This is my first, hopefully of many, rp threads. No fighting, though in later threads we can arrange fights online as they come up here. To those of you who have yet to read me, greetings!
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The area you just passed from left you fatigued and perhaps injured. Here you enter into a place of peace. Glowing mosses and lichens coat the high vaulted roof of this cavern, as well as many of the half crumbled stone walls within it. Another light, of a campfire, colors the higher walls toward the center of the ruins.
A soft melody floats out to you at the same time as the smell of roasting meat. The song is an Enkidukai one, but the words are not being sung. It is a soft melody, full of longing and sorrow. If you choose to stay hidden to see who makes camp, you easily find a vantage over the cookfire.
A small Enkidukai, even for his race, sits on his haunches next to the blaze. He holds a stick with a slab of dark meat in the fire, and he is the source of the song. His fur is dark brown striped with black and grey, three long claw scars run from his right ear, over his cheek and down to his shoulder. He wears only brown leather pants, though a woolen cloak is laid out nearby. On the cloak is a leather bag lying open, containing only other provisions and a pair of torches.
If you approach, he looks up from his cooking and half smiles.
"Peace, and you are welcome..."
Otherwise...
Occasionally, he looks away from the fire and sneezes. Then takes several breaths as his nostrils flare. After this happens several times, he nods to himself and leans the stick on a rock to continue cooking. He rises to a crouch and moves very nearly silently around his camp, peering into the crevaces of the ruins. With each step coming closer to where you are concealed.
