West of Paloria's great mount, lava flows steadily downhill, carving valleys and mountains. Toxic gas clings heavily to the fiery air, making life impossible among the red peaks and black valleys. An average figure walks through the obsidian fields, walking stick in hand, unaffected by the poison in the air. This creature explored slowly the rocky new world he was in. The elderly humanoid with massive canine jaws climbed a peak, and saw the blue horizon against the black, ashen overcast released by the volcanoes. South and North the air was cleaner, but he would continue east, toward the source of the fire and magma.
It would take a bit of time, but time is all H'mog had. In fact, he now made a point to take as long as he could in a place before moving on. He was not sure when he'd find a place he could stay in. Ahead of him, a dragon flew. He knew of Paloria from awakening. And another called Hakku, and two more after that... but that's all.
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Dymos wandered south, to black mountains and forests that are emerald even in the snow, to find the Lech have had difficulty settling here. He would be angry, but in the grand scheme of things, the Lech are unimportant. It was quiet here. Dymos began to sit as he was alerted to another scream! He bound to the source, but on the way found something to give him pause... Lech being nomadic. These workers should always have a queen to direct them, and a hive built in this lush area. These had neither. And they were talking! Dymos began to worry now. He did not design them to do this, unless their hive itself was lost...
He traveled back to the orange plains, were these lech seemed to come from. farther still he tracked there trail to the red desert. Their he found the dead tower; and a crushed colony, queen included. Dymos was confused, and let out verbally "What could have caused this?"