OOC: Okey-dokey<br/><br/>IC: Amaya tried her hardest to follow the trail of disaster north, but was hampered at every turn. Her journey eventually led her into a lane, lined with now-dead bushes and plants. Grand statues and works of abstract art littered the middle of the lane, a tribute to the artists of the past.<br/><br/>Sadly, this tribute would be sullied again by the touch of the Cursed. As Amaya passed a twisted mass of dark-brown metal bars, it began to roil and twitch, as if it were alive. The metal form jerked, then pulled itself free from the bolts that kept it on it's stand, and towered above poor Amaya, blocking the sun from her vision. The ends of the iron bars began to fatten, changing into a familiar, phallic shape...<br/><br/>OOC: Yay, initiative time! Roll 5 dice, add them up!