Board Thread:Random RP/@comment-26444332-20170424191044/@comment-26444332-20170512222943

'Not far. Turn here,' Azarias says, as they now go up a crumbled and worn path cut into the side of a scorched and blasted rock; apparently passing for a hill in these parts. A few minutes later, they reach a half-crumbled pavilion, lacking a roof, populated only by faded mosaics and crumbling columns.

'Alright, here we are.' Azarias comments, slipping from Jaukoehai's back and beckoning to Manteau, Severin, and Artoria. 'I'll need you three to help activate this; I'm ashamed to say The Lost Child at Midnight is taking quite a bit of my Flow just to keep me stable.'