[Post Here First!] Northern Aozora Border

At first, the rustle in the tall forest grass seemed to be coming from an animal. But then the woman stood from her crouch, and instead of the deer they were tracking, her crude but ornate spear pointed at the start of what looked like a rudimentary trail.
Once all seemed clear, she'd step out from her position. Six, seven, and then eight others followed. Most were men, a few women, and all of them had cat ears and tails. Clad in light tribal garb and heavily marked and tattooed, each of them strode over to who seemed like the leader of the expedition, a young female with white hair, beads, and a flower in her hair.

The lead female looked right at them as they walked up the path. Rounding a corner, it would seem both parties would suddenly come within sight of one another. They'd have only a few seconds to see her close enough to make out any detail, as her young voice would suddenly chirp out to her comrades.

"Hiith, leshm mili! Gi mir!"

Straight at the soldiers they all ran, spears and slings at the ready. The vegetation nearby would rustle as several others, ten to fifteen tribesmen, came ambushing out of the bushes.

Yet unless the soldiers were particularly aware and acrobatic, they'd not feel the pain and pressure of life and death combat. As they were being rushed, the last thing they might see was a distant girl, kneeling in the bushes with a blowgun, before a painful dart might embed itself in their chests in rapid succession...

The dart contained the resin of some kind of psychedelic substance... in a matter of seconds, they'd feel their worlds fall into a swirling, spinning, kaleidoscopic nonsense. The sensation was chilling and perhaps even anxiety-ridden.. it was normal under such a state to feel as though one had permanently become whatever they were looking at, which swirled repetitively in their visions with the overwhelming sensation that they might be stuck like this forever. Terrifying as it might be, they would most likely be too stupefied to make much use of their muscles or speech as the salvinorin-A coursed through their veins.


It'd only be a few moments before they began to come to. Their wildly incoherent experience would involve being jostled about, sometimes violently, by the tribals who had appeared so suddenly. Once coherent, they'd find all their valuables missing, including their weapons.

The tribals would be gone.

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Approximately nine hours later, in the dead of the night, they'd be back. Whether it was the same few from earlier couldn't be determined in the darkness that they seemed so skilled in navigating. If there were no immediate responders, they'd continue past the border through the wilderness... and having watched the road, they'd gotten good at predicting any traffic.

They were careful to avoid sources of light. Provided there were no traps hidden from their superb ability to see in the dark, they'd carry on through the border.

Zagarus sat atop a nearby forested mountain, cross legged, meditating under a darkened sky. The moon and stars were out in full force, and he had stopped for the night during his long journey to a rumored region to the east, the World's Scar. Last time he had seen those lands, little more than the ruins of a lost civilization and the most terrifying of monsters could be found.
Then, in the pass below, he could hear the rapid movement of people through the woods. The cause wasn't hard to discern; the ground vibrated with each step of the massive, partly glowing arachnid monster that was so big, it very well might have been unaware of the human activity below.

"Hmm..?"
He stood up. There, standing atop a rocky outcrop near the summit of a mid-sized peak, a slightest alteration in the natural breeze would stir...

The arrow flew true, however this creature was not typical of most beasts where the underbelly was it's vulnerable point! No, this creature had evolved to have it's underside be its strong point, covered in hard chitin plates! The arrow plinks off the armor and has no effect on the Harvestman other than giving the feeling of a tick biting it. Though the underside was armored, there were still gaps in the chitin and areas of the underside that were not armored, such as were the eggs are.

The Harvestman continued to march through the forest behind the outriders.

Aesath was looking for a new place to mooch off of reside after Aaedan got infested by zombies and sent from his small cavern, er, Cascabel's cavern. Under normal circumstances he would be worried for where she was, but he knew her too well. She was smarter than him, and perhaps physically stronger aswell. If he was able to escape, she definitely got away from those evil zombies.
She must've had the eggs as well, for when he revisited the cave, they were gone, with no sign of egg-smashing. But none of that stopped him from worrying, she was out there, somewhere, alone.

He flew over Aozora's meager gates and walls, hopefully he was high enough the guards would mistake him for a massive shiny eagle....

Ram Jam and Hansel von Dietzhoff would arrive at the border, where the soldiers had their run-in with the Keata Tribe. He crouched down by the location where the two men had fallen over when they were being robbed. He took note of the residual signs of footprints and how many there were of different size. He'd then move to the edges of the path, looking for more signs. Ram had learned that there was no creature that was untrackable, everything left a trail, no matter how small. "Well it looks like a few of them were sitting in wait over here from these crushed leaves, they likely had the majority of their force hidden while a few were in plain sight."