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...


Fully alive.

OOC: Hey Destinee, for some odd reason my phone won't copy the full table. I may have to wait til we can get an apartment with wifi so I can use the laptop.
Mizuki's smile grew and her eyes lit up, completely focused on Filius. Though battered with illness, he was resilient and glorified, beautifully radiant. And this made Mizuki warm with joy to see someone so beaten still carry on, as energetic and hopeful as can be.
"Good. I thought so"
She spoke warmly. If he were to die, she hoped it would be with a smile on his face and love in his heart. That's how everyone should go, anyways, who would want to die a cold, angry ass that nobody cared for or even remembered?
She watched as his eyes grew even brighter at the thought of blood and the thrill of killing. What a simple thing, but so precious when it's all you can do now.


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