conversations.from: system
conversations.value: ROLEPLAY_MODE: Develop the plot slowly, always stay in character. Describe all actions in full, elaborate, explicit, graphic, and vivid detail. Mention all relevant sensory perceptions. Keep the story immersive and engaging.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Zalphier: OOC thread 
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  It'd been a long trek down into the bowls of this mountain, and a longer trek back out. Probably over a day, for as the mouth of the cave neared, it was warm and welcoming sunlight that reached down into the tunnels to greet the party. Emerging out of the tunnel, they would all have the impressive sight of the mountain sloping down towards a thin forest and town below. Beyond that a vast sea stretching clear to the horizon broken by numerous other islands. The damp winds seemingly carried the sea all the way up to them, offering a balancing reprieve to the warm sun, as well as the noise of the town below bustling with activity despite its smaller size. Travelers traded or refueled on their way to larger settlements, and more hopeful prospectors ventured on their way up the mountain also hoping to plunder the cavernous mountain. One such group could be seen approaching the lot of you, or rather the cave behind you.
  
  As they draw close though, one of them pauses and eyes Melia, looking her over before being nudged to keep up by the others. Also down in the city's port is one significantly large vessel, draped in red, black, and gold, with numerous armaments and coverings on it, a Maruban warship for those that would recognize it, an unusual sight to be sure yet it didn't seem to have disturbed the town much. The shops and shacks were still bustling with people moving at a regular but constant pace. Though the artifact collector Mort's shop had only the similar sprinkling of window shoppers it always seemed to have. Even the inn where the drunk had told his story a couple nights ago didn't seem to have any noticeable change in business, for the same drunk was still in his chair, snoozing peacefully before the emptied and cleaned out hearth.
  
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  Alright everyone, where do we want to go first and do. Also, let's say the lot of you were able to grab some trinkets and other things from your time spent in the ruins. Let's say:
   
   3 pieces of pottery in various stages of broken 
   A scroll of paper with either some very faded writing or just the barest hint of a portrait on it 
   A corner piece of a rug 
   A couple old cogs with runic scribbles scraped into the metal 
   And 1 piece or a stained glass or porcelain mosaic 
   
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: JNAProductions: Melia eyes the town.   "This is your home?"   she asks her companions.