Chapter 3-16 - Aquiliath
Arina sat alone beside the fire. A flicker of movement at the edge of the fire’s glow drew her attention. Out of the darkness, a tiny white butterfly floated in, swirling around the smoke column from the fire for a moment, then fluttering over Arina’s shoulder to perch on the outstretched hand of a tall, slender elven woman. She smiled at the dwarf as she gracefully floated past and sat down across the fire. With a shock, Arina recognised her face. She had seen it in a hundred different paintings and statues; everyday, for most of her life. This was Silvanus,
"Rest easy child. Sit and talk with me a while"
She held out the butterfly, still perched on her finger,
"It's amazing to consider that life, especially life as delicate as this, still thrives in a place such as this. Be cautious though, not all life which makes its home in the dark places of this world is as fragile as this butterfly. Even here, on the border of supposed civilisation, things lurk in the shadows. Keep your wits about you.
You and your friend have stumbled into something much larger than yourselves. You are being drawn into the currents of fate in the wake of your new companions. There is great danger ahead, but these encounters rarely happen by coincidence. I believe your presence could be instrumental in ensuring victory against the rising darkness.
I will aid you, where I can. But I require a token through which to channel my power. I must charge you with a task - to craft a new symbol. Tomorrow, seek the flame which protects, a fire which drives back darkness. Shape it into a form which pleases you. Then anoint it with an offering of life. This will bind it to you, and I will empower it. Do you understand?"
Arina looked confused, but nodded her head cautiously,
"Good. Then I must leave you child. It grows more difficult to manifest."
Silvanus dissolved into a cloud of shimmering pale butterflies, who spiralled out into the dark eaves of the cavern before vanishing.
Arina woke to find the rest of the party awake, and breakfast already on the fire. After a rest, everyone looked to have perked up; except for Ryoko, who seemed visibly uncomfortable at the prospect of more days underground. After breakfast, the party broke camp and returned to the maintenance tunnels. Aurora, Letho and Ramas in the lead; Clootie, Juliana, Raymond and the kenku in the middle; with Oghar, Aetilius, Miaug and Ryoko bringing up the rear.
It was difficult to gauge time while travelling underground, without the familiar passage of the sun and the moon the hours seemed to blur together. After a time, people become numb to the meandering of the passage, and conversation fell away in favour of the pulsing rhythm of footsteps on stone. Even the occasional excitement of a side passage leading back to the Kanaalden, or to another pitch site, lost it's appeal. Eventually Aurora raised a hand,
"I think we should stop for a rest soon.” she whispered, “ The next pitch site we see?"
Ramas and Letho both nodded in agreement.
A few minutes later, the passage curved sharply to the right. Juliana grabbed a torch from a wall sconce, and passed a hand across it. The torch burst into flame, much to Ryoko’s relief. The unearthly glow of Clootie’s dancing lights did little to alleviate her mounting anxiety
Aurora called back to the group,
"There should be a pitch site just ahead"
Ryoko grinned in relief, a bounce returning to her footsteps.
A few hundred feet further on, Aurora stopped at another side passage heading back towards the Kanaalden,
"You lot wait here - Ramas, you and I go scope it out?"
Ramas nodded, and together the half-elf and the Tabaxi slipped silently into the darkness ahead. Letho studied the branch in the tunnel they had vanished down, examining minute details in the cracked stonework. Something sat uneasily with him here, something about this side tunnel didn’t feel right. The stonework seemed similar to the main channel, uncannily sharp and precise, as per most Verani architecture he’d seem. He tried to shrug it off, and quiet the unsettling voice inside. He let himself stare blankly into the darkness of the side tunnel. As he stared, the shadows seemed to swirl and flow, like viscous ink. He was drawn towards them, or they flowed out towards him, he wasn’t sure. He was lightheaded, standing on the edge of an infinite black chasm, and vertigo threatening to sweep him off into an endless void where he would fall forever. Suddenly Ramas and Aurora reappeared, and Letho physically jerked awake, his face flushed as he realised he had nearly fallen asleep,
“Ok. It’s clear, and the site is perfect” Aurora whispers to the group as she beckons then down the tunnel.
This pitch site seemed larger than the last. The central firepit looked near identical, although an almost complete roasted boar had been left on the spit, seemingly cooked the previous night and barely touched. The air hung heavy and warm with the lingering, comforting aroma of seasoned meat. On either side of the chamber, rather than the straw filled sleeping boxes seen in the first pitch site, these walls were lined with bunks fitted with real mattresses. The party began to buzz with quiet excitement. After a hard day’s slog through the oppressive darkness of the maintenance tunnel, this was just what they needed to help recover their spirits.
Letho’s unease had reached a fever pitch. This was all wrong. The smoky aroma of the meat masked the sickly smell of rot. The walls of the chamber were crooked, imperfectly formed, pressing down on him. He could almost feel something skittering against the very edge of his perception. Every well honed instinct he had screamed at him to flee. This wasn’t respite. This wasn’t providence. This was a trap. This was something’s nest.
Just out of the corner of his eye he caught the faintest hint of movement in the corner of the room. He fixed his gaze, unblinking, but nothing moved. He let his eyes once again roam the scene, looking for anything firm he could point to. There it was again, at the very edge of his peripheral vision. He took a deep breath, and slipped one of the daggers he had stolen from the Verani guards. He trusted his instincts. They’d never steered him wrong before.
“Everyone! Get back!” he yelled, as he hurled the dagger at the empty corner. The dull clang of metal against stone he half expected never came. Instead, he heard the wet thud of a blade meeting flesh, and something let out a piercing shriek. Instantly, the room grew darker. The flickering light of the fire waned, a spider-like shape leapt out from the sudden shadows at the edge of the room. Two massive scythe-like forelimbs drove down towards Letho, but he caught them on the edge of his blade, sidestepping the creature’s follow up. Letho recognised this beast as an Aquiliath, a massive spider like ambush predator. They used sophisticated natural illusion magic to disguise their lair and lure in unsuspecting prey.
The rest of the group quickly recovered from their shock. Weapons were unsheathed or manifested, and they took up their usual positions. Aetilius rushed at the Aquiliath, mythal axe in hand. He drove the blade of the axe into the creature’s hide, then threw his shoulder against the haft. The impact forced the creature away from Letho, giving the half-elf a chance to reposition. The Aquiliath responded quickly. A massive forelimb whipped outward, the blade-like internal surface slicing open the back of Aetilius’s leg. Blood spurted from the wound, laying slick on the stone floor. The Aquiliath turned and spat a globule of dull grey liquid over toward Aurora and Ramas. The glob hit the ground between them. Tendrils of dark grey webbing exploded outwards, ensnaring them both. Flesh and fur hissed angrily wherever the web came into contact, and they both groaned in agony. Arina hurled a glowing bolt of radiant energy at the monstrosity. On impact, her Guiding Bolt scorched its leathery hide and wreathed it in shimmering golden light.
She ran forward to help free Aurora and Ramas from the acidic webbing.
The Aquiliath skittered back into the shadows. Letho lost sight of it. His eyes darted around the pitch site desperately. A sudden screech, and the creature burst out of the shadows on the opposite side of the chamber, lunging through the air and swiping at Ramas and Arina with it’s bladed forelimbs. Ramas reacted typically quickly, diving out of the way and rolling to his feet; but Arina wasn’t as lucky. The blade tore off a chunk of her stolen Verani armour and left her with a deep gash up the side of her abdomen.
Miaug reached down and ran her hand through Badger’s thick fur. Lightning crackled between the wiry hairs as Badger braced his paws against the ground and began to charge up. Miaug felt the power course into her stormbow gauntlet. Energy arced between the gold inlaid fingers. She shot a glance at Ryoko, who nodded in response to the unspoken question. The druid raised her staff, and thick thorny tendrils uncoiled from around the shaft, snaking through the air and striking the Aquiliath in the abdomen; pushing it backward towards the wall. As it was forced back, two arcs of cracking electrical energy sprung out from Miaug’s gauntlet, manifesting the curve of a longbow. She slipped an arrow from her quiver and loosed it toward the monstrosity, allowing all the raw power stored in her Stormbow to flow into it. The arrow flew true, striking the creature in the thorax. The instant it touched the creature’s flesh, lightning arced from Miaug’s gauntlet to the arrow with a cacophanous peal. Letho and Aetilius were knocked backward by the shockwave, and the air was filled with the acrid scent of ozone.
Clootie shook her head to clear her ringing ears, and looked around for any sign of the creature. Suddenly a black shape dropped down from above, sending Miaug sprawling. Both forelimbs drove through her shoulders with enough force to bite into the stone below, pinning her to the floor. The Aquiliath started at her with a dozen soulless black eyes. It’s chelicerae flexed in front of her face. A dark viscous liquid dripped from the monster’s maw. She twisted her head to avoid it, and the stone beneath her hissed slightly where the drop landed.
Clootie leapt onto a nearby barrel. Nimbly she ran along the row of supplies containers, then jumped towards Ryoko. She landed and swiftly ran up the dragonborn’s back, vaulting off her shoulders and arcing through the air to land firmly on the Aquiliath’s back. The sudden weight distracted the monstrosity from the helpless Miaug, and it desperately skittered about trying to dislodge the little gnome. It leapt towards a nearby wall, and then to Clootie’s surprise, it passed straight through. Clootie was kicking herself. A career in wrestling, mixing kayfabe and reality, she should be better able to recognise deception. The pitch site was an illusion. She found herself in a large natural cavern, roughly twice the size of the illusory pitch site. The Aquiliath crawled up the wall of the cavern, trying to dislodge Clootie. Before she knew it, Clootie was hanging desperately on to the creature’s back as it hung from the roof of the cavern directly over the rest of the group. Then Clootie had an idea. Coiling one arm around the joint of one of the creature’s back legs, and squeezing her legs around it’s thorax to keep her balance, she slipped Kulog off her belt and muttered an incantation under her breath.
Lightning crackled along Kulog’s length, burning off the flakes of rust that always coated the hammer. Kulog completed its transformation with a blinding flash. Both Clootie and the Aquiliath plummeted to the ground. They struck the stone with a concussive blast that knocked up a wave of dust.
As the air cleared, a 10ft towering Clootie stood on top of the crumpled body of the creature. The stone beneath them cracked radially outward from the point of impact. Clootie stepped off the creature’s body, cracking her massive neck, then she dropped her hands in front of her knees and flexed her tree trunk sized arms,
“You don’t mess with the Clootster!” she growled
The Aquiliath forelimbs twitched and Clootie leapt back in shock. As the creature started to draw itself up, Ryoko stepped forward and unleashed a torrent of flame from her mouth. As the flames engulfed the Aquiliath, it shrieked loudly for a moment, and then fell silent.
As the Aquilith died, the illusion of the pitch site bled away exposing the Aquiliath's lair. A large rough natural cavern, the walls were honeycombed with small tunnels and alcoves. Thick tendrils of webbing trailed across the walls and the floor. Dozens of mummified figures could be seen, cocooned in the fibres and nestled in the alcoves.
The party rested for a moment. Arina worked to patch up the worst of the wounds. Meanwhile Letho and Miaug both examined the Aquiliath corpse. Miaug borrowed Lament from Ramas, and traced the venom tubes from the Aquiliath’s chelicerae up to a bloated grey gland in the monstrosity’s thorax. Carefully, she slit this gland open and harvested some of it’s acidic venom into a glass vial. Letho opted for a different approach, using his Verani scimitar to crudely hack off the creatures forelimbs, which he strapped on to the top of his pack as a trophy,
“Might be useful” he shrugged in response to the faintly disgusted stares of his fellow party members.
Aetilius stepped over the corpse, determined to harvest some of the creature’s chitin. He swung his Mythal axe downward, but similar to his attempted intimidation in the Redbrand hideout, he misjudged his swing and cleaved the creature’s head in half. Black ichor spurted out from the gash. Letho quickly ducked out of the way, but Aetilius was coated from head to toe.
The party moved on shortly afterwards, determined to find a new campsite before the last of the adrenaline faded. Following Aurora’s guidance the group was able to backtrack to the true maintenance tunnel and get back on track. They reached the real pitch site in around fifteen minutes and made camp.
Ryoko and Juliana volunteered to take the first watch, and as they sat by the flickering firelight, Juliana's eyes suddenly lit up,
"Hold on a moment!"
She hopped up excitedly and scampered over the corner of the room. She placed her hand against the wall, and then smiled. With a wave of her hand, a small section of wall melted away, revealing a dusty brown glass bottle. Juliana grabbed it and wanders casually back to the campfire, looking immensely pleased with herself,
"The good stuff!" she grinned, pouring out two drinks.
The bottle contained an exquisite, smooth brandy.
"When we're building a public space like this, transmuters will sometimes hide gifts inside the structure for other members of their council to find later. It's sort of a game… I don’t think it’s ever been so welcome before" Juliana grinned and held out her drink. Ryoko smiled back and they clinked their mugs together, settling into a companionable silence.
Next: Chapter 3-17 - Leaving the Kanaalden
Previous: Chapter 3-15 - Kanaalden Mort
"Rest easy child. Sit and talk with me a while"
She held out the butterfly, still perched on her finger,
"It's amazing to consider that life, especially life as delicate as this, still thrives in a place such as this. Be cautious though, not all life which makes its home in the dark places of this world is as fragile as this butterfly. Even here, on the border of supposed civilisation, things lurk in the shadows. Keep your wits about you.
You and your friend have stumbled into something much larger than yourselves. You are being drawn into the currents of fate in the wake of your new companions. There is great danger ahead, but these encounters rarely happen by coincidence. I believe your presence could be instrumental in ensuring victory against the rising darkness.
I will aid you, where I can. But I require a token through which to channel my power. I must charge you with a task - to craft a new symbol. Tomorrow, seek the flame which protects, a fire which drives back darkness. Shape it into a form which pleases you. Then anoint it with an offering of life. This will bind it to you, and I will empower it. Do you understand?"
Arina looked confused, but nodded her head cautiously,
"Good. Then I must leave you child. It grows more difficult to manifest."
Silvanus dissolved into a cloud of shimmering pale butterflies, who spiralled out into the dark eaves of the cavern before vanishing.
Arina woke to find the rest of the party awake, and breakfast already on the fire. After a rest, everyone looked to have perked up; except for Ryoko, who seemed visibly uncomfortable at the prospect of more days underground. After breakfast, the party broke camp and returned to the maintenance tunnels. Aurora, Letho and Ramas in the lead; Clootie, Juliana, Raymond and the kenku in the middle; with Oghar, Aetilius, Miaug and Ryoko bringing up the rear.
It was difficult to gauge time while travelling underground, without the familiar passage of the sun and the moon the hours seemed to blur together. After a time, people become numb to the meandering of the passage, and conversation fell away in favour of the pulsing rhythm of footsteps on stone. Even the occasional excitement of a side passage leading back to the Kanaalden, or to another pitch site, lost it's appeal. Eventually Aurora raised a hand,
"I think we should stop for a rest soon.” she whispered, “ The next pitch site we see?"
Ramas and Letho both nodded in agreement.
A few minutes later, the passage curved sharply to the right. Juliana grabbed a torch from a wall sconce, and passed a hand across it. The torch burst into flame, much to Ryoko’s relief. The unearthly glow of Clootie’s dancing lights did little to alleviate her mounting anxiety
Aurora called back to the group,
"There should be a pitch site just ahead"
Ryoko grinned in relief, a bounce returning to her footsteps.
A few hundred feet further on, Aurora stopped at another side passage heading back towards the Kanaalden,
"You lot wait here - Ramas, you and I go scope it out?"
Ramas nodded, and together the half-elf and the Tabaxi slipped silently into the darkness ahead. Letho studied the branch in the tunnel they had vanished down, examining minute details in the cracked stonework. Something sat uneasily with him here, something about this side tunnel didn’t feel right. The stonework seemed similar to the main channel, uncannily sharp and precise, as per most Verani architecture he’d seem. He tried to shrug it off, and quiet the unsettling voice inside. He let himself stare blankly into the darkness of the side tunnel. As he stared, the shadows seemed to swirl and flow, like viscous ink. He was drawn towards them, or they flowed out towards him, he wasn’t sure. He was lightheaded, standing on the edge of an infinite black chasm, and vertigo threatening to sweep him off into an endless void where he would fall forever. Suddenly Ramas and Aurora reappeared, and Letho physically jerked awake, his face flushed as he realised he had nearly fallen asleep,
“Ok. It’s clear, and the site is perfect” Aurora whispers to the group as she beckons then down the tunnel.
This pitch site seemed larger than the last. The central firepit looked near identical, although an almost complete roasted boar had been left on the spit, seemingly cooked the previous night and barely touched. The air hung heavy and warm with the lingering, comforting aroma of seasoned meat. On either side of the chamber, rather than the straw filled sleeping boxes seen in the first pitch site, these walls were lined with bunks fitted with real mattresses. The party began to buzz with quiet excitement. After a hard day’s slog through the oppressive darkness of the maintenance tunnel, this was just what they needed to help recover their spirits.
Letho’s unease had reached a fever pitch. This was all wrong. The smoky aroma of the meat masked the sickly smell of rot. The walls of the chamber were crooked, imperfectly formed, pressing down on him. He could almost feel something skittering against the very edge of his perception. Every well honed instinct he had screamed at him to flee. This wasn’t respite. This wasn’t providence. This was a trap. This was something’s nest.
Just out of the corner of his eye he caught the faintest hint of movement in the corner of the room. He fixed his gaze, unblinking, but nothing moved. He let his eyes once again roam the scene, looking for anything firm he could point to. There it was again, at the very edge of his peripheral vision. He took a deep breath, and slipped one of the daggers he had stolen from the Verani guards. He trusted his instincts. They’d never steered him wrong before.
“Everyone! Get back!” he yelled, as he hurled the dagger at the empty corner. The dull clang of metal against stone he half expected never came. Instead, he heard the wet thud of a blade meeting flesh, and something let out a piercing shriek. Instantly, the room grew darker. The flickering light of the fire waned, a spider-like shape leapt out from the sudden shadows at the edge of the room. Two massive scythe-like forelimbs drove down towards Letho, but he caught them on the edge of his blade, sidestepping the creature’s follow up. Letho recognised this beast as an Aquiliath, a massive spider like ambush predator. They used sophisticated natural illusion magic to disguise their lair and lure in unsuspecting prey.
The rest of the group quickly recovered from their shock. Weapons were unsheathed or manifested, and they took up their usual positions. Aetilius rushed at the Aquiliath, mythal axe in hand. He drove the blade of the axe into the creature’s hide, then threw his shoulder against the haft. The impact forced the creature away from Letho, giving the half-elf a chance to reposition. The Aquiliath responded quickly. A massive forelimb whipped outward, the blade-like internal surface slicing open the back of Aetilius’s leg. Blood spurted from the wound, laying slick on the stone floor. The Aquiliath turned and spat a globule of dull grey liquid over toward Aurora and Ramas. The glob hit the ground between them. Tendrils of dark grey webbing exploded outwards, ensnaring them both. Flesh and fur hissed angrily wherever the web came into contact, and they both groaned in agony. Arina hurled a glowing bolt of radiant energy at the monstrosity. On impact, her Guiding Bolt scorched its leathery hide and wreathed it in shimmering golden light.
She ran forward to help free Aurora and Ramas from the acidic webbing.
The Aquiliath skittered back into the shadows. Letho lost sight of it. His eyes darted around the pitch site desperately. A sudden screech, and the creature burst out of the shadows on the opposite side of the chamber, lunging through the air and swiping at Ramas and Arina with it’s bladed forelimbs. Ramas reacted typically quickly, diving out of the way and rolling to his feet; but Arina wasn’t as lucky. The blade tore off a chunk of her stolen Verani armour and left her with a deep gash up the side of her abdomen.
Miaug reached down and ran her hand through Badger’s thick fur. Lightning crackled between the wiry hairs as Badger braced his paws against the ground and began to charge up. Miaug felt the power course into her stormbow gauntlet. Energy arced between the gold inlaid fingers. She shot a glance at Ryoko, who nodded in response to the unspoken question. The druid raised her staff, and thick thorny tendrils uncoiled from around the shaft, snaking through the air and striking the Aquiliath in the abdomen; pushing it backward towards the wall. As it was forced back, two arcs of cracking electrical energy sprung out from Miaug’s gauntlet, manifesting the curve of a longbow. She slipped an arrow from her quiver and loosed it toward the monstrosity, allowing all the raw power stored in her Stormbow to flow into it. The arrow flew true, striking the creature in the thorax. The instant it touched the creature’s flesh, lightning arced from Miaug’s gauntlet to the arrow with a cacophanous peal. Letho and Aetilius were knocked backward by the shockwave, and the air was filled with the acrid scent of ozone.
Clootie shook her head to clear her ringing ears, and looked around for any sign of the creature. Suddenly a black shape dropped down from above, sending Miaug sprawling. Both forelimbs drove through her shoulders with enough force to bite into the stone below, pinning her to the floor. The Aquiliath started at her with a dozen soulless black eyes. It’s chelicerae flexed in front of her face. A dark viscous liquid dripped from the monster’s maw. She twisted her head to avoid it, and the stone beneath her hissed slightly where the drop landed.
Clootie leapt onto a nearby barrel. Nimbly she ran along the row of supplies containers, then jumped towards Ryoko. She landed and swiftly ran up the dragonborn’s back, vaulting off her shoulders and arcing through the air to land firmly on the Aquiliath’s back. The sudden weight distracted the monstrosity from the helpless Miaug, and it desperately skittered about trying to dislodge the little gnome. It leapt towards a nearby wall, and then to Clootie’s surprise, it passed straight through. Clootie was kicking herself. A career in wrestling, mixing kayfabe and reality, she should be better able to recognise deception. The pitch site was an illusion. She found herself in a large natural cavern, roughly twice the size of the illusory pitch site. The Aquiliath crawled up the wall of the cavern, trying to dislodge Clootie. Before she knew it, Clootie was hanging desperately on to the creature’s back as it hung from the roof of the cavern directly over the rest of the group. Then Clootie had an idea. Coiling one arm around the joint of one of the creature’s back legs, and squeezing her legs around it’s thorax to keep her balance, she slipped Kulog off her belt and muttered an incantation under her breath.
Lightning crackled along Kulog’s length, burning off the flakes of rust that always coated the hammer. Kulog completed its transformation with a blinding flash. Both Clootie and the Aquiliath plummeted to the ground. They struck the stone with a concussive blast that knocked up a wave of dust.
As the air cleared, a 10ft towering Clootie stood on top of the crumpled body of the creature. The stone beneath them cracked radially outward from the point of impact. Clootie stepped off the creature’s body, cracking her massive neck, then she dropped her hands in front of her knees and flexed her tree trunk sized arms,
“You don’t mess with the Clootster!” she growled
The Aquiliath forelimbs twitched and Clootie leapt back in shock. As the creature started to draw itself up, Ryoko stepped forward and unleashed a torrent of flame from her mouth. As the flames engulfed the Aquiliath, it shrieked loudly for a moment, and then fell silent.
As the Aquilith died, the illusion of the pitch site bled away exposing the Aquiliath's lair. A large rough natural cavern, the walls were honeycombed with small tunnels and alcoves. Thick tendrils of webbing trailed across the walls and the floor. Dozens of mummified figures could be seen, cocooned in the fibres and nestled in the alcoves.
The party rested for a moment. Arina worked to patch up the worst of the wounds. Meanwhile Letho and Miaug both examined the Aquiliath corpse. Miaug borrowed Lament from Ramas, and traced the venom tubes from the Aquiliath’s chelicerae up to a bloated grey gland in the monstrosity’s thorax. Carefully, she slit this gland open and harvested some of it’s acidic venom into a glass vial. Letho opted for a different approach, using his Verani scimitar to crudely hack off the creatures forelimbs, which he strapped on to the top of his pack as a trophy,
“Might be useful” he shrugged in response to the faintly disgusted stares of his fellow party members.
Aetilius stepped over the corpse, determined to harvest some of the creature’s chitin. He swung his Mythal axe downward, but similar to his attempted intimidation in the Redbrand hideout, he misjudged his swing and cleaved the creature’s head in half. Black ichor spurted out from the gash. Letho quickly ducked out of the way, but Aetilius was coated from head to toe.
The party moved on shortly afterwards, determined to find a new campsite before the last of the adrenaline faded. Following Aurora’s guidance the group was able to backtrack to the true maintenance tunnel and get back on track. They reached the real pitch site in around fifteen minutes and made camp.
Ryoko and Juliana volunteered to take the first watch, and as they sat by the flickering firelight, Juliana's eyes suddenly lit up,
"Hold on a moment!"
She hopped up excitedly and scampered over the corner of the room. She placed her hand against the wall, and then smiled. With a wave of her hand, a small section of wall melted away, revealing a dusty brown glass bottle. Juliana grabbed it and wanders casually back to the campfire, looking immensely pleased with herself,
"The good stuff!" she grinned, pouring out two drinks.
The bottle contained an exquisite, smooth brandy.
"When we're building a public space like this, transmuters will sometimes hide gifts inside the structure for other members of their council to find later. It's sort of a game… I don’t think it’s ever been so welcome before" Juliana grinned and held out her drink. Ryoko smiled back and they clinked their mugs together, settling into a companionable silence.
Next: Chapter 3-17 - Leaving the Kanaalden
Previous: Chapter 3-15 - Kanaalden Mort
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