I should point out that I can't tell what color the sky is with my current senses. Or see things in the distance, probably.
Head towards where I think civilization would be, anyway.
Thats right, you see entirely with sonar.
Well.
[5]
Luckily you head right in the right direction. Question: What are your rules of engagement here? Going in quiet and secretive? Out in the open? Avoiding or looking for people?
"Well, that place was definitely shite! That's a bit of a pattern around here, have you noticed, good chap? And- ooh, is that carrion you have on you? Could I try some, perhaps?"
To the Black Sun Cult!
Also have a taste of this ancient carrion that Hyenakles has on him. Any good?
Respect Hyenakles' wishes to have the carrion be left alone.
Mr. Bird and Hyenakles had been aiming for Black Sun Cult.
EDIT: Try to avoid mentally acknowledging the existence of the weird carrion, now that Mr. Bird has reminded me of it. Lightly shoo him if he tries poking at it.
That carrion is pretty dried up, probably no good anyways.
Once through the cloud wall it becomes dramatically evident as to why this place is called what it is. The landscape is that of an arid, rocky badlands, lacking all signs of life. Nothing but strange rock formations and dull tan sand and gravel. Nearby, maybe a few hundred feet away, is what looks like the entrance to an old mine, a square frame of wood jutting out of the ground. Above, the sky is a dark red, and hanging in the center of it is a black sun. It is massive, far larger than the sun on earth was, and fills much of the red sky. It seems to release a strange and painful light, which swells in an oil-on-water penumbra around it. You've been here only a few seconds and it already hurts.
Find a lamp shaped pebble or sand grain. summon a wish granting genie.
[6]
You summon a monkey's paw. Along with the monkey. It offers you 5 wishes and then punches you in the face.
"Eh, just repair yourself with the idol sand then, it'll work. Now then, where to go from here..."
"Where else should we try? This is no good. It's not like this place is too dangerous; we could roll back to that tree place?"
"Perhaps, but I find myself intrigued by this Divine Wasteland. The forest doesn't hold much for us beyond what we've already seen."
Xan vote for going to the Divine Wastes unless there's major objection?
The repair of the war beast results in....well. The flesh of the beast was never normal. Pseudo-flesh the engine spirit called it. But now it is something far weirder. The damaged parts regrow in pale albino white, and they squirm with obvious life. Faces, alien forms, all manner of people and creatures, minor gods and forgotten heros, squirm in that flesh, as though contained in a thin rubber shell, like a condom stuffed with maggots.
But the beast is healed at least and rises back to its feet. The structures that used to occupy its back are gone, burnt and smashed along with the supplies they held.
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