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The mood of the warehouse certainly got heavier as more and more Flame Haze arrived under the the same premise as Farris. If the Flame Haze leadership judged this to be a case serious enough to merit such a huge task force, probably most of the Flame Haze here didn't knew where they got themselves. Anyway, thanks to the timely arrival of the Biter of Torturous Wilt and her bartending skills things got under control again. It was about time they began the meeting anyway, which Chiara did by positioning the first laptop over a barrel and turning it on.

[color=violet]"Well then, Chiara, no sense in waiting for the lagers. We're just sitting ducks here without Boston's Tessera, after all."[/color] Seere said, tipping his hat while resting his back against a support beam. Just about this moment, the sound of light rain hitting the metallic roof of the warehouse began to heard, it seems that the weather was about to take a turn for the worse. Perfect for the grim statement they were about to do.

[color=palegreen]"I guess that you're right, every second we lose more lives could be lost."[/color] Chiara clasped her hands, looking glad that the laptop worked well and the connection to the address they were given was functional. As soon as the audio-chat got up, Chiara said [color=palegreen]"First, we'd like to thank you all for your cooperation on this sudden call, the Flame Haze leadership will not forget it. While I'd like to be able to spend the proper time with introductions, I fear that we must hurry. The only name we'd like to introduce is the only representative of the Boston Outlaw post, Anonymous Millennium Upstart Pretender, who's with us via... hmm, modern means, I think?"[/color] Chiara pointed to the laptop, a thing that most Flame Haze weren't used to see on their everyday lives, with a wry smile on her face, since she couldn't explain it very much better than anyone else here, hopefully AMUP could do it, since he was listening to everything.

[color=palegreen]"I believe everybody knows the reason why we were called here, but let me explain again. For the past six months, ever since April 30th, Boston has been the target of the Weaver of Dreadful Legends, Shitiri, a powerful Crimson King who caused many tragedies in the past. She has been consuming Power of Existence at an alarming rate and, right now we believe that at the very least one and a half million residents of Boston have been converted into Torches by her. We don't know what the Weaver has in mind with such a hideous act, but no matter what it is, we must stop it, at this rate half of Boston's population will be turned into Torches by the night of Halloween in two weeks."[/color]

[color=violet]"To turn what's bad into worse"[/color], Seere said, exchanging places with Chiara, [color=violet]"We still don't know where Shitiri is hiding herself but based on the pattern of the attacks we can be sure of one thing. She's leaving those Torches with far too much spare Power of Existence. It's almost as if the Weaver didn't wanted them to be snuffed out so soon. For what reason, though it's still a mystery. But there are many small fry denizens that have come to the city to try and take advantage of the Weaver's 'screw up', or so they think. To sum it up, the city is a zoo and we are the wardens, we can't screw up on this one."[/color]

Just as Seere finished his portion of the briefing, Chiara exchanged places with him again, [color=palegreen]"Anyone got questions? The Millennium Pretender, might be able to answer most things related to Boston, if you wish to ask. Or if any of you has any extra information you may want to share, please do so. Bu-"[/color] Chiara's speech was cut short by the boom of a thunder, causing her to recoil instinctively at the sudden intrusion. Just at this moment, the cawing of a raven perched on one of the warehouse's skylights could be heard for a moment, before it flew off.

[color=steelblue]"Hmm... do any of you think that there was something strange with that bird? Most birds would avoid going out during a night like this one, yet..."[/color] Crokel said introspectively, just as Farris was still waiting for a good chance to speak. Perhaps, something was about to happen?
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