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[Yue]

[attr="class","yuepost"]Here she was again, traversing into the ruins of her ancestors. Yue had gotten used to the layout of the place over her many times coming here, and has even disarmed some but not all the traps. Weaving in and out between some of the tall pillars that still stood she took a moment to stop and listen. The silence here was beautiful and it was something she quite often enjoyed. No chattering of her people, or arguments. Just silence, with the occasional rustle of the under brush or some birds flying around. She had actually found some interesting trinkets in a old room she had discovered. They were old and from the time that her ancestors lived here. Most was Moon Clan, just some little things. And she also found stuff from the Sun clan too.

Having tucked those away in her satchel bag, Yue was starting to head off. She had to get back to the village before nightfall otherwise she would never hear the end of her brothers worried and concerned words. So back tracking, Yue picked up her spear and then headed through another doorway. Wait. Had she already come through this doorway? Before she could turn around, there was a click and the ground opened up. Yue soon found herself falling down and landing with a hard thud below. Her spear had also left her grasp only to make a low rumbling noise as it reverberated off the ground. "Ow, ow ow. Damn. How did I miss that trap?" Another rumble then caught her attention from the area she had just fallen into. "That, can't be good. HELP! SOMEBODY HELP." She tried to move, but a sharp pain shot up from her right leg.

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[snowman]

Wesley wasn't really quite sure why he was in this place. He figured it was a curiosity that was peaked about this place among other things; that and he could find something that may hold some sort of value here with a measure of luck that he could use to trade. His instincts were telling him to take things extremely slow. He did not have a doubt in his mind that this place held treasures as well as a multitude of traps; knowing his luck he would trip a few of those and somehow survive. It made him wonder if his luck was only there just to torture and torment him considering all the crap he managed to survive up to this point in time.

He scoured the floor of the old room he was in, looking out for anything that may look out place. He saw a small statuette in the room, the sight of it set off alarms for him. Sure it was a old small statue, but it looked like it may have some value. He took careful steps as there would be few things waiting to kill him. So far the only thing he had to avoid was a few small foot sized tiles that was scattered around the room. He had a smile on his face when he reached the statuette without tripping a single trap, but when he lifted the statue up he saw the plate it was on rise. Ah, shit... Was the only thing that went through his mind when he noticed some small holes in the wall. He immediately fell backwards as some arrows or darts shot out at him.

"That's what I get for my smart thoughts... that was too close." He mumbled to himself as he slowly stood up, not sure if more of the projectiles was going to shoot at him. He put the small statue into his pack, carefully using jungle leaves to provide a small cushion if something was to happen. On his way out he grabbed some trinkets he missed on the way in. After he had just left the room when he heard a rumble from a little ways away from him, he was about to write it off when he heard a cry for help. Against his instincts and better judgement he rushed towards the noise.

As he rushed he felt/heard another rumble a bad feeling he had grew. He reached a doorway before quickly stopping to avoid falling into a pit. He looked down spotting a young woman, upon closer inspection she looked like she was a moon clansman. "H-hey are you alright?" He asked her as he set down his pack behind him. He spotted the spear down there with her. "Hey toss that spear up to me I will help you, q-quickly!" He called out to her, the distance between the pit and the ground floor. He could hold it as she climbed up; well that was if she could handle that much.