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[color=bc8dbf][h3][center]~Charlotte LaChance~[/center][/h3][/color]
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The first thing Aislinn would notice even before her eyes adjusted to the dim light, was how quiet it was. There was nothing bubbling in the beakers, all of Charlotte's instruments were idle. Devoid of any of their usual noises. The next, would probably be the smell. Whatever Charlotte had previously been brewing had some foul odor to it. And as soon as her eyes adjusted, she'd spot Charlotte passed out on the floor.

On the table where she kept her things sat a beaker that contained the stone that the great mothers had given her in it, but it had been turned over. The clear liquid the stone was sweating off was slowly seeping into a puddle on the ground. If Aislinn rushed over to check on the alchemist, she'd notice shallow breathing, a high fever as well as the tattoos on her body glowing enough to indicate they were being used in some manner...but Charlotte had never actually managed to activate all of them, let alone even use them.