Tarnish's pale gold body rushed past Rake without even a hello, which was... fair enough. Rake had hardly managed to say anything before he'd rushed for him, in that castle on the moor, when he was clad in stone. Prism wound himself through the doorway not long after, and Rake recalled something. "Prism? Are you busy, now?" Prism looked mildly surprised to be addressed, having been staring fixed at the stranger, Foxglove, across the space with clear bemusement. "..Mhm...

"HEY COURSER." Tarnish had done this song and dance before, and flicked his tail, talking to Prism. "Keep going, and ignore them." He was depositing Prism back at the Gray wings headquarters - or hopefully very soon, on the way to do so, then he could see about collecting Ken from whatever odd dangerous corner he'd wandered off to. "HEY, DON'T IGNORE ME, BONE MAN-" "DON'T IGNORE ME, EITHER, GO...

"Hello Terrence!" Terrence's face managed to go sort of pale, a feat Tarnish filed away in their brain for later, as both turned to see the source of the voice - not that they didn't recognize it. Prism. How had he got down here himself-? It was unclear. ... Tarnish shared a look with Terrence, and grasped the shaft of his spear in his teeth, pointing it directly at Prism's chest - Prism pausing in his advance, looking more bewildered than threatened. "....

Prism was back at the "trap" room (as Tarnish had marked it on the map back at home), of course. There were a lot of bones in there! He and Tarnish had hardly made a dent, so he'd returned with a small draggable cart he could in theory stuff more of them into on his own. The treasure, on it's perch, was once again ignored. A spinal column in his teeth, Prism hummed happily and dragged it over to the cart, stuffing it in, and skipping back over to the pit of bones to collect a rib cage....

A collection of discarded barding saw Prism rummaging in it, ignoring the armor even if the condition was good. He was on the hunt for bones, and had found one or two so far - but overall it was not a terribly successful measure. He sighed in aggitation, shoving some of it with a hoof. He paused, and leaned to peer at an unusual sight, brows furrowed. Armored beetles were doing as those species usually did - clashing their 'horns', and flinging eachother about. Their chitin, however, g...

Your way forward looks clear at first glance, but a look at the cave ceiling reveals hundreds of bats inverted in slumber.They might be harmless Painted Bats, but they could also be blood-sucking Draculas. What do you do? Molly and their newfound travel companions, managed to work their way throw the twists and turns of the overgrown caverns. Furrowing their brows and getting frustrated at the large flora that j...