On this particular day of the week, an archaeologist by the name of Miro Jenkins was setting out into the wilderness of Demios. In particular, the small forest that dominated the region south of the town and north of steaming volcanos that dominated the center of the island like a immortal sentinel, never moving, always watching. A farmer recently had expanded his property to include some of the forest. When he had cleared his land of all the bushes and trees, he had made a quite curious discovery. It had appeared to be the top of an old, old tower. The old man had entered the tower to find the shattered ruins of a pot, with a style that was alluded to be Proto-Olympian. Cartographers have studied the writings on the pot. They pinpointed that its time of writing was 7,540 eras, which was impossible, seeing that the first settlers came to Demios approximately at 8,400 eras. The paedia has touched off an expedition, to excavate and study what lay beneath our feet. Miro Jenkins will lead his convoy of men to the site, but the only thing they need now is a group of escorts to protect them from the terrible creatures that haunt the wild.
Many posters had been set up by the Paedia with the following written:
Secrets :
Are you looking for money? Are you capable with a weapon? If so, the Paedia has an exciting offer to you. As you may know, ruins of a tower were recently found that may bring into question the time of Demios' first settling. We require some escorts to protect us as we venture forth. If you want to join in the glory of the knowledge we will reap, come to the front of the Paedia on the 36th of Imperos at twelve candlemarks and we will set forth.
Pay per head: 200 crowns
At the shallow stairway that lay before the Paedia, sat a man of Kermit descent. His hair, was just a messy pile of raven, that fell down to his neck. On his body, he wore a sand shirt that was fairly loose and tight earth pants that were just a little too big for him. In his hand, he held a simple shovel which functioned as both a digging tool and a blade. He wore on his back a backpack that seemed a little too full. Many tools, intricate or dull, were attached to the tan bag. To the sides of the man, were about seven different sentients. Two were lutrans, One a Katta, one dracon, and four humans who were all dressed and wearing similar gear and attire. The man in the middle was Miro Jenkins. He fiddled with a metal cube that no matter how you knocked it and flipped it, always sprang to land on one particular side every time. The man waited as impatient as a child for the select group to show up.
ooc: Done by Starkin along with plot idea
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Posting: taking a small week off for class reasons
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