On a kharl, eager to get his hands wet, rushed towards Shabuto, He hurriedly made his way to the cells still unable to quite see inside. He couldn’t confirm his friend were in them but nothing would forestall his efforts. As the pasty twisted creations emerged from the darkness Shabuto’s face faded...

He continued on through the murky cave navigating it's twist and turn his sense of urgency being worn on his sleeves. A part of him for a moment felt like that siren might've actually meant...well. "So sense in second guessing now. The rumblings that was the cavern shook the cavern putting a bit mor...

As they neared the chamber housing the singular cell, Shabuto smelled the aroma shift from a musty, murky cave to a sweet, almost alluring scent. As they continued, his steps slowed, weary of the sudden change. Slightly drowsy, he felt almost welcomed to be here, his judgment slightly being consider...

The battle outside raged on, shaking the cavern with a rumbling. Fortunately, the structure was still sturdy enough to hold- for the time being. "Cass, should be back by now, that action outside is way above our pay grade. Where's that map say your friends are?" Haylin stuck close to the cavern wall...

As his eyes darted through the dimly lit base he noticed a mouse scurrying through a satchel. In its struggling paws it wrested with some kind of parchment. Shabuto took a step in its direction but his march was halted by the abrupt putter patter of foot steps. “Shit” He whispered with Haylin beside...

They way Shabuto moved it was like he was walking on air rather than earth. Fluent and calibrated steps but made swiftly to take full advantage of this slip of an opportunity. No amount of preparing could’ve prepped him for what he seen next. Piles of partially decayed flesh, clean skeletal remains ...

With only seconds to act Shabuto had to admit he had underestimated Haylin’s resolve. Shabuto knew of bloodshed and its stain does not wash off easily. Haylin had been here on this hell rock for over ten years whatever assumptions Shabuto had made on his character only went to show his surface based...

As the spirits began to gather and dance around him, Shabuto could feel them amassing around him and within him. As if welcoming him and encouraging him even, as this resonance continued Shabuto would feel a heavy orange of nostalgia, something about channeling these spirits reminded him of somethin...

"If you wanna hang back, let me and Cass get in and blow off some steam, that's fine. We're just trusting you not to ditch us." "Heh depending on the layout that might not be such a bad idea." The comment about them trusting him not to ditch them lingered in his ears a bit. There was a fair amount ...

He wondered how it felt to have been raised in a culture of love, one that shared a bond of community and appreciation so deep they could forge connections with the wildlife around them. Shabuto considered himself knowledgeable in many ways when it came to nature. Though in many others disconnected....