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[indent][indent][indent][color=gray][sub][right][color=dc143c][b]Location:[/b][/color] City Sewers -- The City-State of Thorinn, Aetheria[/right][/sub][/color]
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A scream cut through the air like a knife. The hairs on the back of Graves' neck stood on end, and a cold shock ran through his veins- excitement and anxiety in equal measure. He wasn't one to wait around and deliberate in these situations. No time for words, just feet hitting cold stone as he broke off into a sprint down the leftmost tunnel. 

He began to focus.

Prickles like a thousand tiny needles raced cross his flesh. His vision swam like a fogged up camera lens. A high-pitched, piercing noise reverberated into his ears and bounced around in his skull. Senses were shifting; adjusting to the environment. Too dark to see properly. Too many disparate smells to catch onto anything specific. Footsteps thundered and rat teeth chattered too loud. Block it out.

Before everything went to hell Graves had been a tracker by trade. He'd spent many a week following the trail of human and monster alike. Trained himself to see those subtle signs of a person passing through the brush. Learned how to distinguish one set of footprints from another. There were plenty of times where those techniques failed him, however, and he had to turn to magic.

You can blindfold him, plug up his nose and stuff his ears with cotton but he'll always know from whence the blood flows.

All his other senses fell away. He was left running in an ever expanding void, only dimly aware of each time his boots hit the floor. Time seemed to slow to a crawl as his perception of it twisted and warped. Graves could feel his lips moving- felt his throat rumbling with an incantation- but it never reached his ears. Unheard words left his mouth as a cloud of indescribable color. It expanded out into the black as a hundred outstretched hands, feeling through the nothing for a source of blood. Every single drop of it in thirty meters registered, bringing that bright crimson color into existence. It appeared in the dried up muck on a rat's back. It appeared on Graves' armor where he was last injured. It appeared in the corpses his party had left in their wake.

[i][color=dc143c]'Fuck, come on! Where? Where are you?'[/color][/i]
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