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[color=f14a83]Location:[/color] Primary Artificer Laboratory
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[color=f14a83]Skills:[/color] N/A
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[color=F739D7]“We still do not understand - why does this happen in a cave? Is there water like the one we explored with our Dewdrop, remember!”[/color] Dysphoria asked Finley excitedly. [color=F739D7]“Is an anchor like us, a way where we all get mixed together? But the Woodling does not like [i]mixing[/i]. I do not know about the other two. Do you two like mixing?”[/color] Dysphoria asked Frankie and Annika. 

[color=f14a83]"I do not think Franklin enjoys mixing. He is friends with Constance. She definitely does not enjoy mixing.”[/color] Fin told Dysphoria. They tapped their chin, thinking. 

[color=f14a83]"Hmm, if this is a way to tie ourselves together as a group, or keep a part of ourselves as a beacon to this world, I do believe there is something I can do with blood magic. Now I have no actual experience with using talismans of such make, but I do know that it is possible. There are items such as a Babylon candle, which require blood to be mixed with the candle.”[/color] Finley had never made such items before, but knowing that it was something that existed made the possibility a tangible thing. 

[color=f14a83]"Gold and silver are not a danger to me.”[/color] Finley gave Annika an appreciative nod. Then Finley looked around the room, trying to find a station that called to them, that they thought they could make a blood artifact with. 

Dysphoria nodded along with Finley's assessment of their classmates and looked around them. [color=F739D7]“The making of things is strange. It took us some time to understand why everyone did not just use their fluids, but I have been told humans do not have the same flexibility as us. Your objects are strange. Fun, but strange, and so I think Darling, your blood magic might be better as a core. Like a brain in a skull - crunchy and tasty on the outside, but yummy and soft on the inside.”[/color]

[color=f14a83]"Mmm brains.”[/color] Finley murmured in agreement. They had been denied such delicacies because it ‘was illegal’ for some reason. 

[color=f14a83]"Ohh yes, good idea. If everyone does part of the design and inside of it, I place the blood of each of us, this would be a strong anchor. One that each of us has worked on. That would be strong.”[/color] They looked over at the others. Finley had some knowledge of Rohan’s talents, and sort of knew Franklin’s; Annika had given them some idea. 

[color=f14a83]"We should design a couple of options.”[/color] They nodded. 


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[color=D8BFD8]Location:[/color] Room 12
[color=D8BFD8]Grimoire:[/color]
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Connie gave Croan a slight glare as he said her name wrong. But she was already starting to turn over the question in her mind. 

Connie chewed on her lip; she hadn’t noticed that she was shaking her hands. This thing, the curse, needed more magic. It was feeding on ambient magic and on that from those who spent too long in its presence. That’s why the others went mad. She quickly wrote her thoughts down. 

[color=D8BFD8]"It eats magic. It needs the extra magic for a reason. Most curses, once cast, are self-sustaining enough or burns through whatever magic was used, and then it is over. This has lasted for decades. Others who have spent time around it have gone mad. I had hoped to find observations or notes from previous students who worked on this, but there wasn’t anything in the library.”[/color] 

She watched Jake as he ignored Croan’s admonitions. He was angry, which was a new emotion from him. Connie tilted her head, watching him. Could she? If this person were still alive, could she bring them back? Could her ability to transmute stone to flesh save him? Or would it just eat her magic and drain her? She wrote her thoughts, her questions, her worries. 

In her opinion, Croan wasn’t trustworthy. She wished that she could trust that he had their safety in mind. She didn’t know if he would give her an honest and true answer if she asked him a question. This was the real reason she was upset about being in his cohort. He would consider it [i]interesting[/i] if one of them died. That left Barty as the next-most-knowledgeable person in the room. She knew he was educated and doubted he would watch her die for his own interest.  

[color=D8BFD8]"Barty, you have heard the stories about this. Do you have more history, real history, than I do? What have previous cohorts done, do you know?”[/color]