A shrine visit
Water could be heard dripping and echoing in the cave, its sound much louder than a figure’s footsteps that traversed in complete darkness. With a bare hand patting the wall lightly, the figure continued on with ease.
Donned in her travel clothes, Althea continued walking forward with confidence, the darkness not seemingly bothering the woman. Her coat was of the color white with fur underneath to keep her body camouflaged and warm in the cold climate of Mount Targon. Within, she wore leather armor and cloth, paired with a metal gauntlet and greaves to keep her limbs protected. On her face, the feral knight wore a mask; A simple and light metal with a few markings etched on them. Behind her was a massive greatsword wrapped in white cloth, letting its leather strap rest on her shoulder while holding it with her left hand.
With her rigorous training within the Lunari and a few experiences of her own, Althea was able to train her other senses when her sight failed, making it easier for the woman to move about in the darkness.
However, moonlight soon showed itself as the warrior was finally reaching the end of the cave. With her boots barely making a noise, she stepped out into a grassy clearing topped with a light snow blanket, this time, tugging on her mask to look around the area.
Apparently, she was not outside of the cave just yet, no. She was still inside though the moonlight that came from the vast hole above them lit the entire place, causing the gentle light of the moon to grace her form as Althea set her sights on the small ruined temple--nay, a shrine--before her. It was overtaken nearly completely by vegetation as vines crawled all over its pillars and walls while the grass about her grew nearly up to the woman’s waist.
“Map and secure the area. Make a safe path for the missionaries.” Althea murmured to herself as she continued moving forward, her eyes wary of danger. She had already dealt with a few Terror along the way, so she would not be surprised if some found themselves in this area no matter how sacred it was.
She then reached over for the small pack behind her as she attempted to take out her pencil and paper to continue her job.
@theghostofthelunari










