The long walk home had done little other then drive Tevos into ever deepening melancholy. He had been so completely in his own head that he completely missed the Hate on its escape from the Cairn.

Rounding the last bend, where he recognized his own tracks from only days earlier, but it seemed like months ago now. The sight of the shattered guardian didn’t at first register, looking only like another mound of sand. But the bodies… Tevos couldn’t wrap his senses around the shriveled corpses. The little voice in his ear much clearer then it had been in many years was telling him to just hide. Fox was talking to him and he couldn’t even listen to it. There wasn’t anywhere left to hide, death was all around, in the forms of little dry husks that only hours ago where bright smiling children that made Tev feel home. Home was gone forever. It stuck him like a mass of iron fired from space.

Another voice, just as clear, but so much more shell-shocked came “Status report”. Tev turned an eye to the stoic Dogma, his face a blank slate, devoid of any emotion. It was just as if the soul had been simply sucked from everyone, including the living. The radio was just as lifeless, simple empty phrases coming from those responding. Things are dark in the den. The voices in Tevos head where having an open forum, inviting anyone or anything that would let its opinion be known. His own thoughts finally surfaced in disconcerting simplicity.

Slow down. Go to your center. Talk with the environment. Then act. It was something his mentor had said where the keys to life. Tev sat down in a clearing between the bodies and spent shell casings, and opened his eyes to the astral, looking for somewhere less stacked with fear, grief, death, or anger. There wasn’t anywhere to be found. His remaining companions looked like hell, showing the shifting patterns of depression and the residual sticky sweat taste of mind-altering anger.

Somewhere in the back of his memory, he recalled a lyrical passage from some 70 years ago.

I know the pieces fit cuz I watched them tumble down
No fault, none to blame it doesn't mean I don't desire to
Point the finger, blame the other, watch the temple topple over.
To bring the pieces back together, rediscover communication


It seemed somehow right for this moment in time where the only things that where holding together where the un-believable emotions that wracked them. The ground gave a little shudder, reminding him that not even the rock of the mountain was going to hold together. The survivors of the massacre where shunning them, as they had a right to, leaving them alone in this empty chamber that for generations was home to thousands.

Tevos had only his pack carrying little other then the bare necessities, and a few other tools that seemed to be rather extraneous, but where tools none the less, and thus in dire short supply. Tev looked around at the empty place, and hoping there was enough home left, called for what would be the last time a great sprit of the hearth, asking only that it accompany and protect the survivors as far as it could. He shouldered his bag and joined the others. The procession of flying drones seemed to be asking for trouble in the confined space of the caverns, Tevos tucked one of the Ajax scouts under his arm for safe keeping, and to help with the limited power.
The walk to where ever they where going was difficult. The mountain kept up its incessant tremors, and kept the team on guard. Tev kept his ears open during the conversation between Dogma and Meneer. Some of what the children had said was proving to be more reliable then he had thought it to be.

The collapse of the mountain was exactly as Tevos was silently expecting, the pure nature of the rock had been twisted to such a point that it couldn’t even keep solid form, and simply slid into the ocean. The others either had been knocked from their feet, or had hit the deck during the extended quake. As the choking cloud settled Tevos was standing, covered in a light brown rock dust, somehow at peace with nothing else but what the stones above him had been saying as they died.

This whole thing was a mess, Rebo thought as he walked with the rest of the group.

First, time travel to the ancient past. Then, an attack from hostile extra-dimensionals that slaughter people as easily as breathing, and NOW the only way home that they knew of had to be abandoned.

"I did NOT sign up for this shit!" Rebo yells as his mental control finally snaps and he vocalizes what he's been thinking the entire time.

Listening to the doctor's information, Rebo hopes that the information will be enough to help them survive these things.

"Do we even know where the heck we're going?" Rebo asks out loud, hoping that they'll get to somewhere that could loosely be called shelter before those HEDs attack again.

Shoulda stayed in the Arm...

*BOOM*

Rebo was shaken awake by the sound of falling rocks - hell, the falling MOUNTAIN.

"Son of a bitch!" he yelled as things collapsd around him.

Rebo balled up, providing as small a target as possible for the falling boulders. This soon proved to be of minor use, since even though the rocks missed him, the thick dust might end up killing him anyways.

Gotta hold my breath!...

Just as Rebo was about to exhale, he felt the air suddenly clear around him, courtesy of Gypsy.

"Thanks...Gypsy..." Rebo says, taking large gasps of air between each word.

Falling mountains...what's next?

Jack gave Rebo a dust caked grin, remembering something that the now earth toned psionicist had said earlier. "At least you were given the option of signing up," he said with something midway between a chuckle and a cough.

*later*
As everyone got themselves back together, Jack wondered if with that collapse, the tunnels now were in the configuration that they had existed in their modern days. He called up the map of how the tunnels had looked in the future, and how they'd looked on the last trip to the surface, and tried to find where they might correlate. If they could find the shorter route then they'd have that much more daylight to try and find some way outta the Tir. Even if hiding under a blanket was all that you needed to hide from the shades, they were hardly the worst thing out there.

Jack shook out his shock gloves, then blew on them gently to clear off the contacts. That hate spider might still be out there somewhere. "If we're ready to move on, I'll get back up front."

When the mountain starts falling Sleel quickly sends an order to his drones to avoid damage before diving onto Slinky to protect her from the falling rocks. After the rocks settled, he started lifting himself up, only to cough almost non-stop until Gypsy reached him to let him breathe. Looking to Slinky to see she wasn't injured, he plugged into his deck once-again and asked for a status report on all the drones.

"We need to get the frag out of this hole, I need power, some light, hell, I need some fraggin bullets, I need technology damn it."

As the dust started to settle, a thin beam of light showed through a crack above your heads. The room was still very dust filled, making breathing impossible without the aide of magic, but the light was unmistakably the outside. You still had a good 3 hours to go before reaching the surface by the old standards, but apparently, you were only a few feet away from the surface now. The crack was the reason for the dust not immediately settling. A draft was moving through the cave system now, and that crack was the cause. Climbing up towards it, it looks just wide enough to squeeze out of, if one were to trust that the mountain wouldn't go slipping again, and closing the crack whilst someone were crawling through it. But it seemed that this might be the only way out, as the other path seemed to have been cut off. Strangely enough, the location you now stood seemed very much the same as the entrance to the cave back when you started this whole misadventure. There was a good chance, that with a few thousand years of erosion, this is exactly where it all began, suggesting the mountain had called it a day, for a few millenia at least. You could almost even swear you heard birds chirping outside, as if to say things were almost over, that the worse was behind you. But we all know birds lie.

Small rivulets of sweat cut tracks through the grime caking Gypsy's face, which serve only to attract even more of the clinging dust from the air. The strain of sustaining so many spells at once is evidently taking its toll on the sorcerer. Having been preoccupied with checking his companions for injury, the elf is one of the last to take notice of the daylight streaming through the opening just ahead in the passage. With a large sigh of relief, he casts an inquiring glance towards Dogma. At the leader's cautious nod, Gypsy waits somewhat impatiently while the team gathers themselves and their belongings and starts in the direction of the opening.

Dogma peered at the crack in the ceiling going out into sunlight.

He looked back down, and caught Gypsy's eye, volunteering to go check it out. He gave the sorcerer a little nod.

As Gypsy climbed over rubble and boulders to reach the opening, Dogma's cybered ears picked up a strange sound. Birds? Feeling lazy, the elf sent mental messages via his transducer:

<<Carefull G, I'm picking up... strange sounds>>

Dogma peered the crack again, either trying to intimidate it or judge it. Nope, too small for the drones...

<<Jack, cover Gypsy's six>>

<<Can do boss.>> Jack transmitted back to Dogma. He wanted to be out of there, because this place was giving him such a sense of deja vu that he was breaking out in a cold sweat. The chamber now almost perfectly matched his mental map of their original entrance point, thousands of years from now. Was it luck that this is where they were when the mountain slid off, or was it some kind of fate? Since they were in the past, was everything they did predetermined? Maybe, back in the 6th world, lying lost and forgotten somewhere was a millenia old datachip he'd tried to send to himself, telling himself what happened, or what needed to be done.

Jack's body kept moving while his mind was preoccupied, dropping his pack, taking out his SMG, and slinging it over his shoulder before quickley clambering up the rocks after gypsy. Electricty for spirits, lead for everything else.

Slinky laid a hand on Dogma's arm, "Gypsy's pretty busy, boss. Sleel's drones can accompany Jack." She checks the draw on her various firearms and shrugs, "Or I can." She looks at Gypsy and shakes her head, "Uh, belay that. As much as I'd like to get out of here, I think I'll stick close by."

She moves on silent feet to the strained elf gesturing Tevos over, "I gotcha, Gyp. We're almost out of here. Whatever good that'll do us." She supresses a shudder, at the thought of James and Gremish falling to their deaths. Never afraid of heights, their fate was one a second-story b&e girl like Slinky always had in the back of her mind. She laughs to herself, Except in my version of things, there aren't shadow creatures trying to tear me apart. She swallows, laughter choking off.

She nods thanks to Tevos as the two of them ease Gypsy to the floor. "You take a breather here, while the others scout."

"Uh, it's morbid," she turns from Gypsy to Dogma, "But, uh, if it's clear up there, shouldn't we try to locate James and Grem so we can recover their gear."

She peers up at the promise of the crevice and the sun that filters in motes down to the dim cave floor. She looks at Meneer whose face is an unreadable mix of emotions.

Following Dogma's order, Gypsy starts moving slowly upwards, but stops short when the tech-wiz touches his arm. Smiling gratefully at Slinky, he lets her and Tevos help him over to a small rocky outcropping and flops down with visible relief.

"I don't recall ever feeling this much strain from Magic. But then again, I've never had to sustain this many spells at one time before."

Leaning his head back against the hard stone wall of the cave, the elf's eyes track Jack's progress towards the opening as he listens to Slinky's suggestion.

"That's a good idea. We're probably going to need anything we can lay our hands on, especially ammo."

<<That'll probably be something that depends on time.>> Jack transmitted, preferring not to open his mouth with all the dust swirling around up near the crack. <<It looked like they went into the ocean, so they might've been washed out to sea, or thrown back up onto shore, or are currently bobbing a little ways off shore, or are now buried underneath the rest of the mountain. Finding them will probably take some time, which we may or may not want to spend here.>>

He paused several meters away from the erstwhile exit, waiting for Slinky to get her drones ready before heading out. He tilted his head, ramping up the gain on his ears to pick out the sounds coming from outside. After the shades, he couldn't believe that he was actually hearing bird song here.
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"Gypsy's pretty busy, boss. Sleel's drones can accompany Jack."

"Mmm" answers Dogma. He turns to Sleel and makes a little twirly gesture with his finger while looking the rigger in the eyes, making sure he understands. He does. Dogma eyes the crack. Maybe it is big enough for drones.

"Uh, it's morbid but, uh, if it's clear up there, shouldn't we try to locate James and Grem so we can recover their gear."
Dogma doesn't react at first, almost as if he hadn't heard her, causing Slinky to feel sheepish about having suggested something like that, but then he looks at her and nods.

"Yeah. Provided we can find them. Might not be much gear left intact though."

The elf turns back to eyeing the crack.
What the hell are those birds?

"Well...this is convenient," Rebo observes.

Not wasting any time, he first lugs his bag through the hole, then squeezes himself through the opening, happy to see the sunlight.

The crew finally emerges from the cave system. First Jack, and slowly the rest of the team. The sight before them made the barren landscape from before look nice. Instead of solid flat rocks to lay upon and enjoy a sunset with, they were looking at loose gravel made of boulders. It was like being a half of a milimeter tall in an old gravel parking area. Moving through here was going to prove tedious, seeing ahead would be even more difficult. On the bright side, there was more than enough hiding space should a new threat appear. Every once in awhile, as the team started to scout their surroundings, a clearer path would be found with no rock larger than someones thigh. It was in one of these openings that Slinky came across an interesting surprise. Sticking out of the ground, a rock, whiter than the rest, and looking more like a tooth was emerged. Upon closer inspection, it appeared to be the Bow she so coveted. Reaching down to grab it she heard a voice in her head, "Myrminoth" it said. However, no amount of pulling would free the bow from the ground. She'd need help if she were to dig it out. Gypsy and Dogma also received quite a surprise. A clawlike hand was found jutting out from under a very heavy looking boulder. It looked just like the Hate creature's hand. Nature had had her revenge. It is mid-day, the sun is bright and it's almost impossible to see into the sky. Those with Flare Compensators see an interesting sight. Reptillian looking seagulls were flying overhead. They didn't seem to show any interest in the team though.

Upon seeing the sun, Sleel quickly got all the drones out and charging while giggling like a schoolgirl. "LOOK! The sun! Its the SUN!!!!!!" he yelled out, pointing up toward the very bright sky. After a moments consideration, he orders a little bird and a gunther drone to take flight. He orders the Gunther to defend the little bird from attacks, but puts the safety of its weapon on (leaving it only to slam into things for a defense), and he jumps into the bird. He makes a quick sensor scan of the seagulls, before sending the bird off to scout with the Gunther in tow.

Open sky was beautiful. Beautiful like the business end of a loaded Panther assault cannon. Grace, and style, but so dangerous that it made your hands shake to be within feet of it. Tevos was the last to leave the darkness of the cave, making sure their newfound ally got out safely.

Never again. He had been caught cold before. And people had died because of it. As soon as the last of the cave dust was coughed up from dry lungs and brushed off as best it could, Tevos turned to the West and called on something he was sure not even those monsters could corrupt. Almost as some reassurance, the spirit came to form as an immense thunderbird, which was how they had always formed during his training.

The sight of the drones flying away was a very good sight. It was tech, it wasnt where ever the heck they where. It was that background noise that brought back memories of what Tev was. A runner. A professional, working for a dragon. The confusion for the last few days drained, leaveing only the nagging horror.

The odd rock maze provided some shade from the hot sun, and some extra peace of mind that they provided good cover. He noticed Slinky digging at something, not knowing what until he got close enough to see the masterful carvings.
“Let me take a shot, those rocks are too big for us to move alone” He backs up and whispers to the rocks around, slightly unsure of what would be arriving. He had seen a Rat shaman dig a foundation for a house like this once. Maybe the rest of James was down there too…at least the thought of having to bury him was put to rest.

"So much for sandy beaches," Rebo says as he eyes the gravel path ahead.

God, this past world was really a shithole. Shadow beings, demonic-ish thing, barren lands, no indoor plumbing - how did humanity ever survive till the 2060s A.D.?

"I'm gonna get a bird's eye view of this place, see if I can spot anything worthwhile," Rebo says.

With that, he sits down as comfortably as he can without getting stuck by the rocks, and lets his consciousness leave his body.

Once his consciousness is floating freely, Rebo ascends high enough so that he can see the island from above, seeing if there's anything interesting on this barren rock.

Pleased to be outside once again, and even more pleased at being able to drop his concentration on the many spells he had been sustaining, the elven sorcerer relaxes for a moment before joining the team in exploring the area around the cavern opening.

Warily eyeing the familiar, claw-like hand that he and the elven leader find sticking out from under the large boulder, Gypsy spends a few minutes examining the surrounding area. He turns the possibilities and probable outcomes of unearthing the creature over in his mind, trying to weigh the pros and cons of such an endeavor.

"What do you think, Dogma. Do you reckon it'd be worth it to dig out this monster for a full examination? Would the risks involved be worth what we might possibly learn from its carcass?"

The band was so cheerful at seeing the sun that it made Dogma laugh. It was, of course, a strange kind of cheerful as no one let their guard down. No one could afford to be blindlingly optimistic, to open up to hope.

With the drones flying up,Rebo taking an astral peek at things and Slinky and Tevos trying to recover that bow, Dogma didn't have any orders to give. A well oiled-machine, the elf thought. They are regaining their confidence.

The team leader walked a little around the rock field, until somethng caught his attention. At first he didn't know what exactly he was looking at, until just about the moment Gypsy came to stand next to him and stare at the thing as well. The claw of Hate stuck out from under a large boulder.

"What do you think, Dogma. Do you reckon it'd be worth it to dig out this monster for a full examination? Would the risks involved be worth what we might possibly learn from its carcass?"

Dogma looks at Gypsy, then at the claw again. "No... who says it's dead? Might just be stuck under that rock. Plus, we don't exactly have an autopsy lab. Even I can feel the bad vibes coming out of it. We'd best leave it as it is, no?"

Keeping a wary eye on the claw, Gypsy nods in agreement with the elven leader.

"That's probably for the best. Although I can't find any signs of life, even with Astral Perception, there's no telling for sure. This thing definitely didn't act like anything else I've ever experienced. It wouldn't hurt to for you to show that thing to the doctor though. Could be good for public relations sometime in the future."

Gypsy turns and starts to head back to the rest of the team, but stops and casts one last glance at the claw, before again addressing Dogma.

"We should probably also do an equipment check while it's still light out. Wouldn't do to find out something's busted when we really need it."

Heading back to where Sleel and Rebo have set up near the cavern opening, the elven sorcerer sits on one of the rocks. Gypsy strips off his jacket and shakes out the clinging dust and grime before running through a couple of minor grooming cantrips, cleaning both himself and his clothing.

Out of the entire team, only Jack did not seem happy to be back out under the sky. Getting out of the cave was a relief, but being back out in the open, in the rubble of what used to be a mountain, the jagged rocks casting sharp, reaching shadows everywhere, immediatly began to set his nerves on edge. He looked up at the sky, at the position of the sun, estimating how long they had till the sun went down and the shades came back.

He kept his distance when the hand of Hate was discovered. He wasn't sure if even being buried by a mountain was enough to kill that thing, and was happy when Dogma decided that they should leave it well enough alone.

He noticed that Slinky seem preoccupied with something, and moving closer realized that it was the bow that'd been given to James. "Frag me sideways," he said, unconciously imitating James. "I'll give ya a hand."

In a disconnected part of his mind he hoped that this meant Gremish was somewhere nearby too. The dead weren't selfish. If they had something you needed, there was no problem in taking it from them. Another lesson he'd taken with him from the containment zone.

He wondered if anyone had a tent with them. Otherwise, they would have to set up their anti-shade fort out of the blankets and bedrolls they'd scrounged before leaving the caer.

The sun is straight above you in the sky, glaring down with a brightness that was never seen in your own future. The rock glares back with a biting edge, causing anyone without proper flare compensation to squint in order to see anything. Gazing up into the sky where the birds can be overheard, reveals nothing to most of you, the sky a bitter white background which makes you feel as if you're being sunburned just by standing in it.

As Sleel gets busy trying to charge the first of the drones, he lets a couple of others fly up and over. Their hyper sensors reveal the reptile looking birds up close, they seem peaceful enough, flying in circles as if the drones weren't even there.

Digging into the gravel rubble around the bow, the team of humanoids and spirits quickly revealed that it wasn't James' hand that was holding it. Instead, it was being held by a scaley claw that was ghost-white in appearance. Immediately withdrawing from the claw as you recognize it for what it is, you are taken aback by just how familiar the claw seems. By itself, it could easily grasp a car, this could only be the claw of a dragon, and the shade of white looked awfully familiar, but if this was a dragon's claw, then the rest of the dragon would definitely be attached.

Rebos takes to flight, over the boulderish scene, almost immediately he sees something he has trouble believing. Not 20 feet from the rest of the team, giant wings are attached to the body and tail of some great dragon body. The fore part of the body seems missing though, hidden by the rocks upon which most of the team is standing.

Meanwhile Gypsy and Dogma make their way over to the rest of the team to find out what the commotion is about, though they haven't seen the claw yet, they can hear the excitement, or concern in the voices of the rest of the party.

"Oh sweet monkey Jesus," Jack said, stumbling back a step as they conclusively revealed that what they were digging up was not James, but a dragon. By the looks of it, _their_ dragon. "Did we just let a mountain fall on the big boss?"

He started heaving rocks off of the rest of the dragon's forearm, hoping that the collapse had not crushed it as dead as the Hate horror seemed to be. If this was Big White, and he was squashed dead, did that mean they'd all go home because they never would've been sent there in the first place? Or maybe Ghostwalker could send them home himself. That was a thought that got Jack working even faster.

The rocks he was pulling up didn't seem to be all bloody, so he took that as a good sign. "Hey Boss!" he thought as hard as he could. He wasn't sure how the whole telepathy thing worked, but he doubted it would hurt. "Don't worry Boss, we're digging you out!"
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Holy sh...

Rebo is so shaken by what he sees that he immediately jets into his body, rising as soon as he merges with it and running over to the rest of the team.

"GUYS! Over here!" he yells, pointing to where he saw the dragon wings and body are located.

"If we get off these rocks, maybe we can dig up the rest of the dragon," Rebo says. "I think I can levitate some of the boulders off."

Joining up once again with Dogma, the two elves head over to the now-gathered group to see what the commotion is about. At the sight of the familiar-looking claw, Gypsy stops short and stares for a moment.

"Well, this could definitely be helpful! I was going to suggest trying to find Pale-And-Scaly in this Age, but figured he'd be far from this place, and knowing him, even if we could locate him he'd probably be unapproachable."

Making his way to the side where Rebo is standing, he lays his hand on the psychic warrior's shoulder.

"If we work together we can probably move a lot more of the heavier boulders. Even if some of them prove too heavy for the both of us, we might still be able to make them easier to move by brute force. Why don't we start with that big one over there."

"Ha..." says Dogma in a "well-this-is-interesting" kind of way.

The odds that they just happen to be at the same spot where a mountain fell on their boss who sent them to this very spot are of course speaking loudly of what's going on.

"Easy, guys" the team leader tells his men, who were frantically exerting themselves to dig up the Great Dragon (was he Great at this point?).

At the questionning looks his team gives him, Dogma explains his logic.

"It is pretty clear Ghostwalker knew about the warp that threw us back into the past. He knew we'd end up here and now. He did not, however, detail me with any specific orders as to what to do once we got here. If digging up his body from where a mountain fell on him was all-important, I'd know about it."

Dogma pauses a moment to continue his thoughts.

"Right now, my only concern is returning you all to the 'present'. This dragon we're standing on may or may not be able to help us do that. He may be profoundly unconscious and of no use. He may eat us on sight. We may not even be able to dig him up. So there's no point in frantically going about this."

"We have no other real leads, so we'll work on digging him out. But don't stress, chummers. Gypsy and Rebo can use magic to move some rocks around, so everyone else assist them."

After that, Dogma went to where Meneer was to question the doc on if he knew anything about this dragon, or any dragon for that matter.

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Glancing over from where he and Rebo are planning just how to go about moving some of the larger boulders, Gypsy catches Dogma's eye.

"Don't forget to show the doc our other little discovery."

Slinky's snatches her hand back from the bow. Myrminoth? What? The name resonates in her mind. Her eyes widen as she remembers the words of the Caern leader.

"Learn its name, and it will always have a bullet ready for you."

James... James could be down here... She puts her back into shifting stones and stops as the hairs on the back of her neck raise when Tevos’ spirit arrives. She looks over her shoulder at the massive spirit and back down in front of her reeling back with a sharp cry when she sees the white of the bow gives over to the white of claws. Big fragging claws. Drawing a gun as she scrambles back over the rough terrain she trains it on the not-moving claw.

She takes a breath and calms herself as the others come over. She holsters the gun and looks across the group at Dogma as he pronounces his intent to send everyone home. The group postulates that this is Ghostwalker in the past and Dogma puts the kibosh on that line of reasoning.

Slinky shakes her head, “I just had a nasty thought guys,” she fidgets with the butt of her holstered gun.

“The caern leader said the worm-demon was summoning a ‘Dragonkind’. Back home, I mean… Tir na nOg, in… our time,” her voice quavers slightly as she fumbles, then presses on, “There was a dragon inbound when we got pulled through. What if this is not Ghostwalker from this day, but Ghostwalker from our day?” She looks around the group, “The nasty part is, if that’s true – why would Ghostwalker answer the summons of a Horror?”

Gypsy calls everyones’ attention to what is presumably one of Hate’s claws sticking out from the rubble. And that. She shivers, and the bright sun dims momentarily. Why couldn’t our bullets touch Hate when we vaporized the worm-demon? She puts a hand to her brow and rubs her face. She walks wide around the remains of the Horror to her pack and unbuckles the fasteners, fishing out the slippery ruthenium cloak. It slides in her hands. Fragging stuff, just as hard to hold as it is to see.

She calls to Sleel, “Send Little Bird with me to scout around for James and Grem. And anything else we might find.” She swings the cloak around her shoulders and vanishes in a shimmering. “Oh, sorry Dogma,” her voice coming out of thin air is eerie, “Uh, mind if I keep an eye out for stuff? I could use a little …quiet time.”

She eyes the bow, tiny in the massive claws. Myrminoth. Just thinking the name makes her mind hum like a plucked bow string.

Seemingly oblivious for the longest time, Tevos is quite the last to notice the dragon claw holding the bone white bow.
"Oh frag..."
Tev orders the spirit to try and dig as much of the dragon up as it could before ordering the storm spirit to do the same.
"You telling me he KNEW what that warp was going to do?" Tev stops and ponders a second before relizing that the chances that Pale knew exactly what it was where pretty damm good indeed.
"Ok, lets just dig, I dont want our future meal ticket to die on us."
Tev watchs the mildly annoyed storm spirit helping to drag a boulder away.

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