>>5208852>>5209402https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FtFOM7oL59Q(Source of art is _pixiepoo, sorry for the delay in posting, a celebration came up)
>Test successful! Thinking fast you quickly jump into the "water" -which has the consistency similar to a thick sludge or syrup- and wade to a section of debris. With a bit of added thought you move some of the surrounding debris and submerge yourself to the chest and as low as you dare to hide from view. Eventually your efforts pay off as a trio of three "ferals" wander into view. Standing about the size of an average human, their bodies seem to resemble a pattern. As this tribes mutations seem to align with that of an insectoid. Sections of off colored chitin almost fold in on each of themselves in the form of a makeshift armor, and that which is hidden over a shirt and a thick cloak. Their heads however seem a mockery of the human visage, as if a child taking the head of a human and as if it were clay began to play with it. And that which is hidden only by the a mask made out of beaten metal or bone. Even through the mask you can still make out fuzzy details such as the fungus laden maw of one of the "Ferals". The maw only peaking out through a otherwise featureless mask but that is carved with a diagonal slit peaking out from the left eyebrow to the right cheek.
Otherwise as the Ferals arrive into the area they look beaten and worn. One of them holding one of their arms in a makeshift splint, and with the other two limping into the Ferals campsite. When they arrive they begin to bark and chitter out orders to one another in a language that you do not understand. Slowly and carefully going through the camp and extracting small parcels, and items hidden within plain view or in debris fields. As they finish scavenging the area the one with the fungal maw- begins to make their way over to Joan's backpack. .The moment that they touch it however, another one -the one with the splint- barks out a sheer screech of binary causing the other one to freeze.
The masked one carefully leaves the backpack in place giving a nervous glance to it as they join the trio. Securing their supplies or items in place they wade back to the water keeping a wary and nervous eye out. Two minutes pass, then five, eventually climbing out of the water you dry yourself off. Eventually shaking the water out of your shoes you hear the sound of a shrill shriek and the roar of a device going off. The sound of which as it echoes through the halls is dull, wet, sharp and sounding like thunder. Followed by a cruel and terrible laugh that you swear shakes the nearby walls and disturbs dust.
>What now?>Loot Joan, if so do you grab only one thing or take a go at looting everything she's got? >Wade back into the water and onto your next stop? >Investigate the noise? >Write in. 