioned Petrovions. What I am is rather complex but I was created on a world known as Terra." Femaust inhales and touches the wall. "I will answer as many questions as you wish, after I seal the entry door, and secure that it won't be detected from above. Is that alright?"

Femaust waits for both Corellia and Kyrie to agree before standing again and proceeding to meld the door back into its original state. He will settle back down in his spot and rest when finished, answering any questions asked.

Kyrie sits down. “I meant watches in here, but I guess we are safe.” She gets a smile on her face when Femaust mentions his planet name. She wonders how his Terra compared to hers. Although some people still call it Earth. “I would love to hear about your universe, both yours and Corellia’s. We should get some rest while we still can. I for one am thankful for the break. All we need now is some food and drinkable water.”

Kyrie sits down, exhaustion catching up to her. She stifles a yawn. “Well tell me about your world, your technologies, races, terrain. It should make for a good story.”

[Attn: Kyrie, and Corellia]

Resting gently Femaust looks over at Corellia whom seems reluctant to share. "Most of my knowledge of Terra is academic. I've little experience in the outside world beyond the island." Femaust dwells on his growing sense of wanderlust he has had steadily growing since his arrival into Sufferia's Realm.

"Speaking academically: Terra is a world filled with primal beings and terrains for the Primes." Feeling a need to explain he taps his spear in thought finding the words. "The Primes are elemental beings created and whom control the forces of nature. Some of the more powerful ones are openly worshiped, but all take careful heed of them."

With a marginal effort he shapes the wood behind him to fit his form so he almost sinks in slightly. The brief use of magic brightens the room then dims again after he is done.