The caves are where it all started. They allowed the first wandering wolves access to the land of Blossom Forest, and afterward housed the monster that had threatened the earliest of inhabitants. The heroes had slain it, yes, but in doing so had also closed off one of the pathways in the caverns, magic blocking one of the many exits to Blossom Forest. But over the years, the original spell has weakened and now the way is clear. What will not only crawl out of the caverns, but erupt from it? The caves now thrum with the ever growing magic wellspring as it spreads out into the land. It is from here that the first vampire of Blossom Forest was corrupted, and it is here that any subsequent vampire will be born. To traverse its paths is dangerous - there is an almost impenetrable darkness, and in that abyss lays many secrets - hidden holes one could fall through, weakened floors, and then of course there is the labyrinthe itself. No one knows what the deeper levels hold - no one has traveled them and survived to tell tales. Not even those who call this place home dares to test their luck by going in deep, deep, deeper. The magic exuding from this place has rearranged the lands - moving packs, changing the terrain. Here the cave looks the same but it is not - it is more dangerous than ever. In addition, outside the mouth of the cave the sacred stones that once stood erect in another place now stand guard. They are colored the most beautiful arrangement of jewel tones, and almost appear to be made of gems themselves, no longer the dull grey they once were. It is within them that all official fights must take place - at the Blican Orlege. Welcome to Drylic Cofa...


I'll take that with some fava beans and a nice chianti.

Mizuki's left receptor tickled slightly. She flicked it irritably and stretched her boddess out on the dusty stone floor. Rolling onto her stomach, she let out a mouse of a sneeze, then another, and then another. The morning's amber light hued her coat and she basked in the delightful feeling when seeing the sun rise. Mornings and Evenings were her favorite. The fresh new day laying ahead, greeted by a gorgeous warm glow, and winding down to a sunset that set a romantic ambiance with the passionate hues painting the sky.
Lovely times they were, and Mizuki had learned to enjoy the smallest pleasures. She stood to arch her back in a deep stretch and then sat back on her haunches, glancing at Hestia and Filius.
Filius of course looking distraught. If only she could reach out and know her kindness would be welcome by both. It was trying for her to watch someone struggle, especially this one. His fight was unrelenting, his end inevitable.
And if there were something she could do to help him live fully again, she would.


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