Something near the tybolt mines

For those who frequent the pathways near the old tybolt mine they would find a rather disturbing scene.

one of the doors would be slightly ajar and a short trail that didnt seem to go to far leads out from the mine itself deep prints and a sludgy trail that stank of rotten meat and acid, something heavy walked out dragging something equally heavy behind it.

there are breaks in the trail near areas of damage, a sapling smashed to splinters, the rather unfortunate carcas of a dear whos head seems indented into the ground and really impressively flat. The body half eaten and both covered and surroundd by a thick acidic drool, whatever ate it........ate it raw and little of it seems wasted...but not even the wolves have approached what is left.

the trail doesnt seem to move beyond this carcas instead heading back into the mines, drag marks and all.

whatever did come out certainly went back in.

Over the next few nights there are other signs as fresh trails begin to appear, the campers tell of odd noises outside their tent, gurgling and wheezing, natalia mentions a loud thump occuring in the night as well.

the trees around the area have odd markings, bark scraped off and scortched markings, the same heavy footsteps, sludgey trail and gouge crisscross the area but again return into the mines.

After wadnering the darkness for a while uragu stumbles onto the river, slowly making her way along the rivers course she finally ends up near the rangers camp where she smells a familair smell.



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after uragus relocation to the goblin cavern till they can move her she spends most of her time resting in the pool deep within the first level, at night she wanders the cave and land snagging whatever she can get her hands on for food before returning to the pool by sun up.

She would be able to hear the voice of a woman at random times of the day, sometimes laughing like a maniac, others filled with rage shouting curses at the goblins, othertimes it's just a whisper followed by splatters of noise, more often than not she's just shouting "GARAGOOOOOS!" before a "squish" noise coming from a goblin head.

The looming form of uragu has reached the surface again, and this time her howls have joined the myriad of strange creatures within the marshy overgrowth, a seemingly fitting place for her to reside during daylight hours.

those traversing the overgrowth might catch a glimpse of green orbs peering from some of the deeper pools at differing times of the day only to dissapear beneath the surface on approach.

she seems to have found a home away from home in the overgrowth, uragu seems to enjoy this swampy area, mudwallows and deep murky water hide her enough that she can exist with little to trouble her.

those that pass through may see the odd carcas stripped of meat and even some of the bones look to be burnt through.

this dark and swampy place seems fiting for the creature from below.

Many moons have passed since she reached the surface, following the scent of a familiar presence.

she has leanred alot from this overly blinding new world and somewhat met some rather unusual people, though she herself doesnt seem to realise this. She has fought, sufferd, hunted adn mined just as she has done all her life but now she might have found something to give ehr some pleasant feelings.

much to the dismay of the north ride camp guards...

Uragu has seemingly taken up residence in the moat at the two forts and regularly basks on the embankment, she has found a new calling as such and makes herself know as Jewel and Shadow come out to do their trading, acting as more some sludgy guard dog than anything.

She has now taken to sticking close to the pair (or individudals when either is conducting their craft) being in equal measure a helpful packmule and a rather large grumbly annoyance at times within the encampment.