>>5698890>>5698761>>5698494>Return to the tunnels, try to find a better trail (Roll1d20 Bo3)You left the station soon after, leaving the sounds of machinery behind.
You had to find Tog and there weren't many options.
There were many places where he could be hiding, and none of them were clearly the right places.
You had to go back to the burrow of tunnels and sewers to see if you could find his trail again.
It was the most reasonable option to locate him.
When you got far enough away, Rakta emerged from hiding.
She covered in dust and her hair streaked gray with ashes.
"What happened? I heard someone scream."
You thought about everything that had happened, and knowing that she was already there, you decided to tell her everything.
It was a matter of time before she found out and delaying the inevitable would only intensify her reaction.
There were a couple of minutes of panic and you had to restrain her so she wouldn't go to the station to kill chimeras.
After better understanding your new status as a general and what was going to happen, I let him go.
You knew I had questions but you wanted to focus on finding Tog.
So you plunged into the darkness of the underground.
Following the traces of the trail that the kobold left when fleeing from the ambush.
[Roll =17 + 6; CD =20; Result=success]
The paths the kobold took in panic were less than conventional.
You had to crawl through cracks, surface for a couple of blocks, and knock down barricades the kobold had created.
A strange route that seemed to have a direction, a place to get to.
At one point, Tog had cut himself on a rock.
Leaving a small trail of blood drops that was easy to follow.
An accident he hadn't noticed in the frantic escape.
This trail led you to the edge of the crater.
Massive depth of destruction covered by black obelisks impaled on the earth.
The glowing white mass at its center, the gigantic fragment of Gaia.
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This was the only place where the chimeras did not enter.
Tog had known this place through one of your latest creations.
The neural clouds floating and connecting.
A new cage for the stirring god.
Descending was inevitable, you knew that the Kobold was in here.
But everything felt wrong, your hairs stood on end.
Hot air seemed to rise from the ground, carrying a strange burning smell.
Nothing had changed but he felt distant, dyed in the indigo color of neurons.
The walk lasted a long time, time you used to think about all the things that could go wrong.
The white mass at the bottom of the precipice getting closer, more oppressive.
would Tog be ok? Did he understand what was here?
You know that he knew the truth of Gaia but not how much he understood it.
You had only witnessed a glimpse of her intentions, of her plan.
