Mount High Noon, special chamber
Without much effort, Mafuta managed to convince his children and wives to leave their abode. Of course, with such loyal family whose names are numbered? Starting with pinates pocos chicos uno a diaz, going on to poca gorda bocada chicas once a diecineuve, than joven bocados viente a treinta, along with his wives vieja pero dulce mujheres uno a seis. Finally there is Mufata himself, gordo bocado ocho. (However, Mafuta tends to be the name he sees himself as having, which incidentally means oil). Quickly Mufata found out that convincing his single dimensional children and nondescript wives whose personalities Mafuta viewed as different, despite thinking incredibly similar and acting homogeneously based on Mafuta's own behavior, to be the easy part.
Pushing open a door normally shut, using help from his bocado jovens, managed to break open the wooden door that stood as a barrier to the outside world. Yet the stone embossed door way Mafuta and his wives, than children walked through turned out to not lead to anywhere green. Instead, the outside world proved to be dank, dark and disorienting with their uneven, stepped stones. Little light shined down the dark, cavernous tunnel. The darkness didn't dissuade Mafuta, instead made Mafuta want to wander further into the darkness, oblivious to what could be beyond the veil.
Dark Cave Tunnels
A couple of his kids cried, but Mafuta told them to quiet, the children complying on hearing their father's word. He is the rooster of the flock, and so it is that Mafuta pushed onward, despite not seeing anything at all in the dark corridors. With the absence of sight, and the smell of ash only touch and sound found use by Mufata, his six wives and thirty children. The light from his little home faded away, and the whole family from the tiniest chico to the biggest muhjere found themselves shrouded in darkness, relying on feeling their way through the dark corridor.
"We no go back fat morsel man?" Vieja Pera Dulce Muhjere Cinco asks her husband.
"No." He states, as he felt his way forwards, the walls claustrophobic in size, increasingly so.
"I want to go back home now!" a Joven shouts.
"No." Mufata tells the Joven, feeling his way forwards stubbornly. As far as he concerned himself, the only way at this point is onward- surely there must be a light at the end of this dank, rocky and smelly corridor!
The rocky floor hurt the feet, but not incredibly so. The rocks did make their mark on the bottom of the bare feet everyone had. Why, the only clothing everyone in Mufata’s family wearing being cloth tunics that are worn pretty much since birth, handing down the smaller tunics to the little children while the adults had the big ones. Some of the tunics obviously are undersized, others oversized and all universally dirty. The dank corridor started to get colder.
“It. It cold. Can we please go back mafuta?” One of the boys asked.
“No.” Mafuta, again, replied to his family. Too determined Mafuta found himself, as well he didn’t even believe he could go back at this point. Five minutes of walking down the corridor and in darkness for most of that time made him lose his sense of where his home even was. However, Mafuta continued to believe he would find light again.
The ground started to rumble and shake, tiny rocks fell from the ceilings on a couple of the kids bruising arms and shoulders.
“I wanna go home!” a couple kids cried.
“NO!” Mafuta shouted. “We never will go ba-“
Suddenly, a massive hand ripped through the ceiling of the corridors, a hand five times bigger than a human. Light flared up, overwhelming the family as six of the kids suddenly got crushed by the back of the corridor collapsing in, the tunnel in front of Mafuta caving in.
Suddenly coming into view as the corridor begun falling apart, a massive eye, 2 feet in radius looked down upon the family. Everyone found themselves stunned in shock at it. Mafuta the instant he saw the beast nearly fainted, several members of his own family fainted and one of his wives having a heart attack, mercifully dying before the monster begun to even speak.
Massive the beast’s lair- carved out in ancient times by civilizations lost to history, glowing from the starry ceiling full of massive glowworms that could entrap a human and the luminous pools of water.
Serene beauty it proved to be. Mafuta saw something truly spectacular. Not green, but cobalt and stony, the glowing environments however paled away as the massive monster came more into view. Mafuta’s jaw dropped, his eyes completely fixated in the conflict of shock, awe and dread.
Since he knew the second the monster came into view that he minus well be dead. Pale in horror, Mafuta begun to worry about his family, the only people he knew from birth crying to them “I should have listened!” repeatedly and inanely, “I should have Listened!”
“My advisers told you that by leaving you threatened your whole family.” Bellowed the beast, his voice echoing throughout his lair, the ground rumbling at its very speech. It is the landlord of Mediodia, better known as the beast of Mediodia.