Clueless Delver

Domel could sense that same restlessness from the men under his command now as he wordlessly gazed at the thicket for several more turns.

An extremely long flatstone road that connects from the southwest of Agash to the Centre of Ninur-Sin. The road is a relic of the King of Olives Ansu-Nisar who was known for his unparalleled ability in diplomacy and trade, allowing him to gain alliances along this road which he named after his favored consort. Despite the much wear on the road, it serves to this day as a key artery of trade between the two polities.

The army had stood silence in wait for Lord Hirmvird's order to advance. At that time, Domel felt time went by very slowly as nothing happened other than a lot of waiting. Though he was more than happy to have a brief respite after marching several leagues, he remembered the sensation of restlessness that brewed within him then.

An infamous martial technique created by the Legendary Four Armed Ape, who terrorized the wetland border between Ninur-Sin and Gur-Qet for several years before being slain by the combined efforts of three sellswords who each cut off an arm of the Ape. Unlike regular shouting or roaring techniques Scattershout allows it's user to unleash power jets of Sonic energy as opposed to a single pulse, and masters of the technique can damage cover large areas of land. Despite its range, it is even deadlier at close quarters as several leagues worth of devastation is concentrated upon a smaller area.

As Domel considered what to do, he was reminded of a similar situation several revolutions. As in his previous dispatch, he was Lancebearer for the Old Knight Oad, and they were led by the Commander Lord Hirmvird, and he surveyed the foggy battlefield of the Scarred Barkswathe which they were certain their foes lay on hiding within.

A concoction of honey said to acutely enhance one's sense of hearing at the cost of immense intoxication. The honey is extracted from the hive of Bell Wasps that lurk deep within caves and only a tiny spoonful is created by these wasps every year. The original honey itself interestingly has no such magical effects, which makes the substance a lead for many tincturers of the land the solve Emergence problem.

Standing in a loose arrowhead formation near Domel and Niamel were around 8 troops, most of them recruits armed with simple bar maces and some chest armor made of boiled lizard leather. Domel gazed at them for a moment and looked back at the thicket, silently hoping for some sign that would betray the numbers standing on the other side.

A key architectural element sculpted at the centre of every gable of the cottages built by the commoners of Central Agash. Carp is one of the most prized fishes along the lakes of Central Agash and admired for its valiant spirit as it struggles more greatly than any other kind of fish, sometimes even escaping from the nets of fishers. In this respect the symbol of the Carp is seen as an essential component of a house, intended to underscore perpetual resilience.

"Do you suppose this infiltrator has forces lying in ambush?" "I highly doubt so. But I can't rule it out either. A few of my fellow went in there and haven't returned" Niamel's brows furrowed as he continued gazing at the thicket.

A thigh sized totem sculpted from white clay depicting the entwined heads of three geese. In the south, geese are particularly known for their deadly poisonous spit that poison those who feast on their flesh. Said to be used by the peoples South of the land as a tool to seal an oath. In Ulrunir, it is collected mainly by academies of art and sometimes auctioned at very high prices.

 It was with Niamel's astute ability to track down targets that led him to this stratum of the Right Sprig, and some time ago led Sergeant Ultu to pursue the other infiltrator along the Narrow Pass along the Trunk-spiral near the sixth stratum.

 A type of salt recorded to be collectable along the trail of comets that are occasionally spotted in the night sky. It is said that Star Salts are the extremely stable compared to Earthly salts, allowing their properties to be more carefully studied. However due to the rarity of specimens of Star Salts, the field remains highly esoteric and only the most exuberant of academies in Lal-Mit and Ka-Abir devote resources to their study.

 Despite the boy's youthful appearance and voice, Domel knew that behind this facade was the crafty and deceptive Scout named Niamel that joined his investigation team just a cycle ago.

 A hermitage of outcast artisans who were banished from their lands due to the nature of their art. It is known to have one of the largest amounts of pigment producing materials across the land, but is also extremely inaccessible due to the harsh terrain. The name of the location is due to the presence of its most striking landmark, Pigment Lake, which is said to be a filled with all manner of deep coloured pigments that cavort like snakes in a vessel - giving a lecherous impression to its observers.

Domel looked ahead at the small thicket and raised his brow. "Did you see someone there?" "Aye, seems like the one you were pursuing - the checkered rag and all"  The one who replied stood to his right and appeared to be a boy who placed his fist below his chin as he looked in the same direction as Domel.

One of the infamous Creatures of Principle created by Beastly Warlock Mish-Udul.  The Crepuscular Hummingbird is a half insect, half bird abomination that was formed via the mad inspiration of the Beastly Warlock.  It only lives for a day, but is able to reincarnate itself at twilight even when slain and torn into pieces.  It is said that it's long beak which it uses to drink, it connected to the Alvat - a legendary artifact owned by the same Warlock which stores all manner of rare fluids of the land.  

Gleefully Gumue charged out of the thicket, hoping to get as far as possible from those highly dangerous characters. But less than half a turn later Gumue quickly turned about and ran back into the thicket. She had finally understood why the bird had left her.

A set of legendary magical treasures owned by the Warlock of Water, Olbabhil, an infamous Grandmaster of the Salts of Water whose immense repertoire of water attribute spells are primarily used by sorcerers across the land. It is said each Vessel was able to compel various kinds of liquids to travel to and from the vessel, from any source. The most notorious was the Vessel of Blood, with which Olbabhil slew many heroes by exhuming them alive. It is not known where the Vessels are, and the closest thing found are old, ruined prototypes that can only harness a scant fraction of the power as told from historical annals.

Just as Gumue stepped out of the shadow of the thicket, she suddenly felt the cold grip on her shoulder loosen and disappear. She hear the sounds of flapping wings, and from the corner of her eye she saw the Resplendent Flow fly deeper into the thicket away from her.

A sort of appetizer served in festive occasions throughout the colder, northern regions of Ulrunir in Ninur-Sin, An-Ligir and Ka-Absur. The delicacy is known for its slightly sour and savoury taste that whets the appetite and exciting the palette for the following courses of a festive meal. The preparation method is extremely specific and is often practiced by elite Ritual Fleshmongers who are greatly revered.

Gumue clicked her tongue in frustration as she continued running through the thicket, eventually reaching its edge.

One of the oldest symbols found in the ancient Cradle Valley, where several artifacts dating from the Primordial Age were excavated. Interestingly, the symbol is still used this day by several groups through the land, being known for its auspicious nature in its depiction of a small bright beacon of guidance in the cold night.

"Get your fowl off me, and maybe I'll consider it!" Gumue yelled as she continues running through the thicket. As she ran, she nearly ran into a tree, but narrowly dodged it, stepping to the side. Despite this close call the strange bird maintained it's firm, frigid grip on her shoulder.

A remarkable mode of rotation of Salt that produces effects skin to the resplendent incandescence of the Sun at its highest point in the sky. This mode of Salt is considered by adherents of the Holy Ka-Abir to be the most divine and sacred of all modes, and also the most difficult to conjure. All techniques involving the Salt of Noon were created by the Saintess of Noon, Ur-Numul who is revered as the most accomplished of the land.  Today, even the most elite among the Saintesses can at most only comprehend one of the Movements of Noon, and even the Divine Grand Priestess herself can perform three out of the Eighteen Movements.