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[SOLDIER First]

Wolf looks at Vivian.

[Again_Dejavu]

((Its been 15 minutes))

[Mysterious warrior]

(( are we ready for battle? ))

[mcclay]

(( are we ready for battle? ))

((Not until Rag posts. Can someone bug him or some shit?))

[Xantalos]

(( are we ready for battle? ))

((Not until Rag posts. Can someone bug him or some shit?))

Done.

[Projeck37]

((He's offline.))

[Xantalos]

((He's offline.))

((Argh. Can we just auto Vivian to sit in #4?))

[mcclay]

The Shadow's Desolation

The Wasteland of Ravens

When the Shadow came death was not all that it brought. The land itself warped and protested at its hideous influence and the ground fell away. Now the cities of Ravalina sit on plateaus above Stygian abysses of death and darkness, the only way to other areas is to hop from spire to spire. Bandits, looters and deserters lurk in the darkness while cultists attack the unwary. Creatures mutated by the vile taint of the Shadow haunt the Deslation, hungry for flesh. Crag Jumpers and air ships do battle with Crawlers and Death Wheels as the war rages on. To lose your footing and fall is to die, the depths hide many things, things with teeth like knives and claws like swords. Cultists outpost and ambushes kill any who would stand against their dark lord while bandits set traps to kill and steal. The entrances to ruins peek out of the spires, heralds to tombs and prisons where mortals have not stepped in thousands of years. For this land held many secrets, but the Shadow brought them to the light. Now things best left untouched stir in the depths and their mortal servants move to accomplish horroific tasks in their name. The secrets of technology and magic lost long ago beckon from the ruins, bait for the things that lie within. Yet all of these things are shrouded and opressed by the ever present rain.

The Crag Jumpers move among the spires like moutain goats, jumping from one to the next. The Ravlains nervsouly check their guns while the gunners load fresh ammunition into the machine guns.
"Roight, this area has seen 'evay skirmishing between us and the Shade's! Keep your guns ready and your eyes peeled, ya never know when one 'o the bastards will take a pot shot at cha!"
The Captain yells back.

Angerus curses and scans for enemies.

[IamanElfCollaborator]

Medea does so.

[Xantalos]

Darnos does so.

[Twi]

Medea does so.

As does Miko.

[SOLDIER First]

Wolf quietly looks around for cultists.

[Projeck37]

Isaac keeps an eye out. His mind racing with strategic info and thoughts of how the Cultists could possibly ambush them as his eyes pulse grey.

[Mysterious warrior]

Mike watches for bandits

[IamanElfCollaborator]

[@All]<Link established.

Right. I'm inside Mission Control and they have a magical simulacrum of the area you will be in. I'm looking over it as we speak. We clear about everything? Are you all fine?>