“Not now, when we make camp.” Vinazu said. “I just wanted to tell you before I forget.” He chuckles. “I can be pretty forgetful at times, why else would I need to jot down all my invention ideas?”
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Mokuzai quietly listens to the yelling leaning on a tree nearby because he decided to get plugged into the rp
Atlas could hear Tekan yelling, but payed no attention to it.
Nuuma watched him go, obviously concerned about Tekan’s well being, before going back to the main group himself.
“Oh. That makes more sense; no reason in stopping right after we started.”
As he left he saw Tekan staring around in an… odd manner, before looking down at an object in his hand. He quickly turned and stalked off, heading deeper into the crevasses, a dangerous feeling emanating from him.
Geet was lying against a rock, quietly thinking of why he left to go on this adventure. Thinking about his home, he silently weeps.
Nuuma debated following, unconsciously starting to follow as he thought.
As he did they headed deeper and deeper into the crevasses, the area darkening greatly, enough light visible just to provide a sight of the ground and the silhouette of Tekan who pulled out a light stone, the light flaring across what appeared to be a long forgotten temple of sorts, the walls, entrances and carvings all chipped and worn, the entrance visible but no door in sight.
Tekan quickly walked up to it, looking at the carvings before tapping his claws across the carvings with the ease of one who had done it hundreds of times before.
As he finished a rumbling was felt, the carvings lighting up with an odd glow as the entrance way shifted, splitting apart as a door opened, Tekan stalking in as it finished, a dim glow visible within.
Nuuma quickly and silently followed in before the doors closed.
Izin looked around. “Where are Nuuma and Tekan?” He asked.
“No idea.” Atlas replies.
Ooc- what have i missed in the last 83 posts?
OOC: Tekan got A N G E R Y
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As he entered he tripped upon something, as he looked down he realized it was a dead Okotan, as he looked around he realized the round was covered in them, some crushed below fallen stones as others lay upon the ground, all of varying ages, many with gaping wounds visible through their chests while others had spears or other weapons still buried within them.
All were long dead, most likely long before Makuta’s attack, their bodies decayed to the point only empty husks of armour remained, each rusted to the point their colors were nigh recognizable.
Whatever had happened here was not a fight but a massacre.
Up ahead Tekan stalked forward, seemingly uncaring but for his walk purposely avoiding the bodies so as to not disturb them.
Nuuma’s curiosity beat out his disturb, and he kept following Tekan.
Echo had looked at tekan in disgust as he walked off. Being raised in a cult, while it was bad, was not a reason to behave like that.
God, how edgy can this guy get
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Geet get’s up and watches them from a distant, never leaving a twenty meter mark distance between them.
As he continued he started to notice… oddities, many of the Okotans were carrying what looked like mask making tools, quite a few of the rooms even containing forges or unfinished masks and metal yet the carvings had an odd sense of… familiarity, history wise, but their designs were off, just enough that he couldn’t recall what it was.
It wasn’t until they entered the main room that it finally hit him with what was recognizable.
There was a massive carving of Ekimu’s mask in the center of the room, the room itself appeared to be a hub to other sections of the temple. None of this was what was recognizable, it was the Okotans in the room, centered around the statue was a crowd of dead Okotans, seemingly having been protecting it, each wearing matching, custom made masks.
The masks of the Onyx-eyed.
An ancient cult know for attacking entire villages, looting them of their supplies and leaving hundreds of dead in their progression, each stripped of their armors and masks.
As he thought upon it, Tekan paused in front of the group, a growl heard before he slammed a foot down upon of them, crushing its head into shards and flakes of rust.
What didn’t make sense though was the majority of the Okotans, none of them wore the masks yet they were all obviously from this temple, not even the carvings matched up, looking like modified versions of the Onyx-eyed own ones.
He did remember a rumor that there had been a discovery of a side cult attached to their own, purposed around creating masks, and just as evil, yet the evidence around showed otherwise, quite a few of the dead around this room dead by the Onyx-eyed own hands, weapons still lodged in multiple and vice-versa.
Nuuma kept silently watching, somewhat regretting his decision.
As they continued on Nuuma realized Tekan seemed to be continuously drooping, hunching over the more dead they passed, a feeling of melancholy emanating from him as he neared a wall, covered in similar carvings to the outside, carvings which he quickly tapped, opening another hidden room.