the things we hold are always the first to go
He'd gotten that feeling again, in the labyrinth with Roana. That pull towards... something. Of course, at the time of his conversation with his fellow former captain, Ronin had not been in any position to explore. Not only that, but with the labyrinth's penchant for moving around at random, he felt he'd probably end up lost and dead if he tried to tease his way to the source of the feeling.
Luckily enough, however, Caido's starlord had a handy little trick up his sleeve to deal with the pesky hedges.
So it was not Ronin who strolled directly into the shrine - his astral projection did the job for him. Shimmering with starlight and unfazed by the way the hedges wanted to block him off, Ronin was able to walk through them rather than around them. In no time at all he found himself at the forgotten little shrine - naught but a circle of stones and a few burnt offerings.
Still, it was a shrine. So why, Ronin wondered, did it still feel so dead? That pull was gone, now that he had found the place, and in its place... nothing. Ronin wrinkled his nose, walking a slow perimeter around the shrine but saying nothing.
Luckily enough, however, Caido's starlord had a handy little trick up his sleeve to deal with the pesky hedges.
So it was not Ronin who strolled directly into the shrine - his astral projection did the job for him. Shimmering with starlight and unfazed by the way the hedges wanted to block him off, Ronin was able to walk through them rather than around them. In no time at all he found himself at the forgotten little shrine - naught but a circle of stones and a few burnt offerings.
Still, it was a shrine. So why, Ronin wondered, did it still feel so dead? That pull was gone, now that he had found the place, and in its place... nothing. Ronin wrinkled his nose, walking a slow perimeter around the shrine but saying nothing.
