The advice she'd been given included getting out and beyond the starting realm of Falderen; a place where Starcalled had been less than welcomed as of late. She'd been reluctant at first - Falderen had seemed immense and filled with places to explore at first. Her reluctance, however, had worn off quickly when she'd learnt that it might be safer to move into other areas of the world.

No idea what the previous players did to this world, but wow are they unwelcoming...
Kyra had a little bit of an idea of what had occurred in the past of TerraSphere; both recent and more distant. That said, while she had heard pieces of tales, she'd never actually stopped to hear the entirety of it all - her surroundings and events always pressing her onwards and forwards.

And now here I am...pushing through a jungle in search of something that I've, once again, never really heard of or seen. This is becoming a bad habit.
She'd left behind Astorea after learning that the lands within the Tangleweaves - especially near Isulus itself - had once contained a vault wherein power of nature could be obtained. Kyra had little doubt that the rumours themselves were bolstered and oversold - even her nature based spellweaving gave control over flora and fauna to a degree - but she couldn't resist the desire to look into the possibility of an unknown, undiscovered location.

Ruby would be so jealous if she knew about this...
She cocked her head to the side, suddenly deciding it was probably safer not to tell Ruby about this, so long as she could get away with doing so. The last thing she wanted was to make the girl worry needlessly.

Besides, it's not like I'm going to walk into any real danger. All of the rumours said that the vault was unguarded, so long as one could find it.
She'd taken time before heading out, following every lead she could find about the entire area. She'd even gone so far as to settle into an old library for an entire day, pouring over book after book in search of any answers. She'd found some, at least. Enough to give her a direction to where she'd need to be, and a possible marker that would be important.
Her hand patted the pocket of the jacket that had stored the piece of parchment that had the inscribed symbol on it, the details of which she'd only trusted to her mind. An insurance policy, if it could be called that. Although, from what she'd heard, no others had taken an interest in the Lost Vault as she'd come to call it. Whether it was too insignificant, or too out of the way, she couldn't quite tell - but from all those she'd asked, she'd been the only one they'd admit to having seen take any interest in the rumours.
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