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Raullaur	As part of the contract between The Lions' Pride and Great Forks, the merc band is taking a turn to provide joint security with Lookshy at the site of Antihelios. While the band looks feral, they are disciplined and steady...and causing a bit of concern among Lookshy's forces. Still, nothing is askance, and there aren't any /serious/ brawls between off-duty soldiers, and so Raullaur has started to make a descent into the installation, curious, to see what is there, after having gained clearance from the authorities at the main checkpoints
Tiziri	Speaking of feral... a spearwoman seems to be here too. Far too small and fragile looking at first glance to be part of anything military. Yet she holds her spear with a casual confidence that's hard to deny. Right now she's practically perching on a ruined pillar as Raullaur walks by her, spear almost like a yoke over her shoulders lazily. Her very smile and posture looks a little feral, almost avian in a weird way. "Welcome. See you're here too." She says down the Lionman.
Raullaur	Raullaur looks up. "For a while," he says with a slight grin. "And I have heard stories--who would not be intrigued? I have never seen First Age sites before...only from the beginning of the Second." His tail flicks lazily behind him.
Tiziri	"These sorts of places are interesting." Tiziri notes with a still feral grin and wide eyes. "I've been to a few sites in my time. Always worth seeing. They let you see wonders from a time before us. Things from our dreams." Oh, definitely some weight behind that. She is looking around, and on seeing no others in easy earshot she says. "There is very little like a city from the First Age. Mahalanka is a wonder. Great Forks is wonderful in many ways, vibrant, living. Buuuut..." A pause for effect. "Who knows what might yet be here too."
Raullaur	"Wonder, splendor. Melancholy. Power, perhaps...enough of it, and Lookshy and Great Forks come to blows here, and then as powers..." He shakes his head. "So if we find anything...truly strong, best to hide it and come back another time...just in case." He looks amused. "I have not heard of Mahalanka! Tell me more?"
Tiziri	"The Home of the Queen of Fangs." Tiziri responds to that, leaving the talk of conflict uncommented on. "A place where all sorts are welcome, and Beastfolk most of all. Though the Ape Folk are most lauded by far, given their ties to Her." She says. "Towers that reach to the sky. Libraries of knowledge from the First Age. A place of true wonders. A taste of the Ages Before, tantalizing and effervescent. Ever at the edge but not quite there. Yet still a vision to make you understand what it could be. What might be."
Raullaur	Raullaur shakes his head. "We passed by a being in the forests to the south, kept far away, trying to stay without of the claimed bounds. I do not know more, only that there was a sense of dread I have not felt otherwise..." He shakes his shaggy head. "Still, we were let past, though there were tales of beastfolk, mixed with wolf and goat."
Tiziri	Tiziri's eyes widen at that. Though she ends up nodding somberly. "The Chante-sa. The people of Ma-Ha-Suchi. Another ancient great. Once friend of my Shahan-ya, now bitter enemy." She says sadly. "Honestly, they might have welcomed you had you gotten closer. Or challenged you, a warrior of the past powerful and cunning. It may have ended badly for you, your people absorbed." she notes. "Or perhaps not. Obviously it didn't end badly."
Raullaur	Raullaur shrugs. "Perhaps. Perhaps not. All I know is that I had a foreboding, and our tribe went around. And so here I am." He pauses, then shakes his head, flicking his ears. "But enough of that. Shall we step inside? See what there is?"
Tiziri	Tiziri says, "For the best either way. My Shahan-ya would hate to see Him empowered." She grins. Her spear then seeming to spin along her neck and into her hand as she leaps down from her perch and starts forward. "I'm curious, for sure. Any writings, glyphs, all would be wonderful."
Raullaur	Writing? Glyphs?" Raul snorts. "Only recently started to learn to read," he says. "A lot of rigamarole, you no longer trust your memory...but if you cannot read, you must trust others to speak the words truthfully. A dilemma." He nods and starts to make his way through the tunnels.
Tiziri	Tiziri covers her mouth and giggles. "I can read 3 languages well, including the one we are most likely to see in here. The words are worth knowing." She grins. "Of course, things we might encounter are dangerous too." She shrugs a little bit, "Not that we are probably too worried about it. Especially this close to the surface."
Raullaur	"Anything worth worrying about close to the surface, likely others have already found--the easy way or the hard way." An amused snort as he walks further in, unafraid.
Tiziri	"Exactly." Tiziri says with another feral grin. "And the stuff worth having will be deeper in anyways. That's where things will go well." which she sounds quite fascinated by even in that short statement. "I doubt much could threaten us. Singularly, and especially together. Yet we can easily shift the odds more to our favor." She suddenly reaches to her hair and yanks out a strand before holding it towards her mouth and blowing on it. In a poof a second Tiziri appears. Identical in every way. "Follow me." The original says, beckoning towards herself, "Or rather, follow that me." A wide grin, and the doppleganger starts moving forward.
Raullaur	Raul nods, as the tunnel foes deeper, and until they start branching out into an antechamber with different tunnles heading out in different directions. "If you could find anything here...what would you wish for most?"
Tiziri	Tiziri gets a pensive look on her face at that as they start to walk down into the tunnels a dozen or so yards behind her doppleganger. "Hmm." She says, considering it. "Honestly? Anything. Especially things of interest. A tome of Sorcery might be amazing. Yet so would a Daiklaive or Direlance. Or a map of Creation." She giggles more and states, "So yeah, anything! the joy is the surprise. Like being a gift on your naming day as a child."
Raullaur	"For myself?" He ponders. "I have a daiklaive and armor already, and need them not. But...something to help me find a true home. Whether through riches or power. I would see my tribe prosper." A laugh. "Failing that, something to learn the arts of strategy so that I may lead my people and they will not fall needlessly.:
Tiziri	Tiziri nods, pausing a moment as her clone ahead of them starts to fidget with a door. "And therein is the mystery of a place like this." She states. "Who knows what may await us? For all we know it will be the last flower of a sort not seen by any eyes for generations. Or just as likely a vault holding a plague to rival the Great Contagion!" Why does she sound almost as excited about that as she did about the flower?
Raullaur	The door yields fairly easily, and there is a pair of staircases: one leading up to musty air--but shouldn't that be visible above ground?--and another spiralling down that seems fresher. "You seem a mongoose: curious, always running to find out!" The lion's eeys are bright. "But we will find what tehre is, and even if nothing, well...it is good to explore."
Tiziri	Tiziri hmms at the stairs, and seems to concentrate a moment and direct the clone to start gonig up. It seems more interesting! "Aye. Just never without being careful. But I don't care what we find, as I said. All I care is I find something. I see something I haven't. I have the experience. That's the joy here. Ideally I learn something in the process."