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[hr][center][color=298e25]Location[/color]: The Feasting Hall, Strange Academy
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Rohan was a paranoid man. Literally jumping at shadows aside, anything down here could kill someone more power than him. Better witches and warlocks and magicians were taken by weaker forces for their mistakes. He didn’t dare let himself be [i]slow[/i/] to react down here. He kept his eyes mobile while the others hemmed and hawed about the wall there the trail was the strongest. Connie managed to turn the wall into paper, and they got it open. Good.

They stepped inside, and Rohan hung back just enough to not be inside the room. He looked over Cassie’s shoulder, and…

Yeah. There it was. Whoever it was, anyway. Rohan didn’t recognize the face on it. Some dark-skinned guy, and no body to be seen. The head wasn’t too damaged. No signs of disfigurement, it hadn’t been burned, or impale. It was easy to assume the head was taken off nice and simple. Perhaps with a bladed weapon of some kind. That came with its own implications.

[color=298e25]”Damn,”[/color] Rohan commented, flatly.

Rohan looked around the room, keeping behind Connie and Cassie. Root trotted forward, stopping at Cassie’s side. He made a cooing noise and bowed his wooden head slightly.

Rohan’s altered vision illuminated a few things. Inside the room, there was… Nothing. No mystic forces stood out. The head had no magic, no life left. It’d probably be rough trying to animate.

[color=298e25]”He can’t have been dead too long, but good luck rousing him. There’s nothing left but the flesh and bone. Probably a few hours ago, maybe longer.”[/color]

The brick-turned-paper wall glimmered with flecks of divine magic, the same magic that Connie [i]glowed[/i] with. He’d seen that before, there was something inherently “godly” about her spells and the source they were derived from. And… Something else. With his mask, Connie’s magic looked like flecks of golden light floating around her, flickering in and out. But there was something else there, too thin and transparent for him to see clearly.

And Cassie, meanwhile, was practically on fire. Red energy whirling around her like a tornado, like it was [i]alive.[/i] It looked like it was trying to take her over.

[color=298e25]”Don’t know if it’s normal for you, Cassie, but you’ve got a lot of magic around you right now.”[/color] He knew chaos magic was… Finicky, but he didn’t quite know what was normal amounts of finicky and what wasn’t. [color=298e25]”And something’s off with you, Connie. No idea what, but it's coming off you like your magic does.”[/color]

Did someone just behead him and leave it down here? [i]Why?[/i] Could it be that someone was luring something with it? Or was his body chopped up a lot more, and then shuffled around by this space?

Worse things could happen, at least.