They're all sealed shut. Unless you have something to pry them open quietly, you probably wont have the chance. And the clock is ticking - you can hear the guards still having a great time outside, but that wont last forever.

Except he barely had anthing. Andwhat he had he needed.


"Gh fine, ill go get you your carp, but dont expect me back." Nico grunts.

Yes, all around you on your level - and many levels above and below - it is silent, not a Dwarf to be seen or heard.
"Come on lad, I'll show you to the current tunnels," he says, walking deeper into the mining system with a swift stride.

i follow him

Link: https://www.sylestia.com/forums/?thread=74910&page=85#848 Author: Falconetti Time Posted: 5/20/2019 at 1:43 PM He starts towards the line for passage over the bridge, but stops. He passes you a handful of coins. "People tend to judge me before they meet me - maybe it would be best if you spoke to the militia," he smiles a little sadly. "I'll just stand next to you. Well - lead the way!"

I nudge and go toward the line.

Link: https://www.sylestia.com/forums/?thread=74910&page=85#849 Author: Falconetti Time Posted: 5/20/2019 at 1:49 PM He clambers out of the Hollowtree, at the entrance being careful not to knock your block off or to crush the egg. In a few seconds he's traversed his way to the very top branches of the tree, flapping his wings and lifting up into the chill air. He struggles to get airborn because of the air being cool, but manages anyway - it'll just take a lot more effort than usual. "So..." Skywhisper murmurs. "We were heading west, weren't we?"

"Yes we are. Until the egg hatches, then we must return."

The vendor sniffs, turning away and starting to shout again about his enchanted weapons.

Knight hugs his little plush closer and growls at the male, turning his tail and snorting in a cheeky impression of the rude Elf vendor.

You struggle to keep up - he's surprisingly fast, and isn't tiring easily.

By the time you climb down a few levels, along many scaffolds, platforms and ledges, you are completely exhausted. The other Dwarf stops, completely fine, and points down a long tunnel with multiple Dwarves hacking away at the rock.

"You report here every day and find a spot, okay? The others will tell you what to do. Good luck!" he says, giving you a hearty slap on the back that knocks you forward a couple of feet. In a second he's gone, off down some other tunnel.

It takes a while, only broken up by taking a few steps forward before jarring to a halt again, but you finally reach the militia on the bridge.

They are just handing a strange object given by a passing Centaur to a runner, who swiftly disappears off. One of them turns to you, raising a hand, a bored expression on her face. "Bridge toll," she grunts, waiting for you to put something in her hand.

He nods. "Then we will return."

He stoops into a dive, gaining speed before levelling out again. You glide over the treetops, clouds speeding across the sky, periodically casting shadows across the land. The wind sings in your ears, reacting slightly to your attunement to air magic. It is, in fact, quite peaceful.

Skywhisper flies on for some time, before complaining about needing to relieve himself - slowing until he lands in a clearing.

He shrugs off the harness. "I'll be back in a bit," he says, padding off into the trees swiftly.

You've made good progress - the trees have thinned out significantly. You must be near the Central territories, and it's not midday yet.

you struggle to keep up - he's surprisingly fast, and isn't tiring easily.
By the time you climb down a few levels, along many scaffolds, platforms and ledges, you are completely exhausted. The other Dwarf stops, completely fine, and points down a long tunnel with multiple Dwarves hacking away at the rock."You report here every day and find a spot, okay? The others will tell you what to do. Good luck!" he says, giving you a hearty slap on the back that knocks you forward a couple of feet. In a second he's gone, off down some other tunnel.


i start heading down the tunnel to find an area to call my own