Tchaoxlik Refugee Camp
Slipshod shelters are strewn about, children cry for parents who are either gone, or missing. We are at our wits end— stumbling blindly in the dark for hope.Following the destruction of Kleu, those with the luck and speed with which to escape did so by running deep into the mazelike mines dug into the town's red cliffs.
The Rumoured Cavern
Armed with only the sparse supplies they were able to carry— and what lay in the section of the mines accessible to them— there was little in the way of infrastructure that could be assembled. Some were bold enough to pry supporting beams from the walls of the mineshafts for use both as construction material— and as fuel for fires. Others used loose stones, or limestone formations, to prop blankets and other linen above their heads to keep the steadily dripping water off themselves. Many, however, go without shelter, and sleep along the cold stone floor. Zilocalca is still alive is unknown. What Macu and the other survivors do know, however, is that their supplies cannot last forever. Even if the mosses and lichens which grow alongside the lake are edible— their sources of light are finite.
Even more worrying, is the thought that they will need to move, eventually— as they know not whether the Ytzklaponeu would give up their targets so easily. Some survivors speak of whispers and strange things in the dark— the children uncharacteristically refrain from wandering too far, speaking in fear of ethereal beings— and tension is high for all.
Surely, there must be others out there. Surely, there is an escape from the cold, damp darkness encroaching upon them as supplies dwindle?
A small mining village nestled into the red walls of Cipou Canyon, most of which is in ruin.
A vast network of caverns, spanning under almost half of Rqet.
Foreman of Kleu's mines, who lost his arm years ago but cannot remember how— and neither can anyone else.