[Iskandar just laughs...and it's not his brightest idea because that means he inhales more of the smoke and the stench and ends coughing while trying not to breath in more of this filth.]
There's nothing to be sorry about. I'm just happy our training is bringing results.
[Not in actual strength. That would or will not improve depending on how much they're are susceptible to physical change as gods. More in awareness of the strength. Waver acknowledging, even if only to himself, that he's capable of such actions. Teaching Waver technical side of fighting is one thing. Showing him what he's truly capable of is Iskandar's real objective. It is in moments like this that he sees his efforts are not in vain. And that makes him glad.
This place does not. Iskandar looks down the stairs. There exists another possibility. It's true that if this is a cultist hide-out or a workshop they should encounter opposition. As they do not, it might as well be that the owners abandoned it believing they don't have enough strength to defend it. Considering the fire burning down below, it could have been quite recently.]
Trap or not. There's only one way to find out.
[The walls of the staircase are covered with reliefs. Most of the worn with age and countless people touching them while seeking support in their descent. No wonder, the stairs are small and steep. The reliefs themselves don't look like any other art he saw on the surface. Iskandar wouldn't call them primitive, the lines are too elegant, just ... simple. It starts with birds near the entrance, then the fish, dolphins - or at least creatures that resemble dolphins - but the lower they go the stranger the shapes on the walls become. Animals, yes, there are no people, but still creatures he would associate with myths rather than any living thing. Long, thin legs, joints in weird places and tentacles. A whole lot of tentacles. People here truly must have loved their sea creature if they choose to depict them here so high in the mountains.
When it ends it opens to a small cavern. A natural one, no doubt enlarged by human hands, filled with milky smoke. There are ghastly shadows of surprisingly modern furniture on both sides but what's really interesting is a burning pile right in the middle. There is no corpse that Iskandar suspected to be the source of the stench. Just a pile of ... things? Feathers, something that looks like a feather crown or a headdress, a feather mantle, and a small mountain of ropes. With many knots of various shapes and sizes on them. More importantly, made from human hair. All of it generously doused with gasoline.]
There is no dead body but someone definitely was destroying evidence here.
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There's nothing to be sorry about. I'm just happy our training is bringing results.
[Not in actual strength. That would or will not improve depending on how much they're are susceptible to physical change as gods. More in awareness of the strength. Waver acknowledging, even if only to himself, that he's capable of such actions. Teaching Waver technical side of fighting is one thing. Showing him what he's truly capable of is Iskandar's real objective. It is in moments like this that he sees his efforts are not in vain. And that makes him glad.
This place does not. Iskandar looks down the stairs. There exists another possibility. It's true that if this is a cultist hide-out or a workshop they should encounter opposition. As they do not, it might as well be that the owners abandoned it believing they don't have enough strength to defend it. Considering the fire burning down below, it could have been quite recently.]
Trap or not. There's only one way to find out.
[The walls of the staircase are covered with reliefs. Most of the worn with age and countless people touching them while seeking support in their descent. No wonder, the stairs are small and steep. The reliefs themselves don't look like any other art he saw on the surface. Iskandar wouldn't call them primitive, the lines are too elegant, just ... simple. It starts with birds near the entrance, then the fish, dolphins - or at least creatures that resemble dolphins - but the lower they go the stranger the shapes on the walls become. Animals, yes, there are no people, but still creatures he would associate with myths rather than any living thing. Long, thin legs, joints in weird places and tentacles. A whole lot of tentacles. People here truly must have loved their sea creature if they choose to depict them here so high in the mountains.
When it ends it opens to a small cavern. A natural one, no doubt enlarged by human hands, filled with milky smoke. There are ghastly shadows of surprisingly modern furniture on both sides but what's really interesting is a burning pile right in the middle. There is no corpse that Iskandar suspected to be the source of the stench.
Just a pile of ... things? Feathers, something that looks like a feather crown or a headdress, a feather mantle, and a small mountain of ropes. With many knots of various shapes and sizes on them. More importantly, made from human hair. All of it generously doused with gasoline.]
There is no dead body but someone definitely was destroying evidence here.
[He has no idea what to make of it.]