Board Thread:Off-Topic Discussion/@comment-28009263-20170702193612/@comment-29637681-20171101045147

Eh, forget it. Just say flaming tar.

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He's not here.

After some confusion the group continues on again. Lucious is conversing with Lecias about their similar names and all the stuff that went down recently. Logmor is forced to carry the three scorpions, who have gotten tired of walking. Visory tries to dig up grubs under the ground, but can't. Glory is admiring the lava-covered ridge. Cinder's mumbling something about zombies, and Adder's really wishing for some water. Wraak keeps complaining about the heat.

"When can we get there?"

"WE GET THERE WHEN WE GET THERE!" The heat's seriously driving Adder crazy. "Once we leave this place I'm moving to the Mountains of Nothingness; at least it's cold there."

"What are you complaining about?" Cinder nudges him. "It's only about 105 degrees Fahrenheit or something! Well, really, it's probably supposed to be really cold, except the clouds and carbon dioxide everywhere trap heat and make it really hot, but otherwise it's really nice weather."

"Ugh...Je te déteste tellement.(Ugh...I hate you so much.)"

They pass burnt down trees with glowing sketches scratched into their sides. One such tree has the face of a Dilophosaurus. Another has the face of a Shunosaurus. Then a Ceratosaurus. Then another Dilophosaurus. And then a Sinraptor.

They continue past them and reach the Shadowlands. Immediately a chill befalls the area. The sky swirls with blue clouds and thunder. Electric crystals fly around with reckless abandon. Ruins are seen in the background. Ceratosaurus and Tarbosaurus gather along the mountaintops.

This is the Shadowlands.