[center][colour=Red][h3]Kirron[/h3][/colour][/center]

Long, smooth oarstrokes took Kirron through Fengshui Fuyou most rapidly. The place was oddly quiet. Kirron admitted to himself the lapping of the water was a nice change of pace. No wonder Shengshi was real soft if this was his home. At least the mud worms were tasty.

All errant thoughts, of course. Kirron was here for a greater reason than exploration. His narrowed eyes and severe face showed as much.

He muttered under his breath. [colour=Red][b]"Almost there..."[/b][/colour]

Sure enough, through the low layer of mist a grey shape appeared. Jutting out of the water and stretching up to Kirron's right in a great, growing limb laying halfway rested in the rivers system, falling with softly spraying waterfalls. A finger of raised land leading up to the heights of the world spring. But it was toward the end of this finger that Kirron steered his beverage-laden vessel.

The prow pointed to a sunken cave opening. Kirron slowed down only enough to prevent the hull splintering against the rocks, letting his boat drift silently into the darkness. He sniffed at the air and hummed a low, gravely note that reverberated from the stony walls.

The cave itself held just enough water to float on, but its walls and ceilings were hardly accommodating. Kirron had to lay flat to squeeze under some passages, and even had to dive under the water and drag the boat and his booze along with him in other places. The winding halls branched often into short dead-ends, loops, or passages to some other unknown abysses, but Kirron never strayed, following his nose as he did.

Finally, after an uncounted amount of times where Kirron or his boat almost got stuck, he saw light around a corner. A breeze rushed by him front-on. It had the strongest smell yet. Carefully, he rowed. Faint dripping echoed. His boat cruised into the light, Kirron leaning forward to frown at what he saw -- a vast natural cavern with more than enough water to moor.

Not water. Blood.

Kirron looked up. The cavern's ceiling was crumbled away in places, showing a bright morning light streaming in. He looked down. The blood pooling here was a mix of familiar and unfamiliar. He looked across. Rivulets of blood seeped from the cavern walls and dripped from stalactites above. All fed the pool he floated on.

Kirron slumped back, lips parted, and sighed. [colour=Red][b]"So this is it."[/b][/colour] He thought out loud. [colour=Red][b]"This is why you put me here."[/b][/colour]

An odd fatigue overtook Kirron's body. He let his eyes drift shut and sat listening to the pit-pit-pat-dripping of the blood.

He lifted his upper lip in disgust. [colour=Red][b]"What, is this the time for moping? You've got more you can do."[/b][/colour] He opened his eyes and leant back on his wine barrels, weaving his fingers together behind his head.

A small tweak let his liver release the special ingredient saved up from Shengshi's drinks.

[colour=Red][b]"Heh..."[/b][/colour] He quirked a grin. [colour=Red][b]"Heh...heheh. Heheheh..."[/b][/colour] His belly pulsed with every laugh. [colour=Red][b]"HehehehahahaHAHAHAHAHAHA!"[/b][/colour] He drew in a great breath and bellowed out into the echoing chamber. [colour=Red][b]"HAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Is that all that has been spilled so far!?! This place will hardly be large enough!"[/b][/colour]

Kirron continued his nigh-uncontrolled laughter for long enough to row to the edge of the pool, step off, and, with braced feet and a great breath in, slam his fist into the stone. Cracks formed to frame the bellowed-out earth as a section of wall crumbled. Kirron laughed again and threw his other fist forward. Onward he dug for as much blood as Galbar would require.

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Kirron travels through Fengshui Fuyou's natural connection to the single cavern that is the raw Horizon Grotto. It's relatively easy to get to because there's not nearly as much blood being spilt right now, so it ain't exactly gushing the stuff. Still, it's a winding, branching cave that is conventionally dangerous as flooded caves go.

Kirron beholds the grotto and shows mixed feelings on the matter. He decides not to dwell on it and instead allow himself to get under the influence of Shengshi's booze. (Blood borne toxins are not too bad for him to deal with, as it turns out).

In his drunken stupor, Kirron quickly realises that the grotto is not nearly big enough. With a seemingly endless peal of drunk (gallows?) laughter, he punches the walls to bring the grotto to the appropriate size.
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[hider=Might Summary]
[i]Before:[/i] Kirron - Blood - 10 MP - 20 FP

-8 FP: Shaping Horizon Grotto to its appropriate size.

-5 MP: Acquiring the Strength portfolio. (Unlocked with 10 FP from the [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/4840993]20 FP continent raised in turn 1[/url])

[i]After:[/i] Kirron - Blood, Strength - 5 MP - 12 FP
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