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Heinrich, being unsuccessful in finding the glyph upstairs, had returned downstairs to regroup with those of the party. He was relieved to not have the banshee outside screeching every few seconds l, but he still knew that they had to get out of the manor somehow. “Unfortunately, the glyph is not upstairs, as far as I know, but I believe we-,” Heinrich was talking as he turned to enter the kitchen before stopping at the sight of those who had torn down a stone wall.

What are you all doing?,” was all he could manage to say, unnoticing of the unknown creature that they were trying to find.

Elias looked back briefly to see the mage now standing behind him surveying the scene. “We’ve found something hidden in the wall,” Elias muttered still shaken from the banshees outside. “Not entirely sure how it ended up there, but it seems to be rather weak. It’s stuck under rubble. You can hear it’s cries,” Elias said as he motioned for Heinrich and the others to quiet down. The whimpering of the beast continued, but the raspy cries seemed a bit more agitated now. As if it knew it was being watched.

The young lad looked at Elias with confusion before he heard the weeping of the creature, his hand instinctively went the holy of his rapier as he looked towards the rubble. He silently nodded before nervously taking a few steps toward the group and awaited to see what the creature under there exactly was.

With a flick of her wrist the songblade hummed softly, but Anwyn still held it out as Elias crept towards the whimpering being. The Siren wasn't all too sure that the creature under the rubble was a Banshee, however she held her tongue as her ward inspected the crumbled wall. "Careful." She called out instinctively. As he took a step she did too, blade at the ready in case whatever was beneath the brick attacked. Anwyn began to roll her wrist softly, the songblade humming a deep tune.

It was a the beginnings of a Horrid Song. It's tune, however, was soft, and not the eerie melody the Songblade would emit to cause it's true effects. Instead it would only frighten whatever the creature was under the rubble to point of uncertainty. She could hear its agitation in its whimpering and the last thing Anwyn wanted was for it to act on it's fears. Taking another step closer now closer to the creature than Elias was, blade still at the ready, the Siren stuck out her foot and made an attempt to push off a portion of the wall that laid atop of the possible Banshee.

The shriek, as weak and hushed as it was, that followed Anwyn’s song was evidence that the creature was in fact a banshee. It squirmed with relief as a piece of the rubble that bore down on its abdomen was kicked away. From her vantage point Anwyn could see that chunks of wood impaled the Banshee, and upon looking up to find a source of the debris pieces of what looked to have been a staircase hung from what seemed to be a hidden door.

It was clear that the banshee was of little immediate threat to the party given its state, but even still Anwyn like the other mages could feel a power stemming from the monster. It was tied to this place in some way. This was no doubt the creature mentioned in the note that Heinrich found. The author of the note, Edward Frey, had undone himself in the study to avoid the beast’s wrath. Come to think of it, given the position of the room it looked as if what was left of the staircase led up towards the study. There was no easily visible door from what Heinrich and Rose had inspected, but there was likely no other possible room this room led to.

Elias looked the banshee over from behind Anwyn before giving a wince in discontent. “Easy to see why it was crying, now.” He let out a sigh. “But, banshees are typically far more hostile...territorial. Thus wee beast can hardly muster a grunt.” Looking to Anwyn Elias put a hand on her shoulder before brushing past the siren. “Nice work, lass.” He muttered. “What do you lot propose?” He said as he crouched down closer to the banshee. It let out soft growls in protest. “Most assured way to rid oneself of a banshee’s company is by fire,” the warden thought for a moment before continuing. “I hope you’re all keeping note of the wisdom I’ve been imparting,” he remarked with a playful sort of cynicism.

He ran a finger over some of the cuts that lay upon the banshees crusted skin. It felt rough to the touch, as if the creature had been victim to a fire. It winced to each touch, and let out soft hisses. “Looks like someone tried that already. Possibly, what cost these poor people their lives.

Seeing the state of the thing, Heinrich released his grip on his blade before approaching the group in full, it was helpless though it was tied to this place in some horrid way. He crouched down next to it to study it, his crimson eyes going over the skin of the creature and watching it hiss at Elias and it seemed that Heinrich was almost curious to study it further. However, given the current circumstances he could not do such a thing as he had bigger priorities, such as finding the glyph. One of his eyebrows raised itself, before he spoke, “I am wondering if this thing may be our way out of here. The glyph that is holding the magic seal over this place may be on it. Though if we have to kill it, that would mean we would lose the chance to study it closer.

Heinrich’s hand grasped the arm of the banshee, not aggressively or in a way that would otherwise cause it much distress, but rather gingerly. Raising it closer to his eyes to try and make out anything on it that would match some form of old elvish glyph. His motions constantly twisting and moving the armor until he was satisfied that he could not find something that would release them, “This may be one of our only chances to study one up close, or even bring it back alive for study.

No,” Elias protested with a sudden harshness. “We were instructed to bring hollow corpses back as your first blood hunt.” He rose from his squatted position. “That’s what we’ll do; find whatever mark you need and be done with the creature.

Unfortunately there were no markings to be found on the beast. Even if there had been it was likely that it was seared off along with most of the banshee’s flesh. It continued its soft hissing far too weak to give any stronger contention. Though Heinrich was still relatively green to blood magic he knew enough to know that killing the source of the spell could break its hold. Without sign of the blood glyph perhaps Elias’ solution was an alternative.

We need to find a solution to breaking whatever curse binds us to this manor.” Elias stepped out of the kitchen, and through the dining room. He made his way towards the bedroom along the same wall as the kitchen. The party could hear him rumbling through furniture, and saying curses all the while.




Heinrich was unconvinced by Elias’ words, looking up at the people around him before he stated, “We cannot just leave it here, something in me says we should take it with us.” The nobleman seemed oddly empathetic as he spoke softly so that Elias would not hear these words any further, looking at the banshee as it softly hissed at him. He was not sure if these creatures were capable of higher thought, especially since all they cared for was crying and screaming it seemed though his curiosity towards such a prospect was there, even though he had no clue why. In the past, he never would have cared about what these things would have had to offer, it was a newer development much alongside his red eyes.

The lad’s eyes shifted towards the red tome that he had strapped to his side, feeling the magical power trapped within though hidden from the world. Heinrich let out a sigh before taking a step away from the weak creature, almost feeling a twinge of pity for it, looking away and going to lean against the far wall. He began to contemplate what to actually do as he knew that they had to stick to their job of getting these corpses as their blood hunt, but a banshee for study is by far more useful than some dead and rotting husks. “We could try an Erasure Ward, that may dampen the spell enough for us to leave.”

That was when Rose stepped down into the cellar, pistol in hand.. “I think the thing may have scampered off, I haven’t seen hide nor hair of it - oh, shit.” She caught sight of the monster then, with Heinrich standing over its pathetic, scarred frame. Without hesitation, she stepped over to it in two great strides, fixing a match-cord to the barrel of her pistol and pressing it against the banshee’s temple. “Everyone cover your ears.

By the Gods woman, wait!” Heinrich scrambled from his spot against the wall to push Rose’s gun towards the floor as to avoid the woman from killing what would make an excellent subject. He let out an annoyed sigh, looking at Rose before moving his hands away from her, before saying in a quiet tone as to avoid Elias from hearing from the bedroom, “We cannot just kill what would make for an excellent test subject. It is too weak to do anything, and I’m sure the Order would like to know more about what these things are made of.” He looked back down at the banshee before he let out another aggravated sigh, “I can’t be the only one who believes this, right?

Rose furrowed her brow, and regarded the creature again, chewing on her bottom lip. “No,” she said at last, pulling the match-cord off her pistol, “No, you’re not.” For a brief moment, she was reminded of her father, the way he’d talk when he was on the verge of a discovery, the light behind his eyes when he had the chance to learn something. He wouldn’t want to destroy something potentially so fascinating - but then, he hadn’t always made the right decisions. “It’s worth keeping alive if we can.” She held a finger up to Heinrich. “If we can. If I hear anything louder than a whisper from that thing, I’m putting a hole in its head. Any luck on getting us out of here?

Nothing yet, I haven’t been able to find the glyph that holds the magic here. Though if someone knew how to make a Erasure Ward, that’d probably weaken the magic enough,” Heinrich reported looking at the banshee for a moment, before thinking about best how to bind it to make sure it didn’t try anything. Probably some scraps from the bedrooms would be enough given how weak it was. His attention returned to Rose for a moment, “You wouldn’t know how to make one would you?

Yeah, I… don’t even know what that is,” Rose said. “Could we stress the boundary, maybe run it out of energy or whatever? Does it work like that? Because I’m carrying enough blackpowder on me for a blasting charge. Probably.

Heinrich let out a small chuckle before speaking sarcastically, “You can certainly try.

As the party discussed a way out, the Siren stared down at the weakened Banshee. Sheathing her songblade, the woman gave a small frown as the Banshee gave her a hiss. It was hard for the Siren to feel any kind of guilt or remorse for the creature, but in it's poor state Anwyn couldn't help it. Taking a step away from it she finally turned her attention back at the group, "Well, if the Banshee didn't have that seal or glyph you were talking about, could the house itself be marked?" Anwyn questioned, looking back and forth at Heinrich and Rose. "We haven't checked out all of the rooms in the manor yet, so there might be something we're missing."

That is still a very good possibility, it would probably wise if searched the house top to bottom. But someone would have to stay and guard this thing,” Heinrich stated, already looking among the group before his eyes landed on the high elf. She seemed to be a good choice, but he did not know if she could even comprehend what a glyph looked like so that was his primary choice of a guard for the banshee. Though, the tiefling was also probably a good choice, but he did not know if he would just kill it on Elias’ order. “High Elf, I believe you would be a good candidate for guarding this thing. Please try not to kill it,” Heinrich said, motioning to the banshee before going to do a thorough investigation of the house, more specifically, the cellar. Amathel nodded in compliance as she and Hadar began to hogtie the beast.

Rose glanced down at the creature again while Heinrich issued his directions to the elf. It really was tiny - compared to the towering high elf and mute warrior standing around it, it was incredibly small, much more so than the one she’d shot outside. Something caught her eye as the creature shifted away from her, hissing at her proximity, and Rose snatched it up to inspect it. It was a pendant bearing the seal of Minerva - the creature had been laying on it. Of course it was Minerva - she’d come so far, and she still couldn’t get away from the Mage-rulers of Caracas. Typical.

Wait,” she said, glancing to the high elf. “Didn’t you say you found a pendant like this in the servant’s quarters? With a stuffed toy?” She looked back down at the creature she had been about to kill so thoughtlessly as comprehension dawned on her. “... Gods. It’s a child. It was a child.

An air of silence filled the room as the party looked to the banshee now bound before them. Sensing her hesitation Heinrich motioned for Rose to follow him out of the kitchen. Anwyn quickly followed the two as they made their way to the cellar.
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Well, that’s a spot of relief, I suppose," Elias called out to the Caracan woman from the first floor. Black looked through the notes the group had brought to him again. “Perhaps there may be answers behind the wall of the kitchen.” Flipping through the notes once more he continued. “Alternatively, the wine cellar might have some answers. Whichever one of these bloody rooms that might be.

Another scream from outside was enough to shake the ward. This scream was different. “As much as I hate to speak it into existence,” he said as he turned to the group. “I think we may be dealing with more than one of those things. If it was crying the tiefling and siren heard then there could be one in the house. If Rose’s shot was enough to make the banshee retreat, and we’re still hearing screaming directly outside of the entrance then it’s likely we’re dealing with some kind of brood.” Their roguish leader began pacing around the foyer. “I’ve never seen anything like this. Banshees are miserable creatures. One will etch out a territory for itself just so it might cry in peace. I’ve never seen them work cooperatively.




Everything had happened so fast that the Siren barely had enough time to comprehend what was happening. Her melody getting interrupted, some of her party rushing upstairs, and the gun fire from Rose's musket had stunned her for a good moment. Listening to Elias, Anwyn turned her attention back to cellar door behind her, before looking at the dining area. "Well, I can use the Wisps again, check out what's in the cellar. That or Hadar and I can check out the wall behind the Kitchen." Combat, while it wasn't her absolute forte, Anwyn knew she could easily support Hadar or any of her party if a fight were to break out. Be it with her songs, or her blade.

Licking her lips anxiously, she looked back at her ward, "If we're really dealing with a brood then taking care of any Banshee's that might be in house should be top priority, no? Whatever is in the cellar hasn't attacked us yet, ya know? So maybe it's not the threat we should be focusing right now."

Aye, a fair point. If the noise from behind the wall is a banshee it may be best to take care of it first. I just can’t imagine something the size of a banshee being stuck in a wall. There must be a room behind the wall. Otherwise, we may be dealing with a different beast entirely.” Anwyn could see Elias’ hands still trembling slightly. It did his best to steel the shaking, but he was doing a fairly poor job. “Whatever we choose to do we need be ready. Banshees move with the wind. Their speed is unparalleled. We need to corner it. That feat will be made all the easier inside of a manor.

Anwyn gave a nod in agreement, "Right. If we can't get out, neither can whatever's in here." Taking a deep breath to calm her own nerves, Anwyn placed a comforting hand on her wards shoulder, "Don't get yourself all worked up, once this is all over I'll treat us all to some drinks at the Fort."

Stepping away from the cellar door and heading towards the dining room, Anwyn looked back at her ward and the party, "Their speed is unparalleled, eh? That's not all that special. I move with the wind when it comes to drinking, bet they couldn't beat that." Trying to ease the tension, Anwyn winked at Elias, giving him a witty smirk before twirling her blade and sheathing it. "I'll go check out the Kitchen then. Hadar -- let’s go take a look again, maybe whatever is crying behind that wall is hiding the booze too?"

As the group made their way to the kitchen the moans from behind the stone wall became increasingly apparent. Each cry more dire than the last. As the siren approached the fortified wall, with rapier unsheathed, there was a small humming that rang through the air like electricity. With a salute the sword itself began to vibrate, and in an instant was Anwyn striking the wall with a swift series of blows.

Twas as if she’d spotted every crack in the mortar. Every eroded stone. Each strike was enough to rip apart fragments of the wall revealing an awful stench, and the sight of debris. Broken wood littered the room, and upon second glance it was apparent to Anwyn that a shape lay beneath the rubble. It’s gaunt figure compressed and expanded every so slowly. Even from here it was clear that this was no human, and considering the impending doom- it was likely that this was another of the banshees.

The creature could only let out a whimper.

Ralorin stared, taken aback by the siren's ferocity. He had traveled to the furthest corners of Ithea, and nothing had ever terrified him like this. The screeches turned his blood to ice in his veins. But there, in the pile of rubble formed from the siren's attack, he felt something stir. The wood elves had always drawn on the nature of Ithea, be it the greatest tree or the lowliest worm, as a source of great power. And whatever was here was making its presence felt. Great pressure overwhelmed Ralorin; intense and magical, unlike anything he had ever felt before. Whatever it was, it whimpered before them, helpless in its wood and stone bindings. It wasn't human, nor was it elven, or dwarven, or any civilized being. It was a monster. Ralorin steeled himself, doing his best not to let his shattered nerves get the best of him. Time seemed as if it was standing still before he eventually brought himself to act. He stepped towards the source of the noise, down on one knee, sifting through brick and mortar and wood. He hoped to unearth the source of the noise. It wasn't long before the others joined him.
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Heinrich would have gone even more pale if he already wasn’t, his hands already at the sides of his head to cup his ears though it did little against a banshee’s screech. “A banshee?,” he echoed Elias, frantically looking around, fear back to take hold over his being as he had heard tales of Banshees slaughtering those of the Order. “This place was a trap!,” he exclaimed over the horrid screeching before looking at the stairs.

Tiefling, with me!,” Heinrich commanded, as if he had authority over the group or as if his family name still had power that he could command. The Von Wolfram ran up the stairs, going to the study and peering through the broken window to see if he could get site of the banshee that was tormenting them.

Red eyes!” Rose shouted as she burst into the study behind them, pistol in one hand and an open book in the other. “What the hell is going on?”

Heinrich almost did not hear Rose’s shout over the damned screeching of the banshee, and, while under normal circumstances he would not answer to the name ‘Red eyes’, he turned to look at Rose. “We have a damned banshee outside! I’m going to see if I can use magic to kill it from one of the upstairs windows!,’ he exclaimed before his mind registered the pistol in Rose’s hand. “I’d recommend you use that thing to help!” He turned back to race up the stairs in order to get to the study.

Rose thrust the book into Heinrich’s chest to stop him running past her. “I found this in the master bedroom next to some sort of strung-up sacrifice victim,” she shouted, “If it has anything to do with this banshee, figure it out before our eardrums burst.” She shoved the book into his hands and raised her pistol. “I’m gonna go shoot a ghost, see if that works.”

The book, worn from years of neglect, was immediately recognizable to Heinrich as a grimoire. It’s gruff black leather felt weighty in the mage’s hand despite it’s mangled state. Though many of the incantations inside were worn the bloody fingerprints lining the used pages were conspicuous. Beneath the stains of grime and blood was an incantation. It was clearly foreign. Heinrich’s recent foray into the arcane gave him enough insight to recognize the text as an archaic form of elven. He couldn’t make out all of the words, but the apparatus for which the incantations were cast seemed obvious. Blood magic used for the purposes of a protection spell.

But why would a spell such as this bind the users to the residency?

Another blighted scream from outside the manor is enough to rattle Elias. “Fucking pits,” he shouted from the foyer. The warden turned to back towards Hadar. “If the mages can’t put an end to this madness, you and I will bloody gut the bitch ourselves.” His jaw quivered with a ferocity as if steeling himself for the impending mayhem to come. A raspy moan from the creature was the only answer to the warden’s decree.

Heinrich read through what he could in order to learn more about the spell, though it was more skimming so that he would find something to end the binding spell. But knowing blood magic and its properties, he knew that there would likely be a blood seal somewhere that could be broken. He looked around him, before his eyes settled on the people that made up their party. “We need to find the glyph that makes up this spell, only then can we get out of here,” Heinrich relayed, loud enough to get their attention.

Brilliant, you find it, I’ll get its attention,” Rose said, fixing the match cord to her musket, which she’d stopped to grab when the banshee started shrieking. Without another word, she dashed up the steps, looking for a window she could get a shot out of.









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Much like Ralorin and Amathel, Heinrich figured he might want to report his findings to Elias. He left the study to go back downstairs; though, he was certainly in no hurry as he still wanted to investigate the books. As he approached the man, “Sir, I believe that there is certainly something off about this place. When we entered, I almost instantaneously felt quite stuffy and claustrophobic, which may imply a form a magic on the house. Furthermore, I found this alongside a skeleton in the study and it seemed that there could be a creature in the wine cellar, as well as it said stating that something kept this man from leaving.” Heinrich held out the wrinkled parchment to Elias, wondering what he would do about the situation.

Elias snatched the note authoritatively. With brows furrowed he began to read the note with hushed muttering. “Poor sod, it says something was in the house.” Elias’ gaze arose from the note towards the second floor. He paced back and forth slightly as he surveyed the area above the two. “It’s likely not alive or long gone, but I’d keep your head about you. May be best to warn the others to do the same. First sign of trouble and we leave, immediately.

Heinrich did not take long to formulate a response to Elias, speaking clearly a decisively, “Sir, with all due respect, I feel as if that we may have no choice. If there really is magic that kept this man trapped in here, there may be a chance that it is still active and effecting us. We could certainly try to leave, but I am skeptical.

Elias scoffed as if to assuage his rousing anxiety, shrugging off Heinrich’s assertion he made his way hastily towards the doors of the estate. Reaching out his hand to push open the doors he felt a sudden force push him back, knocking him back in the process.

Minerva’s tits, it’s always bloody magic,” through aching bones the warden managed to make it back on his feet with only a few groans of pain. “Well, you figured out that we’re stuck in here. I don’t suppose you’d know how to make us ‘un-stuck’ would you, lad,” he asked before turning back to Heinrich.

I could certainly try to blow a wall down, but I’m afraid of the spell rebounding back at me. Though,” Heinrich smiles that arrogant Wolfram smile, “at least a Wolfram’s intuition is never wrong. I will see if there are any spells in my tome that will allow us a safe exit from this place.” Heinrich bowed his head slightly before walking back to the stairs and to his place in the study, flipping through the pages of the ‘Book of Red’ to see if the the Witch had left something that may have mention to something like this, though he had his doubts.

With Hadar in tow, Anwyn hurried from out the dining area arriving just in time to watch Elias get blown back from the door. "I knew something wasn't right about this place!" Watching Elias stand back up and Heinrich head back upstairs to the study, Anwyn returned her focus to her ward. "Here, Hadar and I found a skeleton and this note in the Kitchen. Looks like things didn't end so well for whoever lived in this place.

Elias took Anwyn’s note still a bit taken aback and dazed by having been so abruptly dumped onto the floor. “First some sort of monster in the cellar, and now a murderer. Driskard’s going to have me flogged for this.” Pressing two digits against the bridge of his nose Elias took a deep breath. “Well it’s likely that whatever in the ten realms killed these people is long dead. Let’s just figure out a way of getting out of here.

Heinrich had frozen on his spot of the stairs when he had heard Anwyn begin speaking, and once he turned heard Elias once more, he snapped the book shut. “Though it seems that conventional means of escape are deemed impossible, it could be possible that the source of what’s causing this is in the cellar, creature or not. If we need to, we could brave that place in hopes of other clues. Though, there could be a creature that may not be affected by starvation or age. A magical creature in some capacity could likely survive for a while, and there is no feeling if it had preyed upon others that had come through, if they came through.

"I can help with that." Gripping her songblade, Anwyn unsheathed her songblade and held it out. The unsheathing of the hollowed out blade created a low hum, feeling it's vibrations run through her body the Siren released a breath of confidence. Playing her instrument, she could call forth the Will-o'-The-Wisps. The atmospheric ghost lights would light the way before them, and if anything malicious, creature or entity alike, the Wisps would turn a bright red should they encounter anything while leading the party into the Cellar.






Upon playing her song the wisps hummed for a few moments. There was a guttural silence that permeated the manor as the party looked on. The wisps' humming became more violent and sour as an intense red color befell their light.

As if in response the magic a most harrowing cacophony of screams surrounded the walls of the manor. The blood-curdling cries were as sharp as a vicious wind, and enough to disorient a deaf man.Whatever the source of the noise it was clearly monstrous. The creature lurking from outside let out charred cries that cut like glass. Its scream was otherworldly as if it tore into some ephemeral veil between the realms. The screams multiplied and swelled around the party. There was nothing to be seen inside of the manor, but the horror that must’ve awaited them outside…

Elias gripped onto his sword harshly, but even in his attempts to maintain composure his sword-arm quivered anxiously. “Banshee…” he muttered.
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Elias looked back to the Caracan woman. "The first lesson to learn in Vicelles," he started with a grunt before shifting the husks that he carried on his shoulders. "The first lesson to learn is that it's never survivors. Now let's make haste for the manor. As dreary as it is we'd do best to keep sheltered from the cold."





It took only a few forceful pushes before the doors to the manor churned open with an awful cacophony of hisses and creaks. As you and your party made your way inside there was a force of air that brushed past you. The stink, the dust and decay were eager to escape their imprisonment. The wood floors of the manor moaned beneath your feet.

Heinrich, Ralorin and Anwyn could feel an energy swelling in this place. It was a most eerie and cumbersome feeling that barraged their senses, both.

The foyer was decorated quite lavishly with maroon carpets and curtains. Despite the cobwebs and grime it was obvious that this place had once been home to someone with impeccable taste. To your immediate left was a small lounge area with seating beside a fireplace. To your right was an entrance way in what appeared to be a dining area. Ahead of you was a stairwell with a small door alongside its wall. On each side of the stairwell was a door to a room. The second floor landing was square in shape and looked over the entirety of the foyer. A few of the curtains along the windows were pulled open. The light from Ithea’s two moons peaked through as dust danced about the air in their rays of light.

Hm, a fireplace. We’ll see if we can make do with this.” Setting the bodies of the recently departed hollow men on the ground, Elias began pulling at their limbs. “The Order shan’t miss these,” he mustered through gritted teeth as he continued to pull. Eventually the gaunt bodies of the creatures gave way. Elias coughed slightly at the ooze leaking from the wound. He turned to face the party as he did so. “Hollow men make excellent kindling,” he lectured.

Before anyone could respond a hideous shriek rang out from outside of the manor.

Trying his best to ignore the sound Elias continued organizing the kindling. “You’d best make yourselves comfortable for the night. We’ll leave for Fort Stag at sunrise.” With one final forceful pull of another limb Elias sat back for a moment. His beard was splattered with the yellow-green mucus from the extraction.




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Not sure if everyone noticed, but I updated the IC with a zero post. That will be the quest log. The idea is that I will post the current quest (and update it with new objectives/info) and I will also link to the start of older quests as we progress. This isn't a strict thing. We don't have to complete these things in any specific order, nor do we have to do everything. It's just a way of organizing the adventure for everyone. Think of it like a table of contents.
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