Four days had elapsed since the fall of the Broodmother. Since a reunion most unexpected. Since his world had changed, and perhaps not fully for the better.
Still, it had been four days since he felt like himself again, and Cain was ready to start working again. Beyond whatever the factions offered up, there remained plenty of work to do to make Camp Nislus a comfortable place to inhabit, especially when it looked to be quite literally at the forefront of Astorea’s activities. Was the reclamation of Yladia at hand? What of further ventures into the ancient ruins that the Explorer’s League had uncovered? No matter what, a base camp was the backbone of a raid, and with his work as a healer completed at this point…well, Cain was feeling just a little bit antsy.
He was looking for something to fight, something to distract him from the humidity that he still hadn’t truly gotten himself accustomed to, and amongst the bounties that the Adventurer Guild had pinned to the bulletin board, the most dangerous one called for him, that of a crocodile composed of slime, made gargantuan by the consumption of its brethren. A true behemoth of the swamp, this king amongst its kind stalked a peat bog from which the very edges of a magitech ruin could be seen, perhaps a ruin that was even perfectly preserved by the peat that had so wholly enveloped it.
Certainly, if there was knowledge to be plundered, that would be where the plunder began, and so, Cain reached to take it…right as another hand raised up as well, just barely grazing the bottom of the bounty.
Ah. Lady N, on the tips of her toes.
“Allow me,” the Flagbearer said, tearing it off. “I suppose, with your own desire for advancements, that such a bounty would be of interest to you, Ace of Steel Wings?”
Still, it had been four days since he felt like himself again, and Cain was ready to start working again. Beyond whatever the factions offered up, there remained plenty of work to do to make Camp Nislus a comfortable place to inhabit, especially when it looked to be quite literally at the forefront of Astorea’s activities. Was the reclamation of Yladia at hand? What of further ventures into the ancient ruins that the Explorer’s League had uncovered? No matter what, a base camp was the backbone of a raid, and with his work as a healer completed at this point…well, Cain was feeling just a little bit antsy.
He was looking for something to fight, something to distract him from the humidity that he still hadn’t truly gotten himself accustomed to, and amongst the bounties that the Adventurer Guild had pinned to the bulletin board, the most dangerous one called for him, that of a crocodile composed of slime, made gargantuan by the consumption of its brethren. A true behemoth of the swamp, this king amongst its kind stalked a peat bog from which the very edges of a magitech ruin could be seen, perhaps a ruin that was even perfectly preserved by the peat that had so wholly enveloped it.
Certainly, if there was knowledge to be plundered, that would be where the plunder began, and so, Cain reached to take it…right as another hand raised up as well, just barely grazing the bottom of the bounty.
Ah. Lady N, on the tips of her toes.
“Allow me,” the Flagbearer said, tearing it off. “I suppose, with your own desire for advancements, that such a bounty would be of interest to you, Ace of Steel Wings?”



