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“There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which taken at the flood, leads on to fortune. Omitted, all the voyage of their life is bound in shallows and in miseries. On such a full sea are we now afloat. And we must take the current when it serves, or lose our ventures”

The drop of blood from the Caretakers inhuman amber eyes fell onto the table, the words he spoke aloud as he read from Shakespeare now lost to him as his mind was no longer his own. The old book, Julius Caesar fell to the floor in a thunderous bump which awoke Emory Corrigan from his slumber. He turned to look at the porcelain white naked body that lay next to him. She had not stirred yet and he did not intend to wake her. Isa needed her sleep. Slipping out of bed, he pulled himself into the pair of jeans he had left on the floor and a t-shirt before picking up his wand and heading out into the Dormum to find the source of the sound. If this was Bunny messing around with her inventions he swore he was going to Fiendfyre the whole fucking thing down. Making his way into the main common room, Corrigan was greeted by the sight of the Caretaker, covered in blood.

[color=silver]“Bollocks”[/color] 

Jumping to action, the Welsh wizard hurried over to the Caretaker and placed his hands beneath the large man’s shoulders. [color=silver]“Come on, Caretaker. We need to get to the map. Don’t fight it, just let it happen and it’ll be over before you know it. I’m sorry I know it hurts”[/color]

Sound could not escape the Caretakers breathless lungs, his body shutting down from the pain that coursed through his veins like fire through a corridor. Once the pain reached his heart, that would be the end. With every second, his control waned. He could feel the strength of Master Corrigan carrying him towards the centre of the room. What happened next was always the same. His vision became blurred and he slipped into nothingness.

With a last ditch effort, Emory finally got the Caretaker to the other table and sat him on the chair. It was an old oak chair, the table top replaced with an enchanted map of the world. The blood from the Caretakers eyes dropped upon the map, which zoomed itself forward to America, then California and finally the city of San Jose. “…Winchester….” The unearthly voice whispered. The map reverted to world view as a few more drops hit the page, moving again to America but this time to a tiny town in Texas called Blue “…Candy Lady….” Reaching for his wand, Emory fired a simple light from its tip, a beacon to alert the other ORO members. They had work to do. 

Vision returned to the Caretaker, his body quivering from the pain. What had just occurred was scrying. It was an awfully dark piece of magic. Salty tears began to flow down the scarred visage of the lonely creature, mixing with the blood that had already escaped, the sting in his eye dreadful to the last. He could feel master Emory wiping his face with a hankerschief, truly beneath his broken exterior he was a kind man. “Thank you, sir” As his vision cleared, the Caretaker could see more of his dearest Regulators filling the room. Embarrassment and shame took hold, he got to his feet and bowed his head. “Excuse me” He hurried off down one of the many dark passages of the Mysterium Dormum.

Emory looked at the gathering Regulators with the exhausted look that he had perfected. [color=silver]”Alright ramblers, let’s get rambling. We got two hits”[/color][/center]