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Post by Loex on Sept 14, 2023 0:36:25 GMT -5
Warnings had gone out across the Ashlands in the wake of Mt. Drakolt's cataclysm, reports of heavy ashfall and burning debris as big as a shed or small home had been filtering about the area for several days following the eruption. Lo had been stopping off at small inns and towns along the Devil's Ridge area for a few days, trying to find new subjects for study and harvest in the wake of the destruction. They didn't stay in any one area long, roaming the wilder pathways and less taken routes between places as they contended with the nightmare of their own reality. The mage wondered what would happen to his preciously loathed tome if he were to shove it into the molten heart of one of these stones... would it burn to cinders? or would it simply appear in his bag the moment they weren't looking?
Walking down the road, they leaned on their staff when the terrain was rough or the hill was steep. Perhaps someone along the road would be able to tell them about the latest news of the rockfalls... but there was no telling if anyone would even be on this path. With a heavy sigh, Lo kept walking, their hand often fussing with the bizarre book in their robes. As they crested a ridge, there was a a young looking lad clad in dark clothing and a hood pulled up over their head. Lo slowed his pace and approached cautiously.
"Hello traveler... any news of rockfalls in the area?"
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