Egress Unveiled - The Order ft Ga’Morkt n Oremizume

After the Khaldor gave them the permission to leave, Oremizume and Ga'Morkt moved to the next "target": the Order Clan.

The pinkish vayron had tried to ask some of the Keepers what they were like, but those book-mouses looked alarmed and even scared, not answering.

"Huff. I don't like this smell."

Now, they are walking towards the cave-territory of the Order. The air smells of dust, and it is cold. Very cold. He snorts, glancing at Ga'Morkt, and then looking at the Haedians that are escorting them to the other territory.

They look ready to bolt at any time, which is not reassuring. At all. Oremizume tries to smell the air, but as always, down there his nose doesn't work. Too much... "Closed" air. He is used to the desert, where yes, there can be dust, but there is also wind. Warm wind.

The vayron flicks his ears, slowing down a bit.

He can see the Haedians looking at every rock and shadow with terrified expression, so he decides to speak about it.

"You keep fidgeting. Cold, perhaps?"

He asks the two Haedians, two females that were most likely twins, gray and bluish. They both jump at the question, looking ashamed.

That is not something that Oremizume likes to see. 

"...What are you hiding?" He growls, trying to be intimidating, even if he is two heads smaller than both. They keep their mouth shut unfortunately. Oremizume bristles, annoyed with the fact that he has so much trouble looking tough in the Beneath, as he is smaller and wingless.

"Should I ask my DEAR friend Ga'Morkt to ask it again?"

He looks at the Empyrian, hoping to use his big creepy smile to scare an answer out of the two Keepers.

Usually, Ga'Morkt would gladly oblige in creeping out some pathetic little softies. Now, however, he stares ahead looking alert, tall ears on the swivel, his entire body rigid with apprehension as he crawls alongside the others.

He can feel that something is coming and, even though he knows it will be the Brutes, he senses that this experience is going to be different than all the rest. 

"Quiet, Oremizume," he warns in a low growl, his spine bristling. "We're going to find out soon enough.."

Oremizume flinch, hearing his growl. The two Haedians turn tail and run, as if there are Zataros trying to hunt them like rabbits.

That makes him raise his hackles: he didn't think about the possibility of meeting a Zataro down there. Were they going to meet one, they would be in deep trouble. After all, they do not know how close is the Order clan, and the Keepers have already ran away.

"...What do you hear?"

Oremizume asks, in a low whisper. He is kind of afraid now, and he feels like he'd prefer handling those slugs at the druids instead of going forward.

His round ears flicks, as his eyes dart around.

The vayron can feel the pressure of someone watching them. But then, why nobody is approaching? Are they waiting for something?

"Do you still have your... Magic breath?"

Mort wasn't surprised when the Keepers dart away. They were eager to abandon the pair of adventurers before the escort started! 

At Oremizume's question, a crackle of static creeps along Mort’s black body and he responds, "Always."

"I wouldn't do that," Elysion's deeper voice resonates in the dank cavern, making the empyrian's spine bristle even more. 

It was easy to forget that Forgotten has been following them this whole time. 

"Yeah yeah," Ga’Morkt rolls his eyes and sucks his teeth shaking off the static, "I'm not stupid. Just.. prepared."

Oremizume frowns when he hears Elysion voice.

"Oh, why not? Do you know something we do not?"

The vayron hisses, clearly annoyed by the situation. He doesn't like to be in the dark about things, and with that atmosphere of anxiety, coldness and everything, he is already on edge.

Grumbling he makes a few steps, and nearly gets crushed by a very big, very old and very angry Haedian.

He? He, probably, is a dark, deep red, with black stripes all over his body. The newcomer looks like he would rater kill them all instead of speaking like a civilized reosean.

"Do you walk in the shadow of Oris?"

Oremizume nearly has a heart attack. He never, ever studied anything religion-related. Too busy surviving, hunting and trying to land a job to do that. And, he was never interested in it.

But, now he really regret not opening a single book, as he knows basically nothing about Oris.

The old Haedian waits, impatient, with his tail flicking back and forth and his shoulders tight and ready to strike.

The Pinkish vayron looks at Ga'Morkt, in hopes that he can do something about it.

He sure doesn't want to be killed by asking who is Oris.

Both Mort and Elysion fall silent and halt their steps before they come face to face with the intimidating Order haedian. 

The dark empyrian faces off with the head of the group, standing a whole head and shoulders larger by comparison.

“I am the shadow,” he rumbles, showing his pointed teeth.

Elysion’s glowing eyes dart from the bold figure of Mort standing with his nape bristled down to Oremizume, and back up to the cloaked and chained figures of the Order. He knows that this group claims to stand near the Matriarch, so they are not to be trifled with- but this path is not his to walk. He must let these outsiders learn for themselves.

Oremizume looks at Ga'Morkt, as he rumbles his answer. He is not really sure that is the right answer, but when the older Haedian looks at him, the vayron gulps.

He looks very old, very big and very murderous. 

'...Er, this is not going to end well.'

He thinks, giving a disappointed look at Elysion. They even helped the Forgotten Clan, he should have told them how to avoid angering the Order!

Oremizume shifts on his paws, slowly moving behind the "shadow", Ga'Morkt.

"Uhm... I think we might need that sparkly stuff soon."

He says, looking at the order's Haedian: they have their answer now.