Furcas - Gate

The sun had yet to reach it's highest peak. Vast stretches of the azure sky and cracked desert earth. It was a memory swiftly fleeting, how the summer flew by. But How much did that really mean in a land which barely changed? The heat of the lifeless lands gripped, even on the cooler fall days. Rain rarely refreshed the earth with its life-giving dance. It stayed near endless, the same scenery and drab landscape. There was nothing to excite, nothing to challenge more than the miasma of suffocating, slow roasting despair. Draining and droning on, even the distant ringing caw of lost birds seemed inviting.

It had been days since life had last approached, but now it seemed as if a deep breath had filled the lands. For in the distance travelers approached, coming to greet to the challenge of the dungeon. It filled the land, those who touched the earth could feel it's strength pulsating through them, it called, but the location seemed lost. A siren song calling them to adventure but with the actual source indiscernible. The journey itself was already a challenge. Supplies wouldn't last long in these lands. The vast wastes couldn't support more than a small shrub struggling between cracks.

It would've taken even the quickest of travelers weeks to have arrived this far. Traveling distant from the mountains, past the cities of Reim, and even through the maze of machinations masticated by war and age. It would lead to this land where the drying air filled their heads. It was a trial of its own. Leeching from them, hanging on their back the cloak of desperation laid on many who touched these lands. That meant nothing for those who had followed the rumors and roads, looking for a dungeon. The call to adventure could only numb so much, but it was something to cling to in a place where only death seemed in sight.

It seemed fruitless but noon had arrived. The sun giving it's brightest smile, it's hello glinting of from the north closest to it's resting spot. A scatter of staggering black drifted in the slight breeze which rolled across the land. The great and gallant call was reaching out to them, the quickest cold heard it, but the day would continue, the sun would continue to travel, it's greeting fleeting. With the way on its way haze crinkled the air in the ears. If they responded in kind elation would find the way to them. Anything could stand out, it was only a matter of where.


For those who could follow, who made their way to the beckoning power would trail veins of silver. Roots of precious metal weaving throughout the cracks, branching slightly from the brittle earth. It crawled, leading up like a hill upon the flat earth, guiding their eyes upon its intricate carvings, the pillar of precious metal seemed to breathe. They followed to its door, the worn-out, weathered iron door covered with carvings, and letterings. Specifics faded in obscurity as the tree invited further, there was still a bit of distance to the door. The air was heavy, almost an ocean of emotion. The sky itself even came out for Furcas, black clouds ominously swirling to form the brush for the towering tree. Even if they could greet it there was the matter of others to approach, for none who had heeded the call were of the writer's aid, for they were coming to be conquerors!

Dm Notes: Those who can approach the dungeon please post here with links to the threads. The way to gate has been hinted at in the post for you to find your way, please make sure to follow it. There will be an automatic proxy post with 48 hours allowing all who have posted to enter the dungeon a chance to touch the gate. Keep in mind you cannot just appear at the gate, you must detail arriving there. 5 Days Until the arrival of Xerxes

The spledent silver was only but a very dark silhouette from afar, Trently and his guild general had been flying truly far and wide in search of its great gate. They had been flying around for weeks on carpet, journeying here, passing torn lands with machinery strewn all about. The land was barren, dry, hot, and cruel to any life which may set foot on its soil. Trently drank some water from his brown flask, rehydrating himself for his journey which lead him here had been quite difficult. Even if he had a flying carpet for travel, it was still a challenge.

Trently: "Is that what I think it is, Guaiwu?"

Trently had first started his journey with plenty of food and water, but that was starting to look scarcer by the days. He departed from near Reim's capital city and following the note, flew far past the magnificent and great cities of Reim. It were to take some days, but he would have come upon the lands where the broken machinery laid, lost in the war. The land was barren, and torn apart by war and many battles. It was a ruined land and lifeless, but the worse was yet to come. The badlands of cruel and harsher heat awaited farther within.

Trently: "Deep within lands untouched, we are here?"

The young man said to himself upon coming upon lands of rock and broken materials. His journey would still not end here however, for now he would have begun searching for many days. Only men and women of strong wills and resolves were able to come so far. This was no land for the meek to tred upon. A heroic heart instilled in young and valiant Trently would keep him looking with a great and strong will. A beautiful siren song in the air, but neither man able to find where it came from. A scatter of black in the dry slight breeze Trently and his general followed to seemingly no avail. One noon however, a haze would crinkle the air upon Trently and the ears of his general, to which they were to look on at the source of the sound in kind elation. An ominous black swirl of cloud would be discerned. He and his general, after days of searching with no sight of life for miles, a spledent silver tower shimmering in the distance would appear, standing mighty before the weary travelers. The illusive heavenly siren song sang louder to the traveler's kind elation. An invigorating feeling would be felt by them upon seeing the shining dungeon, Furcas.

Trently: "Behold, for we have come upon it.. the dungeon!"

Guaiwu: "Indeed, my friend!"

Learning of Furcas' Location:

Guaiwu The Red Ogre, Miracle General!:

Magic Weapons Bringing:

Magic Items Bringing:

Large Backpack:

Backpack Items:

Shards 1x:

Juicy Sirlion 1x:

The shimmering tower of Silver stood tall before Trently. It was higher than his eye could see, it was all he could see for now. Others seemed distant far, and way from out of sight. It was uncertain if a challenge would arise, but for now, the young Kou warrior would be able to resume his venture in the dungeon with no trouble. All he would have to do is place his hand upon the massive iron door which decorated the fine, glorious tree that was the dungeon of Furcas. It called him, leading him closer to the doors now that he had made his way up to the structure.

The bands of silver weaving into each other, fading into the gate which would lead into the magical realm of the dungeon. There were no steps leading up to the door, the shadows blanketing anyone who got close. Even with dark, yet stormless clouds it was an anomaly in empty lands. Now closer the scribbles upon the door seemed easier to read, they scattered but there was clearly a message inscribed in the center, seemingly worn out from interaction despite the structure being newly risen. The etchings seemed to exist with no source, but it didn't mean much as neither he or his general were capable of reading the strange text. However, if Torento paid attention, he'd notice that the markings were similar to the ones he saw in Gamigan.

Whether or not he chose to examine the structure or head on in there would be nothing to stop him from touching the gate. Upon placing his hand on the warm slab of metal a white glow would wash over his vision. The stomach shaking, light-filled ride into the dungeon who soon suck him up. Snatching him from thin air the ride would surely remind him how a dungeon liked to take people for a ride. A caw would ring out in the sky, leaving the air empty if they both chose to enter.

DM Notes: Feel free to enter Trently, if you do the main hall will be up within 24 hours for you to post in.

The journey as Gamigan said months back now was only beginning has led young Trently to yet another dungeon. The young man did not know if he would conquer his first dungeon or not. He could not predict his future, but he would certainly try his very best and learn from some of his mistakes in the last dungeon. He would stare onward at what lied before him, focusing on it and clenching his fist with great conviction. He would fly toward the silver shining tower and smile, looking at the dungeon with excitement and ready to face what is to come, good or bad. He would make sure to leave his mark on the world. That began with defeating Sasan at conquering a dungeon. He could not allow his enemies to conquer a dungeon and attain the mighty power of a djinn.

Trently: "Guaiwu, let us do this! You and me! Kehehehe!"

Guaiwu: "You bet your ass! Gahahaha!"

The sun dazzling bright, Furcas would reflect its light. Trently and his friend would grip one another's right hands and grin, coming to Furcas' beauty of a dungeon Gate. The dungeon Gate was calling out to him, Trently would feel. He would see somewhat familiar texts on Furcas' Gate, however, it was no use trying to read it as it was definitely in some other language unbeknownst to young Trently. The blue haired man would stare up at his sky, seeing nothing but an endless spiral of shining silver. It was amazing, and a truly magical sight to behold. Trently would grasp a crystal shard from his friend, Zana, in his left hand before then placing it back in his kimono. A great adventure was about to unfold within the confines of this here shining silver dungeon of iron wills.

Trently: "3.. 2.. 1.."

Trently: "May we have ourselves a great conquering, Guaiwu! Onward, we go!"

Trently would put his arm over his general, and countdown to enter Furcas. The white light of Furcas' Gate would shine upon his hand as he, Trently, put his hand against it to enter inside it. A white glow would wash over his and his general's vision, swallowing them whole into the grandeur 14th Dungeon, Furcas!

Guaiwu The Red Ogre, Miracle General!:

Magic Weapons Bringing:

Magic Items Bringing:

Large Backpack:

Backpack Items:

Shards 1x:

Juicy Sirlion 1x:

It took them awhile after getting to reim to get to where they are now. They got prepared since they were a large group and it took them longer than it normally would since the group decided to leave the giant snake twins at the city since it would be crowded probably and because they agreed that the only ones actually fighting and doing most of the work would be Sessho and Baba while the rest watched and helped out verbally. The strange looking quintet would be seen walking up to the massive tree like dungeon. In the center was the massive Ashura known as Sessho the wild card, to thevleft was Bayek the large Helio warrior of death and to the right was the large man of mystery hidden in his armor Ares. The other three where riding on Sessho. On his back as usual was the spider mistress Baba, on his shoulder was the violet magician Roah and on the other was the leader of the Family the Cat swordsman Mars. They cheer eagerly as they see the tree dungeon and start walking up to it ready for anything looking at the massive door in the tree surroundeed by the bleak wasteland. They were all ready for this adventure.

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In the distance, another group approached. Traveling in the haze, the heat blanketing over them as they looked for the dungeon. The wastes hid the magnificent tower of silver. It would hard for the group to find it upon their travelers, however they moved with ease as Mars gave everyone a ride on Ek, the massive serpent toiling through the earth allowing them to hold onto it's back, following alongside with Sesshomaru. It was confusing, he wouldn't lie the warrior had never gone on the hunt for a dungeon, but his family member had given them an interesting opportunity, how could he say no? The cat man purred at Sesshomaru, looking at the Asura with an excited face talking to the boy.

"The adventure seems fun but I think we have to find it don't you?" Mars would chirp at the boy, his voice rolling with a deep but soft purr. The rumble in his tone showed the feline's energy. The rest of his children seemed to have their own hiding excitements, Bayek stated close to his friend, the tan man parading across the cracked earth. Mammuth and Maru both sat on the back of the mighty snake, conversing to themselves, out of their guiding member's ear but capable of being heard if he chose to listen and get closer.

His scanning eyes stayed on the sky would aimlessly wander. Noon had arrived, and the heat was getting worse, not great for a person with a coat of fur and an actual coat. A splash of silver seemed to shine however, the moving shimmes catching the eye of Mars. He stood high on his serpent would slither, tearing its way towards the light which caught his eye. It would lead, following into a trail of scattered feathers which loosely formed a path for them. Drifting on the dead earth they lead their way up towards the reflection of the towering image of Furcas. It's imposing size reflecting off the dark clouds which hid the roof of the dungeon. It almost gave a stutter to the movement of the party. The domineering figure of the dungeon seemed to poth intimidate and allure them.

"Now that's one fancy piece of silver!" The cat would joke, the family all keeping their eyes on it.

"Well then lets get to then! I mean come on it's right there. His voice roared out, Bayek was excited but they weren't quite there yet. It took a moment to follow the path to gate. The closer they got the more it seemed to magnetize them, the strangly marked door becoming more visible. It would be familiar to Sesshomaru even if he wasn't capable of reading it. The rough-looking door stood out from the smooth roots of silver which seemed to stretch deep within the earth. All they had to do was approach close enough to the gate to touch. It was calling them, inviting them to come challenge the dungeon if they so wished. It was up to them to make the choice, from what they could gather there were others who already had.

The black serpent would rest just before the dungeon, coiling around some of the roots to rest for a moment. They'd been moving for days, and with their buddies speed, he could only push himself so far without getting tired. With the creature resting they would all gather around, it was up to the dungeon diver Sessho to decide the fate of the party, they didn't have too many details as it was ever he filled them in on. It was up to his decisions now.

Dm notes: Feel free to touch the Gate Sesshomaru, you will get a proxy post approximately 24 hours within confirming it if you do, the post will be in the main hall for you to continue venturing.

Sessho grins as he looks at his Family, this would be tier first adventure as a whole and he was excited "We made it! Stay together and be careful these places can be super tricky and dangerous and leave the hard work to me and Baba!" he says cheerfully. He knew they wpuldnt nind fighting as well but for now he just wanted them to watch as he and Baba handled things "Oh and we may end up having to face some strong warriors from Sassan as well sinc they seem to be interested meaning this is going to be so much fun!" He smiles again looking back at his family once again as they all would go to touch the massive door at the same time.

With a flash, the family disappeared into the dungeon. Each one of the group following to see what treasures may rest inside. Vanishing from the wastes unaware of more that was arriving. Shadows approached on the horizon. They raced in the haze, shimmering in the heats embrace. Groups had entered the dungeon, but little sign of each arriving was left behind. Yet while only seconds would have passed in the silver spire days had gone by for the world. Now a threat closer than ever was coming to grab their coattails.

It took two weeks of travel in order to reach wastes resting far in the west. Even with a caravan pulled horses, oxen and minermoles they could only do so much. The sun's rays weren't anything new to the Sasanids but radiating warmth of this basking glow felt like a suffocating oven. The dry heat draining the animals, the 50 knights which traveled in the caravan. The carried water, food, extra weapons even. Some seemed to be empty, possibly to carry treasure or other conquests. It seemed to stretch 50m out, leading up to a traveling party of six. A leading band of horses and one reindeer.

"My father seems like he might've spotted something." Leon commented snidely, his eye's followed the king, it looked like him and his mount were starting to fly faster forward. It would be great for this journey to meet it's destination.

"Xerxes will guide us with no worries, I know you have your disagreeances with him but you know he's reliable." The prince held an unpleasant smile as Aryan spoke up for his friend. Charlemange wouldn't haven't said anything, and Neda was already into teasing the prince.
"You would've gotten us lost within a week." Growlled out from the lumber slime knight would seemed hunched on their horse.

"I'll slice away all that armor of your's shifter." He tried to irritate her but his threats fell on deaf ears. As Leon turned to see if Marcus or Armin were close he could see the pair starting to speed forth on their horses. Of course they were people a pair of Kingspets, trying to get the location faster, or that's what the prince seemed to think to himself. He would have to catch up the two who seemed to be speaking on their own.

What seemed to be a conversation was actually the ramblings of Armin"O
GLORIOUS DAY, WE WILL COME FACE TO FACE WITH THE LORD'S WILL. BLESS THE KING IN HIS JOURNEY TO RECLAIM THE WORLD IN THE NAME OF SASAN, HAHAHA MARCUS DON'T YOU FEEL THE EXCITEMENT, FILL YOUR SELF WITH THE LORDS SPIRIT, EMPOWER YOURSELF WITH PRAYER YOOOHAAAAAAA!" His overly cheery voice ringing out. As his voice scraped again the ears of the assassin he just thought to himself. "I escaped one annoyance right into another, why can't anyone just be quiet and follow orders more often." He wanted peace and quiet but it was unlikely to happen with a group like this.

Below they followed, and in the sky Xerxes lead, as he himself was guided by a ray of resplendent light which seemed to bounce off of something ahead, yet the sun was behind him. Corva gracefully dived through the air, gliding its way towards the object in its eye. Below it could even spot the feathers of birds who seemed to have been there before, they belonged to that of other crows. CAWWW Echoed out from Corva as they could make out what was in the distance. It was the only thing which decorated a land separated from everything. There wasn't much to be seen beside the towering tree of silver.

Xerxes looked at the looming dark skies which seemed to swirl its image, it was certainly a bad omen. It unsettled his stomach slightly even. He would have to shake his unnerving thoughts, returning back to his resolve he would lower closer to the ground, bringing forth his mount to guide them close to the gate. Flying closer by the peaking veins of silver. The tree's roots managing to even upset the paths of the rushing horses who already seemed overworked. The king looking back at his people would raise his lance high in the air, the dungeon had been found. It meant they could enter, it meant that those who traveled with them could rest.

Xerxes was filled with unrest wondering how his people felt, the country would be left in the hands of his second son while he was gone. This group of fine troops mostly traveled with the only to make sure their supplies and animals were taken care off. Many were worn out, exhaustion inviting them into a long slumber. As he dismounted Corva the king would look out at them all, hoping they could take this time to rest. He at least needed to give out an order before he could off into an unknown realm in search of treasure.

"Outstanding work troops, the Major knights will be venturing into the dungeon with me. Take the night to rest, but you will not survive long in these lands. We know the way back and we will return. Send a party to wait for us at the wastes border in two weeks, if we do not show have them return once a week for 4 months. We have no idea how long we will be gone, source from around the world say dungeon explorers can vanish for quite some time." His roaring voice crackled out. The troops all gave a salute, they would be left to their devices, in the meantime, he waited for his companions joining him in the dungeon to be prepared for prayer.

DM Notes: Sesshomaru has entered the dungeon and Xerxes has arrived at the gate, he must wait 48 hours to post and enter the main hall.

With the desert days bringing more travelers the parting conversation of the Sasanids would leave an impression. Xerxes garnered the Major Knights toward him, his voice flaring up to beckon them with their prayer before battle. Each of the leading knights walking forth from their prep.  "O Glorious day has come upon us men, for God has guided us towards this wonderful bounty. Before we go to partake in this wonderful tree of fine silver we need to keep one thing in mind." His voice weighed the atmosphere as began to shift into his warning. "First and foremost the dungeon challenge of one worthy to be king of the world, with perilous depths and possibly a wild world beyond our imaginations. We must be steadfast and remember the Lord is with us, now join me in prayer before we claim this dungeon rightfully for Sasan!"

He wished to raise their spirits, he wished to spark a flame within his knights. It was rather redundant however as while there may have been some reluctance in the prayer they all dedicated their lives towards the king of Sasan. Leon despite his difference with his father was raised by and was inspired by his father's teachings. He held his sword tightly, crossing his hands over while the other knights began to line up for the prayer. Charlemagne galloped his way past the handlers, his reindeer making a rough Byehhh bleating out from its mouth as it tugged on the extravagant reins guiding the beast. Armin who would be overzealous from the group prayer rushed over from the mounting of his magic weapon, he the harness for him seemingly fit perfectly. Each of the knights had spent time preparing and practicing for this day.

Aryan had finished meditating in silence, the old mage seemed to contemplate encounters a lot. He moved over to Marcus who was tinkering away with his wires. He seemed to be oddly out of it for once. "Come on Marcus, it's time to go to the king" His voice warmly drew the attention of the assassin.  His head snapping up as he stood.

"Thank you, it's probably important I get in on the last prayer before we might die. But Lord Xerxes knows what we can do, I'm sure we'll do fine." His voice held its natural sharp tongue. He would walk following, standing by the prince and Charlemagne. Neda striding forth from their work in the small private tent that was they had put up.

"Sorry, I had to make sure my magic weapon was working properly!" His strong, wobbling voice seemed to burst. Neda seemed rather rushed almost but as they got into rank Leon and Armin couldn't help but make their remarks.

"Hurry up! There are likely people already in the dungeon, I'll shove you all in if I need to." His voice roaring in a stark, aggressive manner compared to his inspiring father.

A warm radiance came forth "Come on! We need to venture into glorious depths, to graciously see witness the powers bestowed long ago from God's glory, I have plenty of hymns to write about this!" His choral voice sang out, irritating the beastly knight who felt it shake in his head.

Charlemagne would start to bark up "Hey, you need to stop that! If I keep hearing your prayers in my head I'm gonna crush your vocal cords!" A snarl would follow but before further interruption could continue the king would bring things back.

"CEASE!" His abrupt yellow would echo in the wastes, each knight giving their attention, even those who weren't venturing in with them.

"O Gracious Lord we gather here in these desolate lands on this wonderful day in order to claim holy might for Sasan. We humbly ask that you stay with Sasan as you always have given us the guidance in order to free our peoples from the fear of the world to claim it in thou''s name. May the men here who leave return safely, now may we break in order to move forth with the force of the winds, Amen!"

With his prayer done the king would quickly turn, moving towards the gate. He looked deeply at the markings. "I wonder what this text says? These markings seem to have some sort of intent." He thought to himself but when didn't he think, with a touch he would vanish. One by one the Sasan knights would line up, following suit to touch the gate. The world would vanish in a light, all of them disappearing into the silver tree as the ominous clouds around seemed to tighten.

With the skies hugging tightly in the vast open blue around the approaching groups would find themselves upon the dungeon gate in moments. It's wonderful image filling their eyes. The last shine in the high noon it would be difficult for other groups of travelers to find it there.

For Zubidiah and her companions, they'd see the signs of the crowds that had walked through. They would walk up, seeing the small encampment that was in place, over the leading silver lines. They wouldn't notice the approaching group but Constatine would notice the figures, he would notice the signs of his people. A smirk would light up his face, the glory of Sasan had heard news of the dungeon.

DM notes: Xerxes and the Major Knights have entered the dungeon. Zubidiah is free to run up there and enter the dungeon, have fun saying hi.