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Yeah I'm really enjoying it so far. Definitely eager to see how everything develops and where everything goes.
As well I am especially looking forwards to the characters meeting.
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Posty posted! Again hope I didn’t take any liberties too far with the dream and what not, thought it’d be mystical and what not if Angir had confusing and misleading dreams at times that (if you hadn’t guessed) are about the forgotten human god and the great seal and demons and things…
I’m loving the posts so far – really looking forwards to your next one Herald!
See really I should have chosen a completely combat based role, then we’d have the mage, the thief and the warrior…
I’m loving the posts so far – really looking forwards to your next one Herald!
See really I should have chosen a completely combat based role, then we’d have the mage, the thief and the warrior…
Angir was walking slowly down a large stone corridor, the stones themselves that surrounded him appeared to be ancient, once covered in what looked like intricate carvings which had now mostly been worn away by the sands of time. Piles of sand rested against the edges of the tunnels and a slight breeze caused grains to shift from pile to pile in an eerie and ghostlike fashion. He called out to see if anyone was there, but he couldn’t even hear his own voice, only the sounds of the wind as it whistled up the corridor. As he came towards the end where the corridor opened out into a surprisingly huge room that went as far as he could see into the darkness and beyond, he realised that he was not alone in the strange complex. Some strange and alien presence was watching over him silently, its intentions all but unknown to him. He started running through the large room until suddenly he reached the other end of the room. On the wall before him there was a large ornate seal that was broken, a dark hole behind it which made him shiver just to look at. There were five symbols all around the seal, each of them complex and seemingly infinite to his eyes, at least all of them were aside for the fifth seal. That seal somehow drew his eyes towards it and he hesitated briefly for a moment before he reached out with his hand and brushed the surface of it lightly. The instant that he did so a surreal voice whispered within his head a single word “Animus”.
Suddenly Angir jolted awaked painfully, again covered in a cold sweat with the memories of the dream rushing away from him as he did. He quickly remembered everything that had happened and where he was, the numerous aches and pains in his body reminding him of that. His wrists hurt terribly, the manacles digging into his flesh and rubbing whenever he moved. He was surrounded by darkness and had no idea where he was or how long he had slept for, let alone what was happening. His head still throbbed painfully and he found it very hard to concentrate, otherwise he would have attempted some type of magic to free himself or at the very least illuminate his surroundings. The fact that he wasn’t moving or being jostled around at all indicated to him that he wasn’t still be moved in the wagon, so providing the guards were taking him to providence as he’d guessed they would then he must have been unconscious for at least two days if not more – based on the location of his father’s estates which lay just to the west of Duskwood – that or they weren’t entirely there yet.
How long he lay uncomfortably in the pitch black dark he didn’t know, but suddenly and without warning light surrounded him and blinded him, pouring in from what he could now tell was a wooden trapdoor above him. Unfortunately for him the next thing he saw was the sneering face of a kingsguard before a mailed fist smashed into his face and caused his vision to blur away once more.
Groaning as he came to again Angir tensed in case he was struck once more, but as nothing happened he slowly opened his eyes and looked around. He was again in the wagon that he had been thrown in when he had first been captured and it was again moving down a painfully bumpy road. He could clearly see the capital on the road ahead, sprawling out over the countryside as far as he could see. He was hungry and thirsty, his mouth dry as a desert and his head still pounding like he was dying.
“Water…” he begged faintly, the lack of moisture in his mouth casing the words to come out as little more than a raspy noise. Trying to clear his throat he repeated the plea several more times, the only guards who heard him did little more than chuckle at him and ignore him, some even poking fun at him amongst themselves. He soon lost interest in asking the men for anything and instead stared at the dirty road behind them, wishing that somehow he could be free and in the kitchen back home before this whole thing happened.
Exhausted and disheartened Angir resisted the urge to cry, not that he would have been able to even if he wanted he was so dehydrated. Instead he focused upon his anger and his hate for what had happened, his mind focusing on the King and his personal guard, vowing over and over in his mind that if he could he would kill each and every one of them before he died. Suddenly his attention was brought forwards as several of the men around his cage started shouting and talking loudly amongst themselves. The road ahead of them was slick with gore and blood, several dead men and horses laid aside the road next to an abandoned wagon.
One of the city’s guard was stood beside it, and the commander who had killed his father strode out to speak with him. From his position Angir couldn’t make out what they were saying, but it was clear the guardsman wasn’t happy at having to stand guard over the mess before it was cleaned away. As his own captors continued through the mess he stared at what was left, curiosity overpowering his exhaustion. The horses that had drawn the carriage were horrifically mutilated and disfigured, their bodies cut into several pieces and strewn across the road and surrounding area. The men he could see were no better, catching the sight of one who appeared to have had his chest ripped into, another who seemed to have been sucked dry of any moisture at all. It took Angir only a moment to realise this was powerful magic, the kind of powerful magic that he had been interested in. The kind of magic that was forbidden to men, and as far as he knew the kind that had not been seen in the kingdom of man for countless years. As the wagon moved away from the macabre scene he squinted at the road behind, sure for a moment that the various blood and gore was arranged in such a fashion so that it read ‘HaHaHa’, but he dismissed the thought realising that he was likely just delirious from the lack of sustenance.
Suddenly Angir jolted awaked painfully, again covered in a cold sweat with the memories of the dream rushing away from him as he did. He quickly remembered everything that had happened and where he was, the numerous aches and pains in his body reminding him of that. His wrists hurt terribly, the manacles digging into his flesh and rubbing whenever he moved. He was surrounded by darkness and had no idea where he was or how long he had slept for, let alone what was happening. His head still throbbed painfully and he found it very hard to concentrate, otherwise he would have attempted some type of magic to free himself or at the very least illuminate his surroundings. The fact that he wasn’t moving or being jostled around at all indicated to him that he wasn’t still be moved in the wagon, so providing the guards were taking him to providence as he’d guessed they would then he must have been unconscious for at least two days if not more – based on the location of his father’s estates which lay just to the west of Duskwood – that or they weren’t entirely there yet.
How long he lay uncomfortably in the pitch black dark he didn’t know, but suddenly and without warning light surrounded him and blinded him, pouring in from what he could now tell was a wooden trapdoor above him. Unfortunately for him the next thing he saw was the sneering face of a kingsguard before a mailed fist smashed into his face and caused his vision to blur away once more.
Groaning as he came to again Angir tensed in case he was struck once more, but as nothing happened he slowly opened his eyes and looked around. He was again in the wagon that he had been thrown in when he had first been captured and it was again moving down a painfully bumpy road. He could clearly see the capital on the road ahead, sprawling out over the countryside as far as he could see. He was hungry and thirsty, his mouth dry as a desert and his head still pounding like he was dying.
“Water…” he begged faintly, the lack of moisture in his mouth casing the words to come out as little more than a raspy noise. Trying to clear his throat he repeated the plea several more times, the only guards who heard him did little more than chuckle at him and ignore him, some even poking fun at him amongst themselves. He soon lost interest in asking the men for anything and instead stared at the dirty road behind them, wishing that somehow he could be free and in the kitchen back home before this whole thing happened.
Exhausted and disheartened Angir resisted the urge to cry, not that he would have been able to even if he wanted he was so dehydrated. Instead he focused upon his anger and his hate for what had happened, his mind focusing on the King and his personal guard, vowing over and over in his mind that if he could he would kill each and every one of them before he died. Suddenly his attention was brought forwards as several of the men around his cage started shouting and talking loudly amongst themselves. The road ahead of them was slick with gore and blood, several dead men and horses laid aside the road next to an abandoned wagon.
One of the city’s guard was stood beside it, and the commander who had killed his father strode out to speak with him. From his position Angir couldn’t make out what they were saying, but it was clear the guardsman wasn’t happy at having to stand guard over the mess before it was cleaned away. As his own captors continued through the mess he stared at what was left, curiosity overpowering his exhaustion. The horses that had drawn the carriage were horrifically mutilated and disfigured, their bodies cut into several pieces and strewn across the road and surrounding area. The men he could see were no better, catching the sight of one who appeared to have had his chest ripped into, another who seemed to have been sucked dry of any moisture at all. It took Angir only a moment to realise this was powerful magic, the kind of powerful magic that he had been interested in. The kind of magic that was forbidden to men, and as far as he knew the kind that had not been seen in the kingdom of man for countless years. As the wagon moved away from the macabre scene he squinted at the road behind, sure for a moment that the various blood and gore was arranged in such a fashion so that it read ‘HaHaHa’, but he dismissed the thought realising that he was likely just delirious from the lack of sustenance.
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“It simply will not do” said Lord de Vale as he sat in his cushioned chair in the audience chamber, several of his guardsmen were stood in the room, their cold steal armour gleaming in the light cast by the many lanterns and candles in the room. The room was furnished with many fine adornments, various tables covered with decretive platters, vases and other such clutter. The man knelt before Lord de Vale was nothing but a smear of dirt in comparison, his clothes were torn and ragged as well as covered in a thick layer of grime and mud. His face had a terrified expression as he stared in disbelief at what he was hearing.
“As I have already said” said Lord de Vale as he stood and began to slowly walk forwards with his hands behind his back “If you refuse to pay the taxes that are lawfully due to me under the laws of the empire then there is simply nothing else for it. Captain, put him in a small cell in the dungeon and seal the door permanently. Take your men to his farmstead and burn it to the ground, tell your men to make an example of everyone there. Kill the men and do what you will with the women, that should ensure that everyone pays what is required”.
The man scrambled to his feat and shouted “You can’t be serious! Please have mercy my lord!” As he did two guards moved in and grabbed each of his arms, already carrying out their master’s orders. The man broke out into tears and screamed and pleaded as the guards dragged him kicking and screaming from the chamber.
Lady Tonia de Vale sat nauseated in the adjacent chamber, waiting for her husband as she always did after such audience meetings. It had once been a ritual born out of love and care, but it was now just a hollow shell of what it once was. She hated overhearing his numerous cruelties and atrocities, she hated that afterwards he would speak to her as if he were not a complete monster. She straightened her face and prepared herself as she heard his footsteps approaching as the sounds of his guardsmen leaving to carry out their orders could also be heard.
“Apologies my dear” said Lord de Vale as he entered the room, smiling at her fondly with his dark brown eyes.
“No need to apologise” she said softly, her every word carefully considered before she spoke it “Such matters need to be addressed.”
“Yes” he said somewhat dismissively as he walked across the room to a table that was decorated by a large pitcher and several ornate golden goblets. He poured himself a goblet of wine and took a generous gulp before adding “It is somewhat a shame punishing a man’s family for his crimes, but such examples must be made in these hard times so that the people know where there place is.”
Tonia resisted the urge to say that the man’s wife and three daughters would be punished enough for his supposed ‘crime’, instead she simply nodded before standing and making her way over to him. “My dear, I am afraid that I feel a little drained by the last few days excitement, I will be in our bedchamber if you need me for anything”.
“Of course my darling” he said before kissing her softly on the forehead and turning away from her. She turned and walked away, glad to be leaving his presence. He wouldn’t come looking for her until he stumbled into the room drunk to pass out on the bed. Thankfully he had taken to enjoying young whores and harlots much more than he did her, something that she was eternally grateful for. His mood may be tolerable enough at the moment, but he had taken to flying into rants and rages paired with violently unstable behaviour at times. Ascending the stairs in the castle she pushed the thoughts of what would soon be happening at the poor man’s home from her mind, there was little else to do. A single tear ran down her cheek and she immediately wiped it away with her sleeve before vowing to harden her resolve further.
“As I have already said” said Lord de Vale as he stood and began to slowly walk forwards with his hands behind his back “If you refuse to pay the taxes that are lawfully due to me under the laws of the empire then there is simply nothing else for it. Captain, put him in a small cell in the dungeon and seal the door permanently. Take your men to his farmstead and burn it to the ground, tell your men to make an example of everyone there. Kill the men and do what you will with the women, that should ensure that everyone pays what is required”.
The man scrambled to his feat and shouted “You can’t be serious! Please have mercy my lord!” As he did two guards moved in and grabbed each of his arms, already carrying out their master’s orders. The man broke out into tears and screamed and pleaded as the guards dragged him kicking and screaming from the chamber.
Lady Tonia de Vale sat nauseated in the adjacent chamber, waiting for her husband as she always did after such audience meetings. It had once been a ritual born out of love and care, but it was now just a hollow shell of what it once was. She hated overhearing his numerous cruelties and atrocities, she hated that afterwards he would speak to her as if he were not a complete monster. She straightened her face and prepared herself as she heard his footsteps approaching as the sounds of his guardsmen leaving to carry out their orders could also be heard.
“Apologies my dear” said Lord de Vale as he entered the room, smiling at her fondly with his dark brown eyes.
“No need to apologise” she said softly, her every word carefully considered before she spoke it “Such matters need to be addressed.”
“Yes” he said somewhat dismissively as he walked across the room to a table that was decorated by a large pitcher and several ornate golden goblets. He poured himself a goblet of wine and took a generous gulp before adding “It is somewhat a shame punishing a man’s family for his crimes, but such examples must be made in these hard times so that the people know where there place is.”
Tonia resisted the urge to say that the man’s wife and three daughters would be punished enough for his supposed ‘crime’, instead she simply nodded before standing and making her way over to him. “My dear, I am afraid that I feel a little drained by the last few days excitement, I will be in our bedchamber if you need me for anything”.
“Of course my darling” he said before kissing her softly on the forehead and turning away from her. She turned and walked away, glad to be leaving his presence. He wouldn’t come looking for her until he stumbled into the room drunk to pass out on the bed. Thankfully he had taken to enjoying young whores and harlots much more than he did her, something that she was eternally grateful for. His mood may be tolerable enough at the moment, but he had taken to flying into rants and rages paired with violently unstable behaviour at times. Ascending the stairs in the castle she pushed the thoughts of what would soon be happening at the poor man’s home from her mind, there was little else to do. A single tear ran down her cheek and she immediately wiped it away with her sleeve before vowing to harden her resolve further.
Three characters so far - but lots more room!
Claire’s mind continued to dwell in the past somewhat as she listened to the others, things she’d rather be forgotten springing to mind at the thought of what might happen if things went badly. She snapped out of it when there was a small silence. She quickly realised that they were all looking at her, having just asked her a direct question. Feeling a slight twinge of guilt at not paying attention she clenched her jaw as Winterbourne repeated what Anna had signed, a slight smirk on his face.
“It’s this way” she said flatly turning as she did, leading the way towards the main exit of the church. It was a short way to the entrance of what was once a busy multi-story shopping complex, only having to cross the mostly deserted street before it loomed above them. Its exterior had been made of mostly large glass panels, but in the short time since the blackout most of them had been cracked or smashed altogether. The inside was littered with broken glass mingled amongst the thin layer of snow that had penetrated the broken skylights, giving the whole place an almost surreal an otherworldly appearance. The numerous shop fronts had all been looted and vandalised, picked clean by criminals and scavengers alike. A few shady looking individuals were loitering around one or two of the shop fronts, they did nothing but look away once they saw the large group passing through looking as imposing as they did together.
The bus complex on the other side was almost as equally destroyed, several of the busses completely burnt out and many other damaged severely. Towards the back of the complex there was a covered garage and only just noticeable was another bus that seemed to have escaped most of the chaos, the only sign that it had been touched was that the side of it had been creatively spray painted with the words ‘Vandalism and stuff’. Other than that it look completely fine. Glancing around once she moved into the garage and pulling the Skeleton-Jack she had been given from her pocket and pushing it into the lock next to the door. It turned seamlessly in the lock and the hydraulic doors activated, opening quickly as the lights inside the bus buzzed to life for one brief moment before flickering out. The electrics were probably all shot, but at least the engine should still run fine providing the Jack worked. Without looking back she climbed onto the bus and opened the small barrier that divided the driver’s seat from the passengers before seating herself and quickly adjusting the seat and mirror as the others climbed aboard.
“It’s this way” she said flatly turning as she did, leading the way towards the main exit of the church. It was a short way to the entrance of what was once a busy multi-story shopping complex, only having to cross the mostly deserted street before it loomed above them. Its exterior had been made of mostly large glass panels, but in the short time since the blackout most of them had been cracked or smashed altogether. The inside was littered with broken glass mingled amongst the thin layer of snow that had penetrated the broken skylights, giving the whole place an almost surreal an otherworldly appearance. The numerous shop fronts had all been looted and vandalised, picked clean by criminals and scavengers alike. A few shady looking individuals were loitering around one or two of the shop fronts, they did nothing but look away once they saw the large group passing through looking as imposing as they did together.
The bus complex on the other side was almost as equally destroyed, several of the busses completely burnt out and many other damaged severely. Towards the back of the complex there was a covered garage and only just noticeable was another bus that seemed to have escaped most of the chaos, the only sign that it had been touched was that the side of it had been creatively spray painted with the words ‘Vandalism and stuff’. Other than that it look completely fine. Glancing around once she moved into the garage and pulling the Skeleton-Jack she had been given from her pocket and pushing it into the lock next to the door. It turned seamlessly in the lock and the hydraulic doors activated, opening quickly as the lights inside the bus buzzed to life for one brief moment before flickering out. The electrics were probably all shot, but at least the engine should still run fine providing the Jack worked. Without looking back she climbed onto the bus and opened the small barrier that divided the driver’s seat from the passengers before seating herself and quickly adjusting the seat and mirror as the others climbed aboard.
Thorin continued to watch the others, but his attention was immediately drawn when Lei-Ni stood and took a few steps towards him. As she snatched the cigarette from him he watched in almost disbelief as she ground it into the hard floor thoroughly and returned to her seat and unleashed that beaming smile she often did, before going on to tell them about herself. Thorin’s hand had frozen in the position it was before she had taken the smoke, and he frowned glancing down at his now empty fingers before looking to the destroyed thing on the floor to Lei-Ni and back.
Looking a little like a wounded kitten Thorin decided against lighting up another cigarette and instead stared towards Quicksilver as if to say ‘Can you believe that?’ without any words. Normally if someone had done something like that Thorin would have responded with either numerous profanities or even with his fists, but Lei-Ni was obviously far too good at her job, already Thorin felt like if he was given the chance he’d try to romance her rather than beat her.
Just as his thoughts started to wander towards what she’d look like without the skinny jeans and loose-fitting top, she asked him a direct question which brought his eyes back up to her face.
“What?” he asked, flinching like he’d been caught stealing candy from children. “Oh yeah, well my strengths are… my strength I guess” he began somewhat awkwardly, before he cleared his throat and continued in a much more usual fashion “that and shooting things, blowing things up and anything else which pretty much gets the job done violently.” As he spoke he reached into his jacket and took out his hip-flask before taking a quick swig and returning it to its place with a quick glance at Lei-Ni as if he were worried she may mash that into the ground like she did with his smoke.
“I’d obviously say I don’t have any weaknesses, but realistically for the job you should know that I don’t work well with machines or other computer related things. I don’t like them and they don’t like me” he said as he absently scratched his head. “As for my hopes and dreams? Well I hope that one day I’ll be rich enough that I can buy some tropical home far away from this or any shithole like it and drink and smoke myself to death in peace” as he said smoke his eyes once more shot across to Lei-Ni.
Going back to his work he listened as Red spoke, again stopping as she said with a grin on her face "Hey, yeah, Doom. Tell them about the job you did on Christmas!"
She was obviously looking into each of them, or at least he assumed so if she was asking about his Christmas job. He groaned and replied rhetorically “Nothing slips past you does it?”
Out of habit he reached for another smoke as he began to tell the story, but soon stopped as he realised what he was doing. He began to explain how he had been offered a job by who he thought at the time was a wealthy and successful corporation, a job that required him to steal a priceless artefact from a small independent art dealer that was going broke fast. After a few days of planning he had done the job, the whole thing going more or less uneventfully and all to plan. It was only when he had come to deliver the artefact that he learned the person who had offered him the job was actually the owner of the store who was attempting to claim on his insurance policy.
“So it turns out that he couldn’t pay me even a quarter of what we’d agreed, so in the end I kinda… uh… lost my temper and smashed the stupid thing over his head before… inserting more of his art into him. Unfortunately for me it turned out that several people would have actually been more than happy to pay me twice what he’d offered if I hadn’t of smashed it into pieces. The same goes for the rest of the stuff that I’d trashed putting inside of him, funny thing is the only thing that I did take – what I thought was some old priceless Asian vase, was pretty much the only fake in his entire collection.”
Finishing his story he smiled fondly as he remembered the man’s shrieks before adding “No one has offered me a dud job since then, at least not without telling me upfront what is actually going on.”
Once he was finished speaking he moved towards the centre table which now had all of the information they had so far displayed (through his cybereyes which seamlessly were now linked with the feed coming from Red). Looking at each of the objectives and things he began to rub his hands together and said “Right, so what is the deal here? Which of these objectives are we happy about accomplishing, and which do we need to do more work on?”
He was eager now to get stuck into the work and to earn their nuyen so he would be one step closer to reaching his hopes and dreams.
Looking a little like a wounded kitten Thorin decided against lighting up another cigarette and instead stared towards Quicksilver as if to say ‘Can you believe that?’ without any words. Normally if someone had done something like that Thorin would have responded with either numerous profanities or even with his fists, but Lei-Ni was obviously far too good at her job, already Thorin felt like if he was given the chance he’d try to romance her rather than beat her.
Just as his thoughts started to wander towards what she’d look like without the skinny jeans and loose-fitting top, she asked him a direct question which brought his eyes back up to her face.
“What?” he asked, flinching like he’d been caught stealing candy from children. “Oh yeah, well my strengths are… my strength I guess” he began somewhat awkwardly, before he cleared his throat and continued in a much more usual fashion “that and shooting things, blowing things up and anything else which pretty much gets the job done violently.” As he spoke he reached into his jacket and took out his hip-flask before taking a quick swig and returning it to its place with a quick glance at Lei-Ni as if he were worried she may mash that into the ground like she did with his smoke.
“I’d obviously say I don’t have any weaknesses, but realistically for the job you should know that I don’t work well with machines or other computer related things. I don’t like them and they don’t like me” he said as he absently scratched his head. “As for my hopes and dreams? Well I hope that one day I’ll be rich enough that I can buy some tropical home far away from this or any shithole like it and drink and smoke myself to death in peace” as he said smoke his eyes once more shot across to Lei-Ni.
Going back to his work he listened as Red spoke, again stopping as she said with a grin on her face "Hey, yeah, Doom. Tell them about the job you did on Christmas!"
She was obviously looking into each of them, or at least he assumed so if she was asking about his Christmas job. He groaned and replied rhetorically “Nothing slips past you does it?”
Out of habit he reached for another smoke as he began to tell the story, but soon stopped as he realised what he was doing. He began to explain how he had been offered a job by who he thought at the time was a wealthy and successful corporation, a job that required him to steal a priceless artefact from a small independent art dealer that was going broke fast. After a few days of planning he had done the job, the whole thing going more or less uneventfully and all to plan. It was only when he had come to deliver the artefact that he learned the person who had offered him the job was actually the owner of the store who was attempting to claim on his insurance policy.
“So it turns out that he couldn’t pay me even a quarter of what we’d agreed, so in the end I kinda… uh… lost my temper and smashed the stupid thing over his head before… inserting more of his art into him. Unfortunately for me it turned out that several people would have actually been more than happy to pay me twice what he’d offered if I hadn’t of smashed it into pieces. The same goes for the rest of the stuff that I’d trashed putting inside of him, funny thing is the only thing that I did take – what I thought was some old priceless Asian vase, was pretty much the only fake in his entire collection.”
Finishing his story he smiled fondly as he remembered the man’s shrieks before adding “No one has offered me a dud job since then, at least not without telling me upfront what is actually going on.”
Once he was finished speaking he moved towards the centre table which now had all of the information they had so far displayed (through his cybereyes which seamlessly were now linked with the feed coming from Red). Looking at each of the objectives and things he began to rub his hands together and said “Right, so what is the deal here? Which of these objectives are we happy about accomplishing, and which do we need to do more work on?”
He was eager now to get stuck into the work and to earn their nuyen so he would be one step closer to reaching his hopes and dreams.
I’ve posted now!
Ah, awesome map! If I’d have seen that would have put my characters location in, but I suppose not that important at this stage.
I’ve gone with a weaker mage type character if that’s okay? Didn’t know if you had anything specific in mind for protagonists or for the ‘magic system’ in general. Let me know if anything needs changing or anything at all really :D
Ah, awesome map! If I’d have seen that would have put my characters location in, but I suppose not that important at this stage.
I’ve gone with a weaker mage type character if that’s okay? Didn’t know if you had anything specific in mind for protagonists or for the ‘magic system’ in general. Let me know if anything needs changing or anything at all really :D
I probably wouldn’t object to running a second character (happy with any really), so will wait and see if any are taken. Also I suppose the now ‘empty’ characters can always be the first casualties of the RP if things get awful hostile with the mission.
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