Ninja Strike!
[Deciding to go west, to go down, down.... to the deep underground tunnels and catacombs dug by the lowest of the low, you continue on your path. Why bother going up, when you know you have to come back down anyways? Everything delves into the lowest depths at some point...]
[The path is winding, overgrown by dead and mangled trees, roots growing up from the ground as if trying to grab your ankles to drag you into the very dirt you walked on... creepy. Eh, why worry? Trees wouldn't dare mess with the likes of you, and you knew it. The winding and unkempt path led deep into a chasm, the cliffsides that loomed over you the perfect vantage points for old machina collectors to snipe you out, or for savages to jump from, leaving you caught off-guard and in peril... but that is just your paranoia talking. Right?]
[You make it to the bottom of the large and dark canyon, the path continuing onward into the rock face, a small cave slowly coming into view in the side of the cliff. So dark inside... did you remember a lantern?]
[Shifting your pack into your hands, you begin to dig for one, when the cave suddenly becomes illuminated by ghostly fires flickering into existence along the top of the cavern. Well... that is a neat trick. Someone knows you are coming... You continue on, making sure to watch the path lest you slip, fall, and become food for any lucky wildlife. And for traps. How embarrased would you be to hobble into the end of the path with no foot? Honestly... that would be no show of strength!]
[You make your way down the gently sloped path, Stalagmites and stalactites your only audience as you humm a sinister tune. Better be worth all this work, you think to yourself as you stumble into a wide room of the cave. Walking into the room, you see a slight shimmer and feel yourself walking from one atmosphere to another, as if falling into a pool. The air is warm and sticky, smelling of iron, coal, and... is that blood? It is. The unmistakable smell of blood coats this place like a blanket. You must be home!]
[You walk onward, the tunnels of the cave replaced quickly with brick and mortar, the ground level. The walls are pitted with holes and slashes, small shelves and mysterious corridors. Sticking to the main path, you walk a bit faster, anxious to get to the end of the path.]
[Your haste turns into a light jog, bringing you quickly to a large antechamber, the ceiling high and domed. The sound of hurried movement and hushed conversations filled the chamber, traffic moving in and out of the numerous doorways that lined the walls, leading into hundreds of different smaller paths, each path leading to a different chamber where any of your desires and needs could be met... for the right price. Home sweet Home...]
[You have found your way to the Dredger's Catacombs. Your story begins here. What will you do? Where will you go? Who will you ally, and Who will you offend? This is your story, as told by the Drunkards to passerby after passerby...]
(shi*hikitsuri*shi)
