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But the things didn't stop. Nope, they just kept on grasping at her despite the little noble's efforts.

Stormy beat them back with a cry and considered summoning Thane since subtlety was no longer an option here.

The new strategy did not work. Not at all, in fact; one of the nasty creatures bit into his sore ankle, and he nearly faltered again. He was beginning to feel a very scratchy sensation as whatever was in the water grated against his clothing and tore it to shreds slowly. The mud caked into his outfit was drying, making his condition even worse, exaggerating his current injuries.

For a moment, Harland Leander Belle shut his eyes and wished himself at home. With his eyes shut, moving slowly and deliberately, a thin smile on his face, Harland made his way to the edge of the bog.

And he really did make it to the edge of the bog: he surfaced, and paused for a moment, in disbelief. Shortly after, he re-attached his supplies to his belt and searched for Kitty. He immediately snatched at whatever part of the man he could reach, grabbing hold with a very strong grip if he managed it. "Would you kindly never run off like that again?" Harland chastised him, before moving as though he intended to crush Alas in a hug.

Harland took a step back, and looked out over the bog to distract himself from his fears for Alas. Crispin; was Crispin alright? "Crispin, I hope you are not finding the bog too unpleasant..." Harland called out after him.

Olivia tilted her head slightly at Molan's assessment of their former Kingdom. Had they really been nothing? They had their own amount of skills and abilities and traditions and homes just as the next Kingdom, and she didn't think that made them any less of anyone. She frowned and only nodded, instead just responding to his other inquiries. "Yes, the least we could do is try." In an ideal situation, this truce and this war wouldn't have happened. The Voice wouldn't want anything from them. She could hope that each Kingdom would get along and live together, but having only been to Blue ... she wasn't sure, they seemed invigorated with the idea of fighting.

"Going, yes." It was what they needed to do and she waited for him to take the lead since he seemed to have a better idea of where they needed to go.

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Character Name: Olivia
Current HP:  50/50
Kingdom: Blue /Silver Wildcard
Current Sector:  A

Now that the flowers had been placed on the altar and cleansed, Ryan gathered them together and collected what little miasma he had salvaged before sealing it all into a small containment unit.

Done.

There was little more he could do here. All he could do now was report back to Wilson and deliver the miasma to him and hope that it was enough.

Exiting!

Character: Ryan
Current HP: 4/60
Kingdom: White
Current Sector: E
Miasma Points: Half amount 17.5 rounds up to 18

The swamp smelled of sewage and looked even worse. The last thing Sparrow wanted to do was enter it, but there was little choice. He hesitated for only a brief moment before giving a resigned sigh, making his way into the boggy, grimy water, trying not to let it get to him.

He made his way very quickly through the first section.


[ onto Sector C! ]

Thinking it over for a moment or so, Shun decided to throw away one flower. It didn't feel right to him. As they continued to move, he realized that this might have been a good idea. He could feel his strength draining away rather rapidly.

"The flowers seem to be sucking out our life source, but as long as we're cautious, it should not kill us. Also you need not call me Tiger," he said a little flatly.

"However, I suggest you get use to the feeling of pain if possible. The trials ahead of us will not be light."

It was a grim piece of advice, but he did not think that things would go easy for them. Nothing ever was easy.

Wiping the slime off of his face, Crispin pushed himself up to his feet, and continued slogging forward.

"Wonderful!" he growled, just about ready to stomp on anything that grabbed at him again. It was rare for Crispin to be angry, but he was getting fed up with constantly failing. That, and his leg hurt. He also smelled.

And his friends had run off, and they'd probably been hurt, and he'd just been dragged underwater, and his home had been blown up, and okay, Crispin was under considerable stress. Something large buzzed by, and he hit it with the back of his hand, marching through the bog with a gigantic frown.

He could see Alastair and Harland waiting on the shore of a bog several feet away. The water got deeper, but Crispin sped right up to them.

"If you run off again, so help me I'll... !" he waved his hands, coming up to Alistair.

Molan was rather quick to notice the change. The previously dry, almost solid terrain shifted to a rather disgusting much that oozed, bubbled, and left him feeling a bit sick. And he think he might have seen something in the darkness there looking at him.

Things... lived in that stuff?

Well, he didn't have long to focus on worrying about that as he moved along, aiming to find the exit. He heard endless growls from all directions and didn't know which was more dangerous. Just... move away from where he came, yes... that was the correct wa-

HOLY SWE- He suddenly saw something lunch, stumbling back a step as he raised an arm to guard himself. Just in time for the thing to tear at it before darting off to the abysmal darkness again for another chance before he could even hope to fight back against it. His breath caught in his throat as he searched for the thing again hoping to avoid another attack but found nothing.

No. He couldn't stay and worry, moving. If he moved he'd get out... right. He took a breath, pushing forward, cradling the now bloodied arm against him.