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Crossing The Rubeh-Con, Gaval's Symphony Of Shadows
Gaval watches the trio head into the hillside through the strange opening and is torn. Part of him demands he goes with them. The other part listens to the whispered mutterings of the older famle voice in his head. the one he assumes is his instructor from a past he can't remember.
'Boy.. you know better. Should your misson need it then a diversion is what must happen. Even to sacrificing yourself. The mission is all.' , the voice natters at him. The remembered words triggered by the actions about him and repeating like a matra until he grunts to himself from his spot near the jungles edge and slinks off to make a diversion. They aren't looking inwards if the 'foe' is outside the gate.
The humidity of this strange jungle, sopping as most of it is, finds some relief in how the sun is making its descent. It's a little funny how the trio skulks up ahead, fully visible from Gaval's vantage, despite how they hunch and tiptoe about. Their attempts at stealth are about as skilled as ants crawling up a mound of mashed potatoes. They certainly managed to luck out in getting to higher ground. The circumference of the hill has more movement. Natural clefts and extrusions of rock create a barrier between groups of the natives of this twisted shadow. Some are even calmly walking from other parts of the jungle that are still dry. Far off to the left is a female dragging the prone form of another. It will take some time before they reach the alcoves in the hill. Being only one, she's the uncomfortable burden of hauling what looks like dead weight, which is larger than herself.
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Gaval watches the trio head into the hillside through the strange opening and is torn. Part of him demands he goes with them. The other part listens to the whispered mutterings of the older famle voice in his head. the one he assumes is his instructor from a past he can't remember.
'Boy.. you know better. Should your misson need it then a diversion is what must happen. Even to sacrificing yourself. The mission is all.' , the voice natters at him. The remembered words triggered by the actions about him and repeating like a matra until he grunts to himself from his spot near the jungles edge and slinks off to make a diversion. They aren't looking inwards if the 'foe' is outside the gate.
The humidity of this strange jungle, sopping as most of it is, finds some relief in how the sun is making its descent. It's a little funny how the trio skulks up ahead, fully visible from Gaval's vantage, despite how they hunch and tiptoe about. Their attempts at stealth are about as skilled as ants crawling up a mound of mashed potatoes. They certainly managed to luck out in getting to higher ground. The circumference of the hill has more movement. Natural clefts and extrusions of rock create a barrier between groups of the natives of this twisted shadow. Some are even calmly walking from other parts of the jungle that are still dry. Far off to the left is a female dragging the prone form of another. It will take some time before they reach the alcoves in the hill. Being only one, she's the uncomfortable burden of hauling what looks like dead weight, which is larger than herself.
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