CollectorOfMyst

Ban the Person above you

Banned, Peasant.

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>Moves to C3 and Scavenges for Dynamite, keeping an eye on the prospector all the while.

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@shylarah Well those are just plain annoying.

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@shylarah I am impressed.

But

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@shylarah Yah, I know - but the website thought I was a bot.

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@shylarah You forgot to put on the end tag.

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@shylarah Well, from my understanding, there's more than one Omestrian ruin, and he's definitely been to one of them. Iddin-Mar specifically? No.

As for why he invited Ziotea... well, I actually think he's trying to give her a little of what Mother Indira gave him. Obviously, he doesn't have years to pass it all on, so he's trying to convey it with a sight and a few choice words. He probably extended the invite to Viveca as well, but she's doing her own thing.

I do have a few plans I want to fit in. A hollow feeling inside of Oren, from seeing all of what was lost. And basically a repeat of what Mother Indira said to him and Viveca - "Deep within you, there is a flame. Never allow it to go out."

The Last Embers (Dark Steampunk/Fantasy)

@shylarah If it were bad, less people would be doing it, no? Hah, but your IC did catch me off guard - I had almost finished my own. Thankfully, little adjustment was required, and honestly? It works out better going after Ziotea.

_{I've begun shortening her name to 'Zio' in my head and honestly it's really hard not to write that every time I have to mention her.}

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"Everything in Magnagrad is stained. Even us."

Oren blinked at her words. He looked down at his hand, past the glove, as though contemplating dirt he hadn't known was there, wondering about its origin. He... had never truly thought about it like that. An opinion to keep in mind, perhaps. But only your mind - speak it in the presence of your superiors, colleagues, even subordinates... well, let's just say that a few more eyes would watch you after that. Eyes that could lock you away with just a blink.

But again, it could all be his paranoia. It was no secret that the city was not the best at keeping its streets clean.

Turning, he approached and watched as Seminov struggled to lift the hatch, but didn't offer his assistance. The soldier would probably just be scandalised by his attempt. He descended quickly, unwilling to spend time looking from afar when their purpose was to walk among them. However, the sight that met him... and the pungent mix of odours that assailed him when he entered the base... well, at least he tried to stop his nose from wrinkling.

Taking in their escort's youth, however, was a reminder, that most of the skilled soldiers had been sent to the Eastern Continent, leaving behind the untrained conscripts, the weakened old men, and the incompetent. That, combined with how remote the outpost was, meant that it was of little concern to the high officials, and subsequently, less maintenance would be performed. Oren found himself frowning at the thought. It was Seminov's crude comment that snapped him out of his thoughts. It was distasteful, to say the least. But at least he seemed less afraid of them.

Oren looked at the pair of sergeants. As Ziotea called out to them over her shoulder, he found himself agreeing with her. He looked back to the pair, before adding, "Since, strictly, we're not here to evaluate your upkeep of the outpost, I think we can all agree this encounter can be - forgotten, shall I say? But as Mother Ziotea says, you'd best reconsider how you'll spend your days out here. Not all are so forgiving."

He gave them a small smile, though empty, before following after Seminov and Ziotea.