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TOPIC | [GALA] Journey into Snowspire Caverns
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Day 6 With the Ancient Machine Summary

Charlie, a Fire dragon who was raised wild and knows nothing about machinery: I can run this

Everyone: Charlie no

Charlie: Charlie yes *pushes button*

*cave starts to collapse*
*machine is about to explode*

Stupid Wildclaw: Oops
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[center][size=4] Jessica's Log - Day 6[/size][/center] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=25838455] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/258385/25838455_350.png[/img] [/url] I think...I think we just made a major scientific discovery. Where do I begin? Okay. Last night, we found the ancient machine. Today, we studied it some more. Made heaps of drawings. A pity we don't have any engineers back at the clan who will really appreciate it. Helene will work herself into a froth, of course, but then she'll forget about it and go back to her algae dishes. We suck. ...Forgive me all the negativity; I think I've figured out my problem. Quite simply, we haven't found any treasure. Mutagenic dust don't count, smoky quartz doesn't count, and Russ's absurd new familiar MOST CERTAINLY does not count (Its legs are spears! How can it even walk?). I don't mean to sound like a certain profit-driven Coatl, but I came on this expedition expecting [i]payoff[/i]. The "knowledge" just doesn't seem like enough. Or maybe I simply can't appreciate it. Ugh. Shadowbinder, I shouldn't be so ungrateful. Every day alive and free is a gift. Anyway, back to the account - should I strike the above paragraph? Think on it later. Eventually, we figured out the machine's basic input-output process: It harvests ice from a borehole, converts the ice into the Evil Super Dust (somehow; magic is involved), and then converts the dust into electricity. We conjecture that this machine is/was the main generator for the facilities that existed here. As to who built it, deep within the Fortress of Ends (or perhaps the Fortress was built on top of it, but that would make it ridiculously ancient), who knows? Leave that to the real scholars. Sathonyx announced he had figured out how to turn it on to full power, so with our permission he hit some buttons on a control panel and the thing started humming louder. And louder, and louder, and unfortunately it seems some failsafes had broken or the caverns' structure had weakened over time, because the ceiling and walls started cracking, and the generator was making weird grinding sounds, and Russ and I were yelling at Sathonyx to turn that thing off NOW, and, well, he did. Successfully. By flailing at the control panel in lucky desperation, but still. I can't believe I'm actually feeling charitable toward the little potato. More writing on this subject later. But the craziest thing (shadows, can you believe there's more?) was still to come. After making sure the room wouldn't collapse on us, we went back to our note-taking. That was when the bag - the one in which we were storing samples of the Evil Super Dust - came to life. It had gained two googly eyes, a mouth, and a few tiny black tentacles. It floated over to Sathonyx and tried to bite his leg (I stomped it; Russ entombed it in the ice. If it ever gets free, it can go happily join its mutant tentacle brethren). Does that description sound familiar? The bag was a [i]Mimic[/i]. The Evil Super Dust in these caves [i]is Mimic Dust[/i]. Mimics don't produce Mimic Dust, [i]Mimic Dust produces Mimics[/i]. Yeah. I'll let that sink in. So, a recap of what we have learned here in Snowspire Caverns: [LIST] [*]Snowspire Caverns are ancient, complex, creepy, and weird. [*]Assuming our records of the machine are thorough enough to replicate it, we may now have a way to create electricity from ice. Possible economic, social, and technological implications are boundless. [*]Mimic Dust can mutate both living and nonliving things with prolonged exposure. BE VERY CAREFUL WITH THE STUFF. [*]Furthermore, the ubiquity of Mimics implies that generators like these are widespread throughout Sornieth. Unless the dust has a natural source as well. I can't decide which thought is more horrifying. [/LIST] Not much else to say right now. Our notes done - we've looked at that machine from every angle short of slicing it open - we are heading back to the surface tomorrow.
Jessica's Log - Day 6

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I think...I think we just made a major scientific discovery. Where do I begin?

Okay. Last night, we found the ancient machine. Today, we studied it some more. Made heaps of drawings. A pity we don't have any engineers back at the clan who will really appreciate it. Helene will work herself into a froth, of course, but then she'll forget about it and go back to her algae dishes.

We suck.

...Forgive me all the negativity; I think I've figured out my problem. Quite simply, we haven't found any treasure. Mutagenic dust don't count, smoky quartz doesn't count, and Russ's absurd new familiar MOST CERTAINLY does not count (Its legs are spears! How can it even walk?). I don't mean to sound like a certain profit-driven Coatl, but I came on this expedition expecting payoff. The "knowledge" just doesn't seem like enough. Or maybe I simply can't appreciate it. Ugh. Shadowbinder, I shouldn't be so ungrateful. Every day alive and free is a gift.

Anyway, back to the account - should I strike the above paragraph? Think on it later. Eventually, we figured out the machine's basic input-output process: It harvests ice from a borehole, converts the ice into the Evil Super Dust (somehow; magic is involved), and then converts the dust into electricity. We conjecture that this machine is/was the main generator for the facilities that existed here. As to who built it, deep within the Fortress of Ends (or perhaps the Fortress was built on top of it, but that would make it ridiculously ancient), who knows? Leave that to the real scholars.

Sathonyx announced he had figured out how to turn it on to full power, so with our permission he hit some buttons on a control panel and the thing started humming louder. And louder, and louder, and unfortunately it seems some failsafes had broken or the caverns' structure had weakened over time, because the ceiling and walls started cracking, and the generator was making weird grinding sounds, and Russ and I were yelling at Sathonyx to turn that thing off NOW, and, well, he did. Successfully. By flailing at the control panel in lucky desperation, but still.

I can't believe I'm actually feeling charitable toward the little potato. More writing on this subject later.

But the craziest thing (shadows, can you believe there's more?) was still to come. After making sure the room wouldn't collapse on us, we went back to our note-taking. That was when the bag - the one in which we were storing samples of the Evil Super Dust - came to life. It had gained two googly eyes, a mouth, and a few tiny black tentacles. It floated over to Sathonyx and tried to bite his leg (I stomped it; Russ entombed it in the ice. If it ever gets free, it can go happily join its mutant tentacle brethren). Does that description sound familiar? The bag was a Mimic. The Evil Super Dust in these caves is Mimic Dust. Mimics don't produce Mimic Dust, Mimic Dust produces Mimics. Yeah. I'll let that sink in.

So, a recap of what we have learned here in Snowspire Caverns:
  • Snowspire Caverns are ancient, complex, creepy, and weird.
  • Assuming our records of the machine are thorough enough to replicate it, we may now have a way to create electricity from ice. Possible economic, social, and technological implications are boundless.
  • Mimic Dust can mutate both living and nonliving things with prolonged exposure. BE VERY CAREFUL WITH THE STUFF.
  • Furthermore, the ubiquity of Mimics implies that generators like these are widespread throughout Sornieth. Unless the dust has a natural source as well. I can't decide which thought is more horrifying.
Not much else to say right now. Our notes done - we've looked at that machine from every angle short of slicing it open - we are heading back to the surface tomorrow.
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@/squidragon - Bummed my team got frozen in Ice, I can't wait to see the conclusion and how the story got out if they are frozen. Thank you for all the work you put into this event. Am I allowed to put the story in my teams bio (with proper credit to you, of course)?
@/squidragon - Bummed my team got frozen in Ice, I can't wait to see the conclusion and how the story got out if they are frozen. Thank you for all the work you put into this event. Am I allowed to put the story in my teams bio (with proper credit to you, of course)?
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[center]| [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/forga/2089268/62#post_25239624][color=cornflowerblue]Day One[/color][/url] | [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/forga/2089268/69#post_25268411][color=cornflowerblue]Day Two[/color][/url] | [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/forga/2089268/86#post_25328522][color=cornflowerblue]Day Three[/color][/url] | [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/forga/2089268/91#post_25386490][color=cornflowerblue]Day Four[/color][/url] | [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/forga/2089268/95#post_25460053][color=cornflowerblue]Day Five[/color][/url] | [b]Team:[/b] The Reluctant Spelunkers[/center] [columns][color=transparent]space spaces space spaces[/color] [nextcol] [center][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=28062668][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/280627/28062668.png[/img][/url] [i]Madness[/i] ~~ Cautious Cooperative Fight Seemed a good idea Combat Beasts Strength Heads[/center] [nextcol] [center][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=28785301][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/287854/28785301.png[/img][/url] [i]Whisper[/i] ~~ Cautious Cooperative Flight Seemed a good idea Awareness Stealth Botany Tails[/center] [nextcol] [center][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=28109071][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/281091/28109071.png[/img][/url] [i]Hemlock[/i] ~~ Curious Independent Fight Knowledge Chemistry Alchemy Flying Ace Heads[/center][/columns] [b]Day 6 Recap:[/b] The group awakes and immediately starts taking notes on the strange machine again with the intention of showing their discovery to others when they reach the surface. They agree that it appears to be some kind of generator that somehow takes the surrounding ice and converts it into electricity, with the dust some sort of odd byproduct of the process. After hours of examination, Hemlock announces that he thinks he knows how to turn it on, and does so before the other two can object. The machine hums to life and the lights in the room flicker on, but the machine starts vibrating with increasing speed and force. It looks like it's about to shake itself out of its foundations and possibly explode for good measure. The group justifiably panics. Hemlock makes an admirable attempt to press every button and throw every lever at once in a desperate attempt to shut it down, and something he does apparently works. The machine quiets and the lights go off again. After shooting Hemlock dirty looks the other two resume their note-taking, while the spiral responds with a sheepish grin and joins them in their effort. They collect some dust as a sample, only to notice shortly thereafter that the bag they placed it in seems to have come to life. It's floating in the air and staring at them with its brand new [i]face[/i]. They all agree this seems odd. Then they all realize this [i]thing[/i] seems remarkably similar to the mimic creatures that appear in winter every year and wonder if perhaps this machine, and others like it across the continent, are the cause. The group packs up all their research on the strange machine, the disconcerting dust, and everything else they've learned about these caverns, and start their return journey to the surface, making camp after a few hours of travel. [b]Full Log:[/b] [quote="Day 6: Ancient Energy"]We did not rest as long as we might have as we were filled with excitement and anticipation at our new discovery. We awoke, immediately hopping to our feet to explore this machine further. Having done our preliminary survey yesterday, we began to draw out the area in as much detail as possible. Each of us took clipboards and walked through every corner of the room, writing down everything we could so that we could take it to the surface with us and show everyone what we had found. We had come to the conclusion that this thing was some sort of power source, or generator, judging by all of the wires that led out from it. We were not sure exactly how it worked, but one part of the machine seemed to be producing the dust out of the ice in the surrounding areas and another part of the machine seemed to be converting it into electricity. Hemlock spent hours poring over everything in the room, before finally turning to us and announcing that he believed he may know how to turn it on and operate it. Hemlock moved over to a control panel and began hitting buttons and levers. The machine started to hum louder and louder, and the lighting in the room flickered on. It was working! It was making electricity out of ice! The machine began to hum with power - and it soon began moving faster and faster and faster and faster! It was going too fast! The machine was shaking and rumbling, the ceiling and floors were starting to crumble, and it looked like it might explode at any second! We needed to shut it off and NOW. Hemlock began to frantically hit buttons and levers, hoping that one of them would shut the thing down. Just when we were about to jump ship and run for our lives, the machine became silent, the lights turned off, and it was dark and quiet. Breathing a sigh of relief at the silence of the machine, we went back to taking notes such that we could reproduce the machine on the surface. While we did so, we began to collect some of the dust to test how it works - when we realized something peculiar. The bag in which we had collected the dust began to move and wiggle, coming to life! It floated up into the air and looked at us with its two big eyes and one big mouth. ... ... Okay, this was weird. But we can make use of this. We realized all at once why this powder was familiar to us! It seemed to be made of nearly the same stuff that all those strange mimics that came out every winter were covered in. Perhaps there were other generators much like this one, buried beneath the earth and abandoned by people past, that were responsible for all of those creatures. When we had finished gathering everything we possibly could on the dust, the generator, and its strange effects on inanimate objects, we began to make our way back to the surface. When we had gone as far as we could, we ate our meal, logged our activities, and slept.[/quote] ~~~ Woohoo, once again my dragons manage to avert disaster! They might actually make it out of here in one piece! :D
| Day One | Day Two | Day Three | Day Four | Day Five |

Team: The Reluctant Spelunkers

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Madness
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Cautious
Cooperative
Fight
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Combat
Beasts
Strength

Heads
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Whisper
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Cautious
Cooperative
Flight
Seemed a good idea

Awareness
Stealth
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Hemlock
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Curious
Independent
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Knowledge

Chemistry
Alchemy
Flying Ace

Heads

Day 6 Recap:

The group awakes and immediately starts taking notes on the strange machine again with the intention of showing their discovery to others when they reach the surface. They agree that it appears to be some kind of generator that somehow takes the surrounding ice and converts it into electricity, with the dust some sort of odd byproduct of the process.

After hours of examination, Hemlock announces that he thinks he knows how to turn it on, and does so before the other two can object.

The machine hums to life and the lights in the room flicker on, but the machine starts vibrating with increasing speed and force. It looks like it's about to shake itself out of its foundations and possibly explode for good measure. The group justifiably panics.

Hemlock makes an admirable attempt to press every button and throw every lever at once in a desperate attempt to shut it down, and something he does apparently works. The machine quiets and the lights go off again.

After shooting Hemlock dirty looks the other two resume their note-taking, while the spiral responds with a sheepish grin and joins them in their effort.

They collect some dust as a sample, only to notice shortly thereafter that the bag they placed it in seems to have come to life. It's floating in the air and staring at them with its brand new face.

They all agree this seems odd.

Then they all realize this thing seems remarkably similar to the mimic creatures that appear in winter every year and wonder if perhaps this machine, and others like it across the continent, are the cause.

The group packs up all their research on the strange machine, the disconcerting dust, and everything else they've learned about these caverns, and start their return journey to the surface, making camp after a few hours of travel.

Full Log:

Day 6: Ancient Energy wrote:
We did not rest as long as we might have as we were filled with excitement and anticipation at our new discovery. We awoke, immediately hopping to our feet to explore this machine further.

Having done our preliminary survey yesterday, we began to draw out the area in as much detail as possible. Each of us took clipboards and walked through every corner of the room, writing down everything we could so that we could take it to the surface with us and show everyone what we had found. We had come to the conclusion that this thing was some sort of power source, or generator, judging by all of the wires that led out from it. We were not sure exactly how it worked, but one part of the machine seemed to be producing the dust out of the ice in the surrounding areas and another part of the machine seemed to be converting it into electricity.

Hemlock spent hours poring over everything in the room, before finally turning to us and announcing that he believed he may know how to turn it on and operate it.

Hemlock moved over to a control panel and began hitting buttons and levers. The machine started to hum louder and louder, and the lighting in the room flickered on. It was working! It was making electricity out of ice!

The machine began to hum with power - and it soon began moving faster and faster and faster and faster! It was going too fast! The machine was shaking and rumbling, the ceiling and floors were starting to crumble, and it looked like it might explode at any second! We needed to shut it off and NOW.

Hemlock began to frantically hit buttons and levers, hoping that one of them would shut the thing down. Just when we were about to jump ship and run for our lives, the machine became silent, the lights turned off, and it was dark and quiet.

Breathing a sigh of relief at the silence of the machine, we went back to taking notes such that we could reproduce the machine on the surface. While we did so, we began to collect some of the dust to test how it works - when we realized something peculiar. The bag in which we had collected the dust began to move and wiggle, coming to life! It floated up into the air and looked at us with its two big eyes and one big mouth.

...

...

Okay, this was weird.

But we can make use of this.

We realized all at once why this powder was familiar to us! It seemed to be made of nearly the same stuff that all those strange mimics that came out every winter were covered in. Perhaps there were other generators much like this one, buried beneath the earth and abandoned by people past, that were responsible for all of those creatures.

When we had finished gathering everything we possibly could on the dust, the generator, and its strange effects on inanimate objects, we began to make our way back to the surface. When we had gone as far as we could, we ate our meal, logged our activities, and slept.

~~~

Woohoo, once again my dragons manage to avert disaster! They might actually make it out of here in one piece! :D
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@HSoup You are absolutely allowed to use the journals in your dragons' bios - just give a link back to this thread :)
@HSoup You are absolutely allowed to use the journals in your dragons' bios - just give a link back to this thread :)
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We spent many hours in our expedition to the surface, and during all of that time, our thoughts were racing with possibilities for the technology we had discovered buried beneath the Fortress of Ends. With this new energy, we could build all sorts of new machines, and we could even begin to create mechanical familiars to assist us in our day-to-day life.

And that is precisely what we did. When we reached the surface, we brought all of our notes and samples to the clan leadership and explained everything we had done and seen in great detail. With clan approval, we began to build a smaller version of that machine, and in the time after we discovered that it did not just run on eternal ice - but on glowing embers and shimmering pinecones and other flights' equivalent magical currencies as well.

Our discoveries brought great wealth and renown to our clan as dragons from all over came to us for high-end gadgets and contraptions. We, Sanko, had done well, and our clanmates would remember us for it.

And we got.. an axe mimic. xD Man I hated fighting those things in the mire.

Thanks for the event ^^
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We spent many hours in our expedition to the surface, and during all of that time, our thoughts were racing with possibilities for the technology we had discovered buried beneath the Fortress of Ends. With this new energy, we could build all sorts of new machines, and we could even begin to create mechanical familiars to assist us in our day-to-day life.

And that is precisely what we did. When we reached the surface, we brought all of our notes and samples to the clan leadership and explained everything we had done and seen in great detail. With clan approval, we began to build a smaller version of that machine, and in the time after we discovered that it did not just run on eternal ice - but on glowing embers and shimmering pinecones and other flights' equivalent magical currencies as well.

Our discoveries brought great wealth and renown to our clan as dragons from all over came to us for high-end gadgets and contraptions. We, Sanko, had done well, and our clanmates would remember us for it.

And we got.. an axe mimic. xD Man I hated fighting those things in the mire.

Thanks for the event ^^
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Bane: THAT'S IT TSARA I'M GONNA KILL YOU FOR REAL THIS TIME

Tsara: I saved your tail and that's what I get for it?

Dryad: Tsara's right. It's our fault we got trapped.

Bane: No! We're NOT failures! We're KINGS! WE DESERVED MORE!

Tsara: *knocks out with shadow magic* Wispy, Dryad, help me get this living temper tantrum home.
Bane: THAT'S IT TSARA I'M GONNA KILL YOU FOR REAL THIS TIME

Tsara: I saved your tail and that's what I get for it?

Dryad: Tsara's right. It's our fault we got trapped.

Bane: No! We're NOT failures! We're KINGS! WE DESERVED MORE!

Tsara: *knocks out with shadow magic* Wispy, Dryad, help me get this living temper tantrum home.
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I've fallen so far behind in writing my own logs that this post goes back to day 2. ;-; I haven't managed to read others past day 1, either, but I'll enjoy trying to catch up in the coming weeks! My tundra whose writing out logs, Merlin, is usually a very optimistic lass, but isn't one for caves and the longer they're down there the more it wears her down. Because of that the logs get progressively shorter with shorter sentences. [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/forga/2089268/62#post_25244857]Day one can be found of this page[/url] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=1234979] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/12350/1234979.png[/img][/url][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=2838482][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/28385/2838482.png[/img][/url][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=1197978][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/11980/1197978.png[/img][/url] [quote=Merlin's log] Gala Expedition, Day 2 Unusual Botany Today I am grateful we brought a mother guardian along— there is perhaps no creature in Sorneith with stronger protective instincts. We discovered a myriad of plant and fungal life, so much that they covered the passageways. I had taken it to be a good sign that life had found a way to survive down here. Plants are something familiar, and these had a soft, lulling smell, unlike any of the sickly-sweet or pungent poisons I have encountered before. But they were not safe. The longer we walked among them the more their sleepy smell got to me, until I wanted nothing more than to curl up with them for awhile. Euclase tells me she saw flashes of color as well. But unlike me, Chroma had caught the warning signs and was forcing masks on us the moment our legs stated to give way. Our guardian then proceeded to half drag us down the passageways, despite being affected by their strange perfume herself. The effects seemed to wear off once we were clear of the plants, but I still fear what the exposure to that stuff will do to us in the long term. Having been breathing that stuff— whatever it is, makes me feel unclean. All the live samples we collected today are carefully sealed and airtight. I would have liked to get rid of them entirely, but Euclase insists that our clan's botanist's will have use of them. She may be right. I just hope someone keeps an eye on Aries while the samples are in his possession. He it not known for conducting safe experiments. [item=Dwarf Truffle spores] [item=Ancient fungus Spores] [item=Dwarf Truffle spores] [/quote] [quote=Merlin's log] Gala Expedition, Day 3 Bioluminescence Today was not so bad as yesterday. At least, we have no proof of harm being done to us, despite our fair share of unease. We met animals, the first we've seen since the bats left us. Each and every one of them glowed, a feat of incredible beauty when they gather together. There were glowing plants as well, but they do not bear close resemblance to yesterday's and the presence of other living things is reassuring. There have been no headaches, no sudden drowsiness, and no hallucinations that I'm aware of, so the effects we experienced may indeed be temporary. There was a dust, though, a light sprinkling in the air that none of us could identify. I can't say it makes me feel safe. And then there's the footprints I found. Fresh, unfamiliar, and quite possibly connected to movement behind us. We didn't stay long after that. Which is a shame, because I would have like to explore the bioluminescent caves longer, but I would rather leave than feel like I am being hunted. Where caves are concerned, I am content to let Euclase decide when fleeing is advised. We left through a pit in the ground, and the passageways here do not look naturally made. Who would want to carve out tunnels this deep into a cave system? I can't imagine living my life underground, but Euclase is fascinated by it. When we stopped to rest she closed her eyes to read the energies here, and she's still at it. [item=infused crystal] [item=infused crystal] [item=infused crystal] [quote=Merlin's log] Gala Expedition, Day 4 The Beasts are corrupted It's not just the plants. There's something wrong with animals down here, too. Very wrong. I don't expect to recognize many cave animals, or any of them, really. But when neither Euclase, who spent most of her life in caves, or Chroma, who grew up in the Icefields, don't know what to make of them, I begin to worry. No, we met monsters today. I'm okay with wildlife that is as strong as I am, even if they want to eat me. I can understand phytocats and rocs and their like, and I can fight them. I was not much use against these things of tentacles and sludge. Could the dust be involved? There seems to be more of it down here, and I really hope it won't change us in the same way. I suppose I should elaborate on the rest of our day, in case the information proves useful. The tunnels here are highly regular, with doorways that were clearly built on purpose, but are too small to let Chroma through. Euclase thinks they may have been made by some sort of subterranean beastclan, but I'm still skeptical that anyone would want to take up a permanent residency here. [item=Chipped Blackened legbones] [item=squirming tentacle] [item=mimic powder][/quote] [quote=Merlin's log] Gala Expedition, Day 5 Hall of Mirrors I am done with caves. Once this business is over, I'm sticking to the surface and never, ever looking back. I think we found the heart of our dust situation. Nestled in the center of a cavern bedecked with a jagged maze of crystals of in an unassuming hole in the ground. This hole houses the monarch of monsters, a devourer of dust whom all the other serve. And it's eating eggs. [i]Eggs.[/i] Nearly two fifths of my clan came from unhatched eggs. I can only imagine the clansmen I will never meet. Chroma is pretty riled up. She probably would have lunged the thing immediately if we hadn't insisted she waited. Euclase won't answer any direct questions. I'm scared. [item=Eye Agate] [item=Chrysoberyl] [item=Eye Agate][/quote] [quote=Merlin's log] Gala Expedition, Day 6 It lies in wait We couldn't do it. We couldn't fight it. I would have done everything were we in the fresh air, but the cold stone here leaches the courage from my bones. I belong in the wind. Even Chroma gave in. Perhaps she understands that we'd never succeed. Perhaps she decided protecting the clanmates she had in the now was more important than those that could be. Either way, we ran. [item=Aged Carcass] [Item=Squirrel skull] [item=Aged Carcass][/quote]
I've fallen so far behind in writing my own logs that this post goes back to day 2. ;-; I haven't managed to read others past day 1, either, but I'll enjoy trying to catch up in the coming weeks!
My tundra whose writing out logs, Merlin, is usually a very optimistic lass, but isn't one for caves and the longer they're down there the more it wears her down. Because of that the logs get progressively shorter with shorter sentences.

Day one can be found of this page

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Merlin's log wrote:
Gala Expedition, Day 2
Unusual Botany

Today I am grateful we brought a mother guardian along— there is perhaps no creature in Sorneith with stronger protective instincts.

We discovered a myriad of plant and fungal life, so much that they covered the passageways. I had taken it to be a good sign that life had found a way to survive down here. Plants are something familiar, and these had a soft, lulling smell,
unlike any of the sickly-sweet or pungent poisons I have encountered before.

But they were not safe. The longer we walked among them the more their sleepy smell got to me, until I wanted nothing more than to curl up with them for awhile. Euclase tells me she saw flashes of color as well. But unlike me, Chroma had caught the warning signs and was forcing masks on us the moment our legs stated to give way. Our guardian then proceeded to half drag us down the passageways, despite being affected by their strange perfume herself. The effects seemed to wear off once we were clear of the plants, but I still fear what the exposure to that stuff will do to us in the long term. Having been breathing that stuff— whatever it is, makes me feel unclean.

All the live samples we collected today are carefully sealed and airtight. I would have liked to get rid of them entirely, but Euclase insists that our clan's botanist's will have use of them. She may be right. I just hope someone keeps an eye on Aries while the samples are in his possession. He it not known for conducting safe experiments.


Merlin's log wrote:
Gala Expedition, Day 3
Bioluminescence

Today was not so bad as yesterday. At least, we have no proof of harm being done to us, despite our fair share of unease.

We met animals, the first we've seen since the bats left us. Each and every one of them glowed, a feat of incredible beauty when they gather together. There were glowing plants as well, but they do not bear close resemblance to yesterday's and the presence of other living things is reassuring. There have been no headaches, no sudden drowsiness, and no hallucinations that I'm aware of, so the effects we experienced may indeed be temporary. There was a dust, though, a light sprinkling in the air that none of us could identify. I can't say it makes me feel safe.

And then there's the footprints I found. Fresh, unfamiliar, and quite possibly connected to movement behind us. We didn't stay long after that. Which is a shame, because I would have like to explore the bioluminescent caves longer, but I would rather leave than feel like I am being hunted. Where caves are concerned, I am content to let Euclase decide when fleeing is advised.

We left through a pit in the ground, and the passageways here do not look naturally made. Who would want to carve out tunnels this deep into a cave system? I can't imagine living my life underground, but Euclase is fascinated by it. When we stopped to rest she closed her eyes to read the energies here, and she's still at it.



Merlin's log wrote:
Gala Expedition, Day 4
The Beasts are corrupted

It's not just the plants. There's something wrong with animals down here, too. Very wrong.

I don't expect to recognize many cave animals, or any of them, really. But when neither Euclase, who spent most of her life in caves, or Chroma, who grew up in the Icefields, don't know what to make of them, I begin to worry. No, we met monsters today.

I'm okay with wildlife that is as strong as I am, even if they want to eat me. I can understand phytocats and rocs and their like, and I can fight them. I was not much use against these things of tentacles and sludge. Could the dust be involved? There seems to be more of it down here, and I really hope it won't change us in the same way.

I suppose I should elaborate on the rest of our day, in case the information proves useful. The tunnels here are highly regular, with doorways that were clearly built on purpose, but are too small to let Chroma through. Euclase thinks they may have been made by some sort of subterranean beastclan, but I'm still skeptical that anyone would want to take up a permanent residency here.

Merlin's log wrote:
Gala Expedition, Day 5
Hall of Mirrors

I am done with caves.

Once this business is over, I'm sticking to the surface and never, ever looking back.

I think we found the heart of our dust situation. Nestled in the center of a cavern bedecked with a jagged maze of crystals of in an unassuming hole in the ground. This hole houses the monarch of monsters, a devourer of dust whom all the other serve. And it's eating eggs. Eggs. Nearly two fifths of my clan came from unhatched eggs. I can only imagine the clansmen I will never meet.

Chroma is pretty riled up. She probably would have lunged the thing immediately if we hadn't insisted she waited. Euclase won't answer any direct questions.
I'm scared.

Merlin's log wrote:
Gala Expedition, Day 6
It lies in wait

We couldn't do it. We couldn't fight it.

I would have done everything were we in the fresh air, but the cold stone here leaches the courage from my bones. I belong in the wind.

Even Chroma gave in. Perhaps she understands that we'd never succeed. Perhaps she decided protecting the clanmates she had in the now was more important than those that could be.

Either way, we ran.

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Day 7 - Heart of the Beast We, Ftemtem, awoke to the light pattering of footsteps and the gentle dripping of goo sliding off the walls and ceilings of the chamber. The smaller mutant creatures cautiously watched us from the shadows and passages, but it soon became clear that they would not risk coming too close. They saw what we had done to the largest of them, and were afraid, although we did not feel as intimidating as we looked considering the aching bruises and scratches we sustained in the fight. We brushed the goo and muck off of our scales and set to work picking through the remains, hoping that perhaps we could find something worth saving. The force of the monster-explosion did a great deal of damage to many of the creatures and items within the nest, killing some small innocent creatures and destroying some ancient treasures. But despite this, our work was met with success, as we were still able to free a number of animals and beastclans, and even found a few armfuls of treasure. Now carrying as much as we could, we began our trek back up to the surface. When we finally returned to the clan, showing them all that we had discovered and telling them all of the things that we had done, they hailed us as heroes and praised us for a job well done. Our mission was a success, and we were proud. [img]http://www1.flightrising.com/static/cms/trinket/787.png[/img][img]http://www1.flightrising.com/static/cms/trinket/11964.png[/img][img]http://www1.flightrising.com/static/cms/trinket/19317.png[/img] HUZZAH! Smiling and in a jovial mood, Ftemtem returned to his room and was soon joined by Ghost and Hermaeus, who seemed to be well aware of the monster the group had encountered. Together the three of them quickly recorded everything that had been experienced and Ftemtem returned to his mysterious work. As to the other members of the party.......
Day 7 - Heart of the Beast

We, Ftemtem, awoke to the light pattering of footsteps and the gentle dripping of goo sliding off the walls and ceilings of the chamber. The smaller mutant creatures cautiously watched us from the shadows and passages, but it soon became clear that they would not risk coming too close. They saw what we had done to the largest of them, and were afraid, although we did not feel as intimidating as we looked considering the aching bruises and scratches we sustained in the fight.

We brushed the goo and muck off of our scales and set to work picking through the remains, hoping that perhaps we could find something worth saving. The force of the monster-explosion did a great deal of damage to many of the creatures and items within the nest, killing some small innocent creatures and destroying some ancient treasures. But despite this, our work was met with success, as we were still able to free a number of animals and beastclans, and even found a few armfuls of treasure. Now carrying as much as we could, we began our trek back up to the surface.

When we finally returned to the clan, showing them all that we had discovered and telling them all of the things that we had done, they hailed us as heroes and praised us for a job well done. Our mission was a success, and we were proud.

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HUZZAH!

Smiling and in a jovial mood, Ftemtem returned to his room and was soon joined by Ghost and Hermaeus, who seemed to be well aware of the monster the group had encountered. Together the three of them quickly recorded everything that had been experienced and Ftemtem returned to his mysterious work. As to the other members of the party.......
DAY 7 - RESCUED


My dragons got rescued by the rest of the clan that came by and kicked monster butt. Everyone else took all the good loot and they got stuck with some nice carcasses.




THE END. :D
DAY 7 - RESCUED


My dragons got rescued by the rest of the clan that came by and kicked monster butt. Everyone else took all the good loot and they got stuck with some nice carcasses.




THE END. :D
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