OOC: Here Sign-Up: Here Isaac Gardener: Fairwolf Digger Every night now, I have these horrible nightmares, and they all end the same. That man's face, I know it's a man's, keeps laughing at me, taunting my existence. I can't ever fight back, I'm too weak, I have to try to escape, but I can't move. I can't stop feeling the pain, for some reason my heart aches every time I wake up, I cry once I'm awake. Why do I suffer such torment? "Isaac!" A familiar voice called out to him. "Isaac!" Isaac is jolted back into reality and looks over to find a familiar man. The man wore a Digger's uniform, an orange suit with a hard helmet protecting his head. One of the man's gloves had been shaking Isaac's shoulder, as he pulls his orange shoulder away. "You okay buddy?" "Yes, I'm fine." Isaac lied. "Well, let's get moving, shall we?" The man walks out of Isaac's tent, his boots hitting the sand as Isaac put a hand to his head. Isaac had drifted off again, he was going to get another warning from his boss at this rate. He coughs out a little before rising up to his feet and heads out of the tent in the same Digger's uniform his fellow workers wore. Before them was the usual camp on the sandy horizon, they had come out into the desert to explore a supposedly dangerous job. Isaac knew that Fairwolf lived on the border to Centora's Desert, and that the standard Digger's uniform was suppose to protect them from all sorts of hazards. Isaac moves over to where the others had gathered, all of them turning towards him. "There we are, all seven of us are here now!" Another Digger called out to him. "At this rate, Isaac isn't going to find a woman to settle down with!" The others had a laugh at the joke, Isaac didn't see it as such. I'm only seventeen." He pointed out to them. "Quit harassing the boy!" The tallest of the seven spoke out, he was the assigned leader of the group. He was an experienced Digger, twenty-five years and still going, the man had worked half of his life to get up to this and it showed. It was rumored he had been all over Centora, but he has never confirmed this. "We are Fairwolf Digger Unit 137! Each of you has that number on the right side of your suit's chest. As long as you are here, you will obey my rules and I expect them to be followed. Now normally, I'd be happy to let everyone relax and hang for a bit, but we got a serious problem on our hands." "What do you mean a problem?" The Digger who teased him said, before they all felt the sand underneath them shake violently, each of them being forced to their hands and knees as the shaking slowly ceased. All of them rose up to their feet as Isaac knew what this meant. "We got worms, gentlemen." Hamilton A. Wiltsworth: Centora Merchant Hamilton didn't like his current position, not at all. Riding on a wooden cart, he felt the road was bumpy and the cart felt like it was going to break at any second. "Watch it." Hamilton called out to the driver, as he tried to keep the horses under control. "We're not here to break the cursed thing!" Hamilton got a nod in reply, leaning back in his seat with his arms across his chest. He looked over to the trees they passed by, he could see the beautiful scenery around them. Life wasn't always rumored to be like this in Centora, so he heard. These are the Blind Times, or Blind Time as some people say. I don't care which, personally. Centora was at the center of the conflict, no one knows who started it, who it was between or why it even happened, but we lost so much due to it. Our world forever changed and no one even remembers it, because those who knew about it died. Like heck I'l believe that, these stones are a sign of that! They are the center of it all, they are -- His thoughts are interrupted as he hears a loud cracking noise and the cart suddenly came to a stop. The horses ahead started to rest where they stood as Hamilton frowned at the driver. "What happened?" He asked, but was gestured to look down. Taking the bag and hopping off the cart, he found one of it's wheels had broken off. Hamilton facepalmed with his only free hand and groaned. "Useless, all of you, useless! I will make the way to Merricrest myself, on foot!" Hamilton stubbornly followed the path and left the driver and his horses behind, they no longer mattered to him. Holding the bag of stones over one shoulder, he continued on his way forward to visit the city in the forest.