<strong>Tagged</strong>: Meow, Xazgir, Gloss, Jas<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Western Ramp<br/><strong>Exits</strong>: Plains (West), Gatehouse Mound (East), Opened Wall Passage (Southeast)<br/><hr/><br/><strong>"Perhaps.  I will leave the monster hunting to the monster hunters, then."</strong>She did not give the impression of someone used to waiting, or taking "advice."  She eyed the peculiar interactions between Guardians and Summoners.<br/><br/>The Olaq warriors were alert, spread out, and ready for an attack from any direction.  But if any of them saw the camouflaged scout crouched high atop one of the dual keeps they gave no sign of it.<br/><br/><hr/><strong>Tagged</strong>: Tamithari, Lucifel<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Western Walls, Flying<br/><strong>Exits</strong>: Opened Wall Passage (Southeast)<br/><hr/><br/>The quarry Lucifel had spied slipped away from the top of the keep.  By bits and pieces of rock moving, he spied it descending through the keep towards the ruined network of walls at the fortress's edge.  Whether it was off to inform a master or sally forth was unclear, but it remained hard to spot.<br/><br/><hr/><strong>Tagged</strong>: Tamithari, Lucifel<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Opened Wall Passage<br/><strong>Exits</strong>: the Crack Beyond (in), Gatehouse Mound (Out)<br/><hr/><br/>Myra crept closer to the source of the sounds.  A purple glow, bending halls, and then a lucky glimpse at some of the things (https://i.pinimg.com/736x/3a/9b/02/3a9b02f6b4311a242b2f430e9fe8330f--creature-concept-creature-design.jpg) breeding (http://orig10.deviantart.net/2253/f/2013/058/6/f/homm6_watcher_by_rawwad-d5weq8m.jpg) within:<div class="floatright">(https://cache.desktopnexus.com/thumbseg/1951/1951854-bigthumbnail.jpg)</div>at their center a beautiful woman strode, and the churning flesh and un-flesh seemed to part around her.<br/><br/>Her ethereal form struck every corner and curve in a divine sense, as if though too perfect for the world beyond the glow.  If it was a mirage of some sort it withstood the absolute scrutiny of Myra's eagle eyed surveillance.<br/><br/>Myra counted two monstrous lieutenants and a slew of minor beasts, almost beneath her consideration, that were intertwined with human captives who had been fully stripped.  Organic pulsing roots formed bonds around them, or seating that absorbed them, that they could be better bred.  The force from beyond was clearly seeking to spread along its favourite vector: the sentient races of this world.<br/><br/>Then she titled her head and swung round to look right at the spy, and Myra realized she'd kicked a small rock on her way towards the threat.<br/><br/>A smile creased her lips.  Thin as ice and more cutting than a dagger.<br/><br/>Then, an extended hand crimped a single beckoning come-hither finger.  Something stirs then in her loins, tenses up and down this fleshy form she's been forced into.  But what was this sensation...?  Why did it make her want to get closer?<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Myra</div><div class="spoiler_body">Myra feels a draw to her very soul, and makes a Wisdom Save (at <strong>Advantage</strong> due to her Sexual Alignment) to resist the urge to draw closer and enter the Crack Beyond.<br/></div></div>