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Not wanting to jinx himself, Aedan stayed alert, getting a little bit less jumpy at the squirming ground, while trying to continue to keep an eye on the shadowy shapes that shifted just out of sight.

Trapping some raw miasma into a small bottle, he smiled. Something useful...hopefully he'd be able to gather some more...after all, a kingdom couldn't have enough miasma.

Blinking, Aedan froze. Had he just heard...?

Yes, that was definitely someone calling his name. But where was it coming from? Turning around, he looked from side to side, his eyes shifting, almost-frantic as he tried to place where the voice was coming from...

And then, suddenly, he lost his balance, tripping over something sticking up out of the ground, flailing as he landed on something...sharp. It didn't feel like it was going to be a deadly wound, but as he removed himself from the short sword, half buried in the shifting dirt, he felt blood trickle down his arm. Well, that had been skillful.

Stumbling a bit, Aedan shook his arm slightly, frustrated by the throbbing pain that lingered, and the blood that still dripped along the now-almost-useless limb. It didn't, however, stop him from walking through the puddle on the ground in front of him, a small expression of distaste flickering across his features as he did so.

It quickly became an expression of horror, as he splashed awkwardly into the disgusting, almost syrupy liquid...all the way up to his waist. That would never come out of this fabric. Wait, he could swear that was..THERE WAS A TONGUE STROKING HIS ANKLES, WHYYYY...

And then a sharp pain, making him gasp. It was agonizing, enough so that he temporarily forgot how much his arm hurt. Scrambling frantically to escape the pool of death, he used his good arm to claw his way free. It almost felt as though the water was..disappointed, clinging to him as long as possible before finally releasing him, gasping, onto the shifting earth alongside it.

He tried to regain his breath, but found it difficult. He had a feeling he'd lost too much blood, between his first bout of clumsiness, and now this attack. Eyelashes fluttering slightly, he groaned, and tried to crawl further, before blacking out. Hopefully the others will do better.

[[Exit.]]

[[Enter: Uluiru!]

Feeling almost, strangely, like he'd entered an area much like the one he'd just left, Uluiru shifted lightly onto the balls of his feet, keeping his footsteps light. The very earth felt...unpleasant, as if it was scurrying beneath one's foot to burrow upwards, spreading the corrupting influence into a new host.

And on that pleasant thought...see if there's any miasma handy, and hope I don't pay too high a price for it.

Moving silently, and with far more caution, Uluiru was less concerned with the creatures he could see in the distance, barely flashes in the distance, their outlines blurred by the violet and green gases that hung low in the air. At least, it seemed like he'd gotten something that he'd come here for.

[[ henry is entering ]]

The Valley of the Blighted Heart was just as nasty as the stories foretold. He made a face, scrunching up his nose and baring his new-found fangs. He surveyed the landscape, noting the terrible black pod in the centre of the valley and all the tendrils extending from it. Grimacing, Henry stepped across the grass, shuddering as it moved as though snakes lay beneath it.

There was something in the distance, dark and shadowy and hungry, but they did not attack.

For now.

Henry tucked the bottles back into his pack, eager to make it out alive. The sounds rumbled beneath the surface of the earth, twisting up anxiety in his chest worse than a triple tied knot. The blond turned, wishing he'd had the foresight to purchase shoes before his expedition. The ground here was disgusting, seeping with ichor and death alike.

He scanned the horizon, looking for a tell-tale sign of a Miasma vent...but no dice. There was too much noxious gas, plumes and jade and indigo, clouding his sight. It was because of that gas, that Henry walked through by holding his breath, that the Keymaker tumbled into a puddle. Had it been an ordinary pond, it would have been of no concern. A little water never hurt anyone, that much was for certain, but.

This was no pond.

This was a cavernous depth, an aquatic spider tugging him downwards, pulling him into the abyss, and--

Henry fought. Struggling to freedom had been a success, but at a cost. The bite on his side bled red like a blood orange.

[entering from red kingdom]

Gilly held her hands over her mouth and nose trying to make sure none of the miasma would get into her system. The whole landscape looked wreaked with devastation. And those tendrils that keep squirming in creepily erratic patterns really gave her chills. She started into the field, hoping to collect enough miasma to keep their kingdom safe.

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Charcter name: Gilly
Rank: Pawn (stonelion)
HP: 40
Kingdom: Red
Flags: 0
Miasma points: 0

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