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Loot
As is the rule of the wastes, the weak and the dead feeds new life, the most resilient snaking their way from bloodstained earth. Iblis noted a strange piece of flora, writhing and glowing, its roots sapping nutrients from the ground. It was a curious specimen, blinking, staring, attempting to absorb all the information of the diverse world around it. It seemed curious, confused yet intrigued by the sights and colours it saw.
Iblis recalled an old tradition of the plaguelands; these many-eyed plants were symbols of resilience and persistence, the strength to grow from failure. Some superstitious dragons collected them, planting them at the time of the Plaguebringer’s triumph, to usher in another year of continual survival and success. She carefully scooped a bundle of the fungi, their eyes swivelling around to take in their new perspective. Perhaps she could acquire some exotic goods in trade.
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Lundlaeva (Your boy looks really cool!) Re:
NPC
Iblis hackles were raised, anticipating an attack from the stranger. She gazed warily at the bones adorning his wings. A mercenary? Someone who changed their mind about pursuing her? His scent was distinctly of the plaguelands, the most festering wounds, the most virulent diseases. If she didn’t know better, she would have thought he was the land itself, given form.
He gave his crooked, unnerving smile, before slipping away, bearer of a warning of the wastes. The Gaoler, still on guard, watched for a moment longer, before relaxing. Maybe he was just a well-meaning wanderer. A rustle caused her to snap around, seeing a purple-feathered vulture looking back. Its head was tilted curiously, sizing up his new friend. Iblis gently pet its head, and pointed towards the South, to the Windswept Plateau. The bony vulture seemed to understand, flapping on its ragged wings onwards. The winds would guide him to the Guild. Watching the familiar flap away was strangely comforting; even after everything, she would still have friends to go back to.
However, there was still a task at hand. To guard her friends, she would still have to seek the beast. The Gaoler nodded, and continued on the ruined path.