Group 1 consists of: Isa, Ulfr, Noor, and Gavroche II



The adventuring party gathers in The Shimmering Shore, and as soon as they come together the world begins to shake violently. The dirt tunnels begin to collapse around them, and everyone begins to panic and scatter, splitting the group up- and trapping them temporarily underground. They can no longer leave the tunnels, nor can they post in any new event threads until this thread concludes.

Isa, Ulfr, Noor, and Gavroche II find themselves in a nearly pitch-black tunnel. Light filters in through some holes from above. This section of tunnel is long and narrow, and as their eyes begin to adjust they can start to see strange dragging marks in the upturned dirt- as though something has passed through the same way they're heading.

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Noor had nodded, swallowing the lump in her throat and preparing to join the group that had started to form with Fable. And then the ground had started to shake again and all hell broke loose. Noor tried to turn to look at Fable but bodies started frantically fleeing and she found herself buffeted, bounced off of so many wolves bigger than herself and with the ground under their paws unstable she found herself having to also start running just to not fall over, a deep instinctual fear overtaking her.

When the tremors finally subsided again and Noor stopped her own running to gasp for breath she wasn't sure where they even were. She hadn't exactly bounced back from nearly starving and drowning in about two days, this was killer on her body and she could feel it. Panting heavily Noor lifted her gaze and started scanning, then searching, then doing so frantically. Fable wasn't there. No, no, no, nonononono! Noor had been holding her fear back, holding back a dam of anxiety for Fable's sake but now? Now it was overflowing. Noor was hyperventilating. Not exactly the most observant state to be in.

"Talk"

If the ground forgot its job one more time, Isa was going to lose it. The earth had crumbled again, thrusting the old woman into deeper darkness. The first fall had been bad, but this one was worse. The amount of dirty that fell atop her was heavy and damp. It took the elderly wolf a bit of time to claw herself free. By the time she was standing in the tunnel, her old body was sore and bruised.

It took a few moments for her eyes to adjust to the darkness but Isa could still hear, despite the dirt in her ears. Shallow, quick breathing as though someone was panicking. With a grimace at her groaning bones, Isa moved towards the sound.

Icy blue eyes had adjusted to the murky darkness by the time Isa arrived at the girls side. She could see that the younger wolfs eyes were wide and she was struggling to regain her breathing. The motherly old wolf gently shushed and murmured, stepping forward to gently pat one paw. "In through your nose and out through your mouth, " she instructed. "My name is Isa. What's yours? " she sought to distract the girl.

Now that her vision had acclimated to the dark, Isa inspected the giant tunnel. Had they really fallen from that high up? Large furrows were cut into the earth as though something had been dragging itself through. It reminded Isa of worms tunneling underground... but this would be a gigantic worm, if so.

"Isa"