Time Skip Post
The Exploration Group brought the ominous scroll into the castle to examine the mysterious texts written on it. They were pleased to be back home finally, but bringing back such an artifact with them, they had no idea what words awaited them. They quickly set up a space to investigate the scroll and had a Duke read the ancient script scrawled across the worn page...
Everyone stood there in awe at the prophecy they had found. The leader of the exploration group pulled an attendant aside and told him to fetch the Monarch. He furrowed his brow and waited for them to return. The Monarch came in quickly, and they explained what they found. It wasn't the treasures that
Straxus Mcvoy had hoped to receive from this expedition. It was dire news, but it took time to decipher the meaning of the prophecy; he would not let his people panic. They would get to work understanding the specifics of the prophecy.
* * *
The sudden change in her mood made Charles realize his mistake, and he bit his lip before starting to sweat again.
"Oh, I do apologize if I offended you. Today's not my day, I suppose." He swallowed hard and looked for the exit of the shop. He knew his master wouldn't be happy with this outcome of events, but he didn't want to get her any angrier than she was. He sat the glass of water down on the counter and quickly left the building without his mission completed. Heaviness remained in the air when a tendril of darkness worked its way through the roots of the apothecary plants. Ancient whispers hummed in the earth as they fermented the plant and rotted it completely. This event would be the start of the Ancient's awakening. Little by little, they would reach out into
Castraia and disturb the peace.
* * *
Pine needles crunched under her feet as she made her way closer to
Pangari. She too chuckled and drew her cloak closer to her body as a slight breeze blew through the forest. Usually, she would wait to speak to the woman when she visited the Temple, but this was different. The shadows said of deeper darkness, something stirring on the edges. Not even the goddess
Hadria could sense what it was, but the fact that it was growing in strength was the Priestess' reason to speak with
Pangari at her own home. She knew the assassin could take on any job, and thus she posed her question.
"The shadows sense things beyond us that are stirring...things that are worse than the cruelest god. We ask for your assistance in investigating clues of this mysterious presence." She implored the girl to help with their plight. It was getting late and the priestess left
Pangari with the decision as she made her way back to the temple.
* * *
The boys managed to accomplish most of the tasks set forth for both of them.
Garla Murer decided to give
Zhiqiang 15 copper pennies and
Yingjie 5 copper pennies. She determined that
Zhiqiang could work for her again if he liked; he managed to complete every task with flying colors. It would take a lot of convincing for
Yingjie to get
Garla to hire him again as he only really worked to excel at two jobs on the whole list. Overall the preparations for the festival went down smoothly, leaving the boys to observe the festival and spend their money at the booths. The thrum of ancient heartbeats murmured on in the night as the festival celebrated gods who had no idea what was coming next. One thing was for sure; the food couldn't eat itself.
* * *
As the time passed in
Castraia, the events unfolded as follows; crops began spoiling and going wrong for no reason, while sacred animals were found dead in random places. There were horrible accidents taking place at the temples and an influx of natural disasters not explained by the pantheon of deities. These events are all happening while the
Capital Province unravels the mystery behind the scroll they uncovered. The panic is starting to rise around the country as
Straxus Mcvoy finally makes an official proclamation about the Prophecy. He requests people of all types to aid him in solving the Prophecy and returning the world to a sense of normalcy. Anyone can become this Band of Might to save the world from destruction at the hands of the Ancients. Everyone who wished to join would meet at the
Capital Province and sign up. Rewards and riches are waiting for those ready to risk their lives for the Prophecy.
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Ashval disliked this turn of events, as going down into the depths of the sewers was not on his list of things to do. However, the orcs were quickly upon them when the only option was to go feet first into the shoot; hopefully, his feathers wouldn't get too soaked. With a loud caw, the birdman shoved his lanky body down the opening and landed with a splash at the bottom with everyone else. He squawked in protest as filthy water lapped at his garments.
Maxwell knew they needed a plan to get out of the building. He paced back and forth a bit, stroking his chin, deep in thought. The others had gotten through the windows; perhaps they could go back? Or maybe the keycard he picked up would open the doors to the lower floors? It was worth a shot to find out.
The fort they called home came into view, and she nodded her head at Poet's words as they departed each other for their respective homes. Cinnamon had to tidy up and wipe the grime off her skin that had accumulated from the mission. It wasn't a perfect situation but better than being imprisoned by the government. It took her several minutes to get her looking somewhat decent; the next thing she would do was go by the food pantry and see what she could scarf down. Perhaps Poet would want something to eat too, so she headed over to his domicile and cocked her head before knocking on the doorway. 
