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Timestamp: Summer 33rd, 513 AV
Sinvala stared down into that darkness beneath her cavernous home as though trying to pierce that perfect darkness brought on by both the distance from her and the sheer depth of the gorge. She was wrestling with herself, her convictions, and her morals and sense of self preservation. She knew the rumours of the darkness and the stirrings of great beasts and insects that never saw the light of day or even the illumination of opalgloam light.
A practitioner of macabre magic, Sinvala had often ventured to unfamiliar territory above the only city she had ever known for the medium of her grossly morbid craft. Animal bones were her only findings during those ventures, and animal bones were hardly the best tools to work with when she wanted to carve a permanent circle into them. Sinvala didn't know if she could reach down into the pool of carcasses below her home and turn the remains into something else with her craft but she wasn't above trying.
With a heavy sigh, the woman made her way from the strand leading to her house into her actual house, crawling on all fours to take advantage of the Symenestra's natural ability to cling to surfaces before she made it in doors, in which she stood up and began to rummage around for the things she might need for a sojourn into those unknown regions beneath her home.
While she was one to discount the rumours of giants that ate the bones of the surrogates, Sinvala wasn't foolish enough to leave her lash at home when she might need it to fight off the blind insects she suspected were likely larger than usual due to their lifestyle down below. She slid on her thin cover of armour and coiled the lash around her body, from shoulder to waist, due to lacking a belt she could actually tie it to. She placed on her knapsack after that which carried her few food rations, eating utensil, and carving knife for when she found remains she could use and attempt to carve circles into the bones.
Once packed, she hesitated as the distinct feeling of anticipation swelled and broke into a great sense of doubt. She knew she was going to do something dangerous and might die, become lost, or grow mad as others had done before her.
Her resolve beat down her doubts, though, and Sinvala inhaled deeply as her fangs throbbed with hunger for the adventure she would soon embark upon.
OOCDoes this look adequate to you, Poison?![Smile :)](./images/smilies/smile.gif)
Sinvala stared down into that darkness beneath her cavernous home as though trying to pierce that perfect darkness brought on by both the distance from her and the sheer depth of the gorge. She was wrestling with herself, her convictions, and her morals and sense of self preservation. She knew the rumours of the darkness and the stirrings of great beasts and insects that never saw the light of day or even the illumination of opalgloam light.
A practitioner of macabre magic, Sinvala had often ventured to unfamiliar territory above the only city she had ever known for the medium of her grossly morbid craft. Animal bones were her only findings during those ventures, and animal bones were hardly the best tools to work with when she wanted to carve a permanent circle into them. Sinvala didn't know if she could reach down into the pool of carcasses below her home and turn the remains into something else with her craft but she wasn't above trying.
With a heavy sigh, the woman made her way from the strand leading to her house into her actual house, crawling on all fours to take advantage of the Symenestra's natural ability to cling to surfaces before she made it in doors, in which she stood up and began to rummage around for the things she might need for a sojourn into those unknown regions beneath her home.
While she was one to discount the rumours of giants that ate the bones of the surrogates, Sinvala wasn't foolish enough to leave her lash at home when she might need it to fight off the blind insects she suspected were likely larger than usual due to their lifestyle down below. She slid on her thin cover of armour and coiled the lash around her body, from shoulder to waist, due to lacking a belt she could actually tie it to. She placed on her knapsack after that which carried her few food rations, eating utensil, and carving knife for when she found remains she could use and attempt to carve circles into the bones.
Once packed, she hesitated as the distinct feeling of anticipation swelled and broke into a great sense of doubt. She knew she was going to do something dangerous and might die, become lost, or grow mad as others had done before her.
Her resolve beat down her doubts, though, and Sinvala inhaled deeply as her fangs throbbed with hunger for the adventure she would soon embark upon.
OOCDoes this look adequate to you, Poison?
![Smile :)](./images/smilies/smile.gif)