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[h1][color=D2691E]Farim[/color][/h1]
[color=D2691E][b]Location:[/b] Deep within the Forest by Lover's Lake[/color] 
[color=D2691E][b]Time:[/b] Evening[/color]
[color=D2691E][b]Mentions:[/b] Torvi[@Tae], Roman [@Reusablesword], and John/Frederick [@Conscripts][/color]

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In the midst of the fight, there had been quite a few developments. Torvi latched onto Roman and gave him a fervent kiss, which at first puzzled Farim. [color=D2691E]"What in the-"[/color] He began to say out loud, but then he noticed the flicks of magical influence that began to work between the two. [color=D2691E]"So that is your game..."[/color] He finished his thought just as he saw the two men in black coats charging from the forest edge and began what could only be described as a dogpile on the man. The magic had already begun its influence on Roman - working to calm the raging man down from his frenzy. But once Farim saw the syringe, he sprung forward, calmly yet firmly gripping John's wrist before speaking to the man.

[color=D2691E]"Hello again, Doctor. It is fancy to be meeting you here. But I highly suggest we leave the artificial chemicals out of the equation here. Roman has drank something and we do not know how [i]that[/i] might interact with it. I think that woman and her fancy little trick might be plenty - if not, your friend bludgeoning him on the back of the head might push it over the edge."[/color] He stood there and turned, waiting for the rampaging bear-man to cease his fight, but something felt wrong. Roman was calming down, but it was almost as if something was building in intensity. [i]Something[/i] was growing in influence, the calm they experienced was merely before the storm that was about to erupt before their eyes.

As the strength and ferocity visibly left Roman's eyes and body, there were new forms that seemed to take shape. They were translucent, barely discernable to those that might not have partaken in the ritual prior, but still noticeable. Especially once they began their chorus of anguished screams and chastising. [color=crimson]"Interlopers! Deceivers! Thieves! You are all standing upon stolen and soiled ground!"[/color] The specters swirled around the group, as if to address each and everyone present - including Roman who was merely a conduit for their emotional turmoil.

[color=crimson]"You do not BELONG HERE! Mankind, who steal our homes, desecrate our sacred rites, and corrupt the very lands with your pig-filled notions of GREED AND GLUTTONY! The ancestors SHAME you all for your [b]abhorrence[/b]. Leave this place! The ancestors wish to [b]never see your kind again[/b]! REFLECT on your SORRY SELVES that you may learn the torment and anguish you inflict upon us all!"[/color]
It was then that those who are more attuned to the spirits of the dead would notice a figure standing before Farim - the shape of a lone man with arms outstretched as if to shield Farim from the unknown threat. Farim looked concerned at this figure, but kept his mouth shut in front of the oncoming tirade of the displeased souls.

Just then, the spirits began to writhe and swirl around in the clearing, prompting some more supernatural events to occur in the physical realm. Trees groaned as if being pushed by strong wind. The earth shook slightly from the fury of the dead. The wails of those past filled the ears of those who could hear. Then as their wrathful tempest reached its climax, they returned to the source of their increased hold on the living world - Roman - and returned through him back to the "other side". The man, now kneeling, would only stare agape at Torvi as the spirits flew into him, and as if they were taking his ferocious bear-like form with them, he began to return to his normal state before collapsing in a heap on the ground.

There was a palpable and almost gut-wrenching silence that followed as things began to finally settle. The apparition near Farim had vanished, and he walked over to Torvi and Frederick and sighed, his words that came next mainly directed to the woman. [color=D2691E]"Look. I am sorry to be rushing things. But I originally came looking for my cousin, if you know where he is, please tell me. Otherwise, I will go look for him so I can return to our lodging with our friends. I think we have had quite the night already."[/color] He looked at Dr. John, finally letting go of his hand and asking him a brief question as well. [color=D2691E]"And good doctor. Did you happen to see the state of things back at the ritual site? Annie and her friends were dealing with some guards - has everything settled? I would like to find her too and bring her back home if possible."[/color]

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