Arcold rolled his three eyes at the before him. He could care less about the creature Vor’Kera had injured, but Castur’s insistence on helping “The Aware” was possibly going to be trouble. He didn’t need the group to start in-fighting at the wrong moment, but then again most of them seemed to be above that, and even then at least they seemed to be trying to make amends. There were tensions, but it was unlikely to be too much of a problem if the life and limb where suddenly put on the line.
Cranking the illuminator Vor’Kera had gave him; he added his own light to the ever present darkness and lead on, Yuta by his side casting his magical glow to reveal the path.
The party proceeded on and the tunnels remained eerily quiet, the only noise breaking the silence was the occasional spark from ancient wires and the shifting debris of small scavengers fleeing into the darkness, but this was hardly a comfort. The underway was supposed to be infested with bandits and marauders, yet the group had yet to encounter a single living band of these dregs. Dead bandits and marauders however, where in ready supply; there were plenty of them to fill a graveyard. The group passed by many abandoned encampment as they explored, inhabited only by a collection of corpses. There were definite signs of battle, the deads wounds suggested they were killed with sword, gunfire, and every now again one looked as though it was savagely torn apart limb by limb. Furthermore, the corpses seemed rather fresh, decomposition had begun to set in but whatever battles that broke out here could have only happened a day or two ago.
The shadows slowly began to recede, and the tunnels began to open up into what looked like a station, a meeting point the giants once used to act as crossroads for their massive transit system. The situation here was the same as the tunnels: Lots of dead bodies. Only these looked far better armed than the raiders they found in the tunnels. Their armor and weapons suggested that this must have been a band of Relic Hunters, one of the groups that had disappeared into the ruins and never emerged. The state of the corpses however was cause for alarm, while the condition of the bandit bodies suggested a battle from days ago, these corpses could have only been made mere hours ago.
A sudden rustle was heard as a figure slowly shambled from the shadows, a humanoid figure that was unmistakably a Photos.
“Ca-Castur?” The Photos wheezed out as he limped towards the group. The individual in question as one Lar’vios, a rather green, but talented Relic Hunter, on his last venture into the ruins he had gotten injured and had sought out the healers help, his wounds were not exactly fatal at the time but without a doctor they could have easily proved critical if not treated. However Lar’vios was hardly daunted by the wounds he sustained last time and had went back into the ruins with his group after he healed. He was never heard from again. Here he was now however and these wounds he possessed now where hardly scratches…
Large amounts of blood was dripping out of the Photos side; he managed a few steps to Castur before falling on his knees and leaning on a nearby pillar. Letting a rather a small sack fall to the ground as he groaned.