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[i][color=red]Seven embers burn away. Seven buildings lead the way. Seven coffins for seven strangers. Seven flowers for seven sinners.[/color][/i]

The mantra ringed in the man's head as he emerged a few paces behind the others, almost consumed by the treacherous mist. He had been there, appearing with the rest, a bouquet of white flowers, Lilies, clutched in his right hand. If not for the heavy, leather apron that he wore over his otherwise fine set of clothing, and the imposing hammer strapped to his back, the rather charming young man looked like he was dressed for a date.

[color=FF69B4]"Sweet Harvest, my head feels like scrambled eggs on a smokin' hot skillet!"[/color] the young man hollered, rubbing his head with his empty hand, walking for the others with a dumbfounded smile on his face. His accent was... peculiar, to say the least, making the man look and sound like some sort of country bumpkin. His eyes scanned the others, having a particular interest in those whose less-than-human heritage showed so obviously.

[color=FF69B4]"I reckon we should hunker down somewhere an' get out of this mist soon. Between that an' those flower children laughing behind us, I'm startin' to get the heebie jeebies..."[/color] The craftsman added, stuffing the bouquet back in his pack, almost catching up the dwarf.

[color=FF69B4]"Heya, there, kid. What're you doing here all lost and by your lonesome? Ain't that axe too"[/color] He called to the short, stout figure, not catching a glimpse of his rather bearded face. [color=FF69B4]"Here, Boris'll you a hand with all that heavy gear o'yours."[/color]

With that being said, the craftsman whistled loudly, looking around the treacherous mist for this [i]Boris.[/i] And a moment later, the sound of stomping can be heard approaching the duo from behind. [url=https://img00.deviantart.net/2432/i/2013/075/7/c/mechanized_bull_skeleton_by_jbrenth-d5y8dur.jpg]Some sort of beast treaded forth from the mysterious mist.[/url] An amalgam of bone and steel, the beast, once making its way to the craftsman who had apparently summoned it forth, nodded its head, steam exhaling from its apparent nose.

[color=FF69B4]"Ah, thought I almost lost ya there! Gotta make sure you stay outta the mist over yonder, Boris. Might rust yer' gears and all..."[/color] The man had said to the beast formally known as Boris, petting its skull-for-a-head, before turning back to the dwarf and extending a hand to shake.

[color=FF69B4]"Th'names Jaxson Hammersworn, on the count of this big ol' hammer, 'ere. I fix things. You got a name, kid?"[/color]