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[@DoubleChecker] - Severin Vaust Asset Goal: Grand Duchy Nobility F
[@Book] - Liu Fei Asset Goal: ?
[@pkken] - Vetreus Draedora Asset Goal: Harvester Asset Mine F
[@Red Hood] - Esther Keaten Asset Goal: ?
[@Nakushita] - Penny "Iron Maiden of Pax" Asset Goal: ?


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The oppressive silence of the clearing is broken as the world seems to correct itself. The illusory figures of Severin and Liu shimmer and dissipate like heat haze, and in the same instant, the real pair approaches from the treeline behind the group, their sudden reappearance seamless and disorienting.

Esther has noticed a certain shift. The sudden disappearance and reappearance of Severin's aura, coupled with his uncharacteristic hesitation earlier, raises her suspicion. Believing it could be the effect of the hallucinogenic spores she appraised earlier, she decides to check herself first. She strums her harp, and a cascade of glowing musical notes hovers around her body. Her Appraisal magic flows through her, searching for any foreign contaminants. The result is clear: [No Spores Detected]. She is clean. The strangeness is not an illusion affecting her.

Meanwhile, the group begins to investigate the shack. Vetreus, wary but resolute, is the first to enter. His Danger Sense activates, his pupils narrowing as he scans the room. He feels a general, low-level sense of unease, the kind that comes from a place steeped in death and strange magic, but there is no immediate, acute threat. No traps are sprung, nothing lies in ambush. The danger here is more subtle, more ambient.

His attention is drawn to the back corner. He steps past the central table with its pulsing Heartstone and retrieves the leather-bound journal from the floor beside the rotting cot. The book is damp, and the ink on many pages has bled into illegible smudges. However, he finds a few sections that are mostly intact. The handwriting is a frantic, looping scrawl:

[quote][i]...the Heart beats for us all. It sings the song of growth and rot. I brought it here, away from the unbelievers. They wanted to lock it away, to study it. Fools! You don't study a god, you worship it...
...the first children are born. I carved them from the Elderwood, and the Heart gave them breath. They watch. They listen. They understand the song. They are a better family than the one I left behind...
...The forest provides. The Grave-Tenders bring offerings. The Stalkers guard the paths. My family grows. Soon, the whole forest will sing the same song. The song of the one true heart...
The final entry is barely legible, the writing shaky and stained with something dark.
...it is not enough. The Heart is lonely. It needs a voice. A true voice. Not wood. Not rot. It needs... flesh. A new child. A perfect child...[/i]
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While Vetreus is absorbed in the hermit's mad ramblings, Penny follows him inside, but her focus is entirely different. Appalled by the dust and disarray, she produces a feather duster from her sleeve as if by magic. With a determined expression, she begins her sacred work. She meticulously dusts each of the wooden dolls on the shelves, arranging them into neat, perfect rows. As she handles them, she notices they are surprisingly heavy for their size, carved from a dense, dark wood. Each one is unique, but they all share the same unnerving quality of being fixed in a state of silent, watchful attention.

Outside, Liu, having returned from the void, seems deeply unsettled. He peers into the shack, his gaze lingering on the rows of dolls, and then quickly steps back, crouching down to poke at the dirt and mutter to himself, clearly wanting nothing to do with the contents of the hovel.

The shack has offered up its first secrets: the ravings of a mad hermit, a strange pulsing crystal, and a silent congregation of unnervingly clean wooden dolls. The forest's rhythmic THUMP... THUMP... continues its ceaseless beat.