This is an oasis, an islet of light in the endless void of dark that surrounds us. I fear that this slipshod town will not last, and we are mere days away from drowning in the deep.Teuxlik, or translated literally: "Deephome," is a small settlement within the depths of Tchaoxlik built by refugees from The Devouring of Lliaq and other settlements consumed by Ytzkla soon after.
A Tenacious Existence
That horrid beast devouring our homes may well be able to chase us to the ends of the world— but I doubt even it can wriggle its way into the cracks below.Much of three-day trek south was spent looking over their shoulders as the beast failed to shrink in the distance. The group elected to forgo sleep, to ensure their safe passage. Some, claiming to hear a horrid, thunderous rattling in the dark passages through the Tchoul mesa and ran back to the ruined city— fearing more what lie ahead than behind. When they finally found their way to Tchaoxlik, these fears only got worse.
Our fuel runs low, fewer torches burn to save what's left, most now follow the front by holding onto clothes or hands. The darkness is deafening. Some claim to hear voices, and some even see things in the void— but I tell them we must steel ourselves and continue onward. Their hysterical screaming only worsens the nerves of the rest of us, we cannot go on like this.Shortly after the group stumbled upon their first zykeutuezyl— which were quickly taken to light the way as they trekked onwards, eventually finding a freshwater river upon the shores of which their meager materials were used to construct the town of Teuxlik.
Light is unfortunately scarce, some but not all of the town's residents have a zykeutuezyl by their side— however the glowworms needed to keep the small lizards alive and keeping the darkness at bay seem only farther and farther away as they are harvested.
Moss is grown and collected from the sides of the river, some tight passages have been converted into moss farms, navigated with a reinforced wagon made boat and scraped off the walls with spears. This moss, alongside the few insects that make their way inside it, is the settlement's only source of food.
Fighting for survival
What's worse, is that those who are outwardly sick or injured— and unable to aid the others in their survival— have been slowly disappearing. Many have considered leaving, but the monsters hunting in the dark cannot be easily kept at bay alone.
Hunting in the darkStrange, previously unheard of monsters hunt within the darkness.
The survivors living within Teuxlik try and band together to ward them off but every now and then they manage to break in— slowly but surely their population is dwindling.
Gracefully the river which Teuxlik is set alongside seems to not harbor any bloodthirsty creatures— yet— offering one less front to patrol.
Once slavesA trio of Gokh which had previously been slaves within Lliaq have been freed within Teuxlik, proving to be capable fighters and valuable members of the community.
Some still wish the hoofed people would go back to their chains, despite this— and their religious rituals have caused some to lash out in anger, forcing the trio to perform their rites elsewhere.
A vast network of caverns, spanning under almost half of Rqet.
Tchoul Salt Flats
A vast salt flat, harvested by the Lliaqeu and sold to the world at large.
Literally "dark madness", a mental illness which many exposed to complete darkness for extended periods of time succumb to.
Tchaoxlik Refugee Camp
A small camp created from the few remaining possessions of the survivors of Kleu's demise.