<font color='#728FCE'>Timestamp: Quarter:Tessera Day: 15 Year: 81377 OCC: Feel free to join in ^^ Characters info: Nova Wicked is an experienced dungeons and cave explorer. IC: Nova was sitting at her computer desk, while studying about caves and dungeons when suddenly a notice popped up on her computer. It said a big hole in the KyÂ’Datudk Mountain Range of Rots would appear on the 15th of Tessera and if you entered it, you shall never return. Nova set out to the Ky'Datudk Mountain Range to explore the hole. After a few hours of walking, she found a big hole on the ground which looked the same as the one on the notice. She jumped into it turning on her torch to explore the vast darkness in front of her. After trekking for a couple of minutes the ground became softer and she realized that she was trotting on dead skin. She panned her torch upwards to reveal a round-shaped creature standing right in front of her. It charged at Nova but with quick thinking she dodged and stabbed it right through the heart with her pick. Blood gushed out of the heart getting soaked up into the dead skin. After the battle, Nova studied the deceased corpse of rounded-creature and realized that, that was a Rot and this hole was the world of Rots. She started to walk back to the entrance and to get out the hole but when she arrived at the entrance, the hole was closed. She started to feel scared. All she could hope for was that someone would find her before the Rots didÂ…Â…Â….</font>
<font color='#000000'>The cave's shadows engulfed the lithe form of a pendragon who'd similarly been drawn in to the cave by an unquenchable, feline-esque curiousity. Of course, such curiousity, as it was said, killed the cat and the old adage seemed to have proven quite true as throughout his time on this planet. It was very rare that he ever came across a cat - in fact, it was quite possible he had never seen one. Though convinced he had, his friends insisted he had merely confused cats and squirrels, something he did not believe he could do - however, all the mythical creatures that ran around became so confusing after a point. He didn't see the big deal anyway - they were such small creatures to begin with. Cats, however, were not the issue at hand. The issue at hand was the very sudden, very real fact that he was trapped in some sort of cave, populated with the strangest sorts of creatures. Though he, being rather talented with linguistics, had picked up on a bit of the language, he did not feel the slightest bit safe down here, somewhere in the belly of the earth. He had found some sticks and logs and ignited them with his tailflame, his makeshift fire burning a spectacular whitish-green as traces of fronima gave off their energies in a fantastic light show. The night would be long, and he sighed softly, for he hated this place. Stalagtites threatened collapse on his head and the roof of the cave dripped and leaked. On occassion, water droplets would fall from the ceiling, subliming to steam before hitting the open flame and floating away in a rather dramatic spectacle. He would have to settle for the night. Suddenly, in a flutter of activity, the cave seemed to explode with action from all directions. He could hear the creatures calling out in their strange tongue, They are not friendly! Destroy them all! - he bolted upright. Something was not right. Footsteps could be heard coming in his direction - the last thing the milky-white male wanted at this point was to be stuck here. He grabbed his few items, extinguished the fire, and stormed out of his spot in the cave, moments before an angry mob of rots appeared. He ran through caves and catacombs, until he ran directly in to another lost wanderer...</font>
<font color='#ADA96E'>Azkora was sitting in the dim light of the burning corpse of a Rot. His three eyes were closed, but suddenly they snapped open. He ran through the tunnels with increduble speed for a 'dragon his age. When he reached the two lost wanderers, he cackled loudly. "We've been waiting for you. Yeehehe!"</font>
