Thunder Dome i'm bad in the walls, asbestos

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ingram seeks recruits, though this time he does not stray so far from the plateau he and his have begun to laborious process of claiming. part of him holds to the stubborn belief that they would come to him: by whatever force drove them, be it deity or nature as the harsher months press upon them.

there's a chill in the air that signals a part of the dreadfather's mind towards urgency.

the foundling basilica was behind the curve...for now.

a soft shiver of remembrance slithers down ingram's spine as he slips into the cavern; afraid of the shadows that lived at its mouth. it reminds him, briefly, of the cave his nightwife kept her cursedstone.

seaglass gaze takes in the sights: of the greenery that grows within this cave of the earth, of the soft sunlight that filters in thru stone worn apart by time and weather. nearby, the soft sounds of freshwater streams draw his attention briefly with a twitch of his ears.

the spell this cavern briefly put upon him is broken, then, at a soft sound of awe. it is only then that the dreadfather realizes he is not alone ( which was a terrible lapse in attention for a so-called warrior ). a low chuff is given by ingram then, to alert the other to his presence just in case he managed to sneak in despite that he hadn't been intending to be cloak himself in stealth.