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Character of the Season
Once known as the Butcher of Whitebrim, he's now The Butcher of Dygra, stepping forward as the first created demigod of the Ancients. There is no question that Astaroth casts an intimidating silhouette. Tall, domineering and dangerous, if looks could kill you'd be dead already, but to get up close and personal with the Grounds' resident cannibal tells a much different story. Dripping with charm and clad in only the finest attire, Asta is a gentleman monster, as polite as they come and committed to his role as security for the Dusklight and those who have earned his loyalty. Be careful of that smile, though - those teeth are sharp.
Congratulations, Asta!
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I will never be too afraid to bleed, giving all of me
"It's gonna have to be," Kaisel calls back with a certainty that is merely lifted up by the overwhelming desire not to fail. In the grand scheme of things, they could get other plants, and this could go down as nothing more than a recon mission rather than a failed retrieval, if only to sleep better at night. It certainly wouldn't be worth getting swallowed up by a maze, which he isn't sure is what will happen, but the quivering hedges certainly seem like teeth the longer he looks at them. "Pretty sure we're wearing our welcome out!" Not that they'd been all that welcome to begin with.
The wet slop and suction of the mire beneath them flicks itself up off their stretching feet and freckles everything around in the sludge. Kaisel's back is coated in a brown pattern now, and they're certainly going to keep the smell of the soupy path with them long after they've left it. Alert for any other dangers, or opportunities, Kaisel darts the moment Zavien shouts about the opening. He pivots quickly, dashing through the space, and stumbling out and into a new pathway. He doesn't for a second think this one is safe, but he whirls around, searching for the herb, hopeful they've made it to the center. "Here?!"
Kaisel
I'll be more than just a fable, I'll be written in the stars
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
"I couldn't agree more!" It's unclear whether the hedges are getting closer or whether it's just Zavien's eyes playing tricks on him, but he really doesn't want to find out. Plants might not be able to speak, but this network of spiky leaves are practically screaming at them to get out like some horror film. He half expects one of them to vanish beneath the water when the other isn't looking.
Kai talks enough to reassure him the man hasn't been eaten by the maze (yet), but he spares a glance just to be sure, and once he sees the mud-splattered face, Zavien nods to the opening Sol has been nagging them about. "Here!" At least he thinks so...
He trusts Sol, but when he steps through and his eyes scan, he's finding it very hard to spot anything other than muddy water and soppy plants. "Where is it?" he mutters, spinning around in a systematic sweep of the clearing. His sword casts an eerie glow that lengthens shadows into threats, only urging him to move faster.
Finally, a few golden leaves peak from beneath the water in the middle, only visible between the ripples of their movements. "Come on!" Zavien wades through the water to grab at the plant, snapping off pieces to hand Kai while he prays that nothing takes this as an opportunity to lunge.
I will never be too afraid to bleed, giving all of me
Zavien spots it before he does, and Kaisel whirls as he seems to cry out with a newer sense of accomplishment, the herb triumphantly in his grip. His gaze lights up, a bit of a giddy laugh bubbling up as he takes the half-handful and stuffs it into his backpack. Fed by adrenaline and the ever pressing sense of being ejected by this labyrinth, or digested, at least making it to the center and claiming the prize is enough to give him a runner's high. "We did it!" A celebratory palm slaps at Zavien's shoulder, a wet and muddy clap.
The hedges are definitely twisting and crawling though, and the space they had come through has shrunk. "Well, it's been fun," he salutes to the maze. "But we really gotta go now!" He points towards a new opening and directs Zavien there as he races for it too, praying the plants aren't sentient enough to trick them into a deadly trap of false hope. "Last one out buys the other a beer!"
Kaisel
I'll be more than just a fable, I'll be written in the stars
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
Golden leaves exchange hands, Sol staying ever on the alert as they gather the herb into their bags. He sure hopes it's worth the trouble, but for now, he's just happy they've got what they came for. His face breaks into a smile that he shares with Kai, chuckling when the muddy hand slaps against his soaking jacket. He's going to need to hose down before their trip home - maybe twice - and he definitely needs a new pair of boots.
Satisfied with their success and more than a little nervous that the hedges are biding their time, Zavien adjusts his sword in his grasp, holding it up to the maze around them with a placating smile. "Don't mind us! We'll be on our way!" But just in case that's not enough to settle the trembling hatred, he sprints after Kai, his eyes glued to their golden guide to find the way back out rather than find some watery grave. It helps to be motivated by beer, and Zavien sloshes a bit faster to escape this wet hellhole. "You're on!'
