Balam 10

[17:50] {NARRATION} After searching for the realm rift of this world..you stumble upon a village with a high mana and energy presence, spirits can be seen quickly even for those untrained in those arts and for the shaman in training, the energy of the spirits is something..dangerous, it's a pained mana and feeling, this place is torn apart by what has been attacking this place and haunting it, maybe it was caused by someone or just a problem of the destiny, right in front of a house there's an old hunter, his skin with wrinkles all over and he just looks to both of you, waving over and calling you two. Obviously, as both get near, you two can see right through him, a spirit..pained and with problems unsolved, maybe he have something to say.
[17:54] The little feline was used to that sort of thing. Mostly. Spirits were something they paid close attention to. But this was a different vibe. It made the fur across the back of their neck stand on end.

They curled their steel-tipped claws toward the palms of their hands. Then splayed them out again. Their fingers continued to flex as they remained on edge, triangular ears turning every which way as they tried to keep track of everything that went on around them.

When beckoned they waited on Balam to make the first move, only following in his trail.
(No)
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[17:58] Stepping into the outskirts of the village one could immediately sense the supernatural presence that lingered in the forest. The scent of decay and blood even washed over the Ookami's nose yet it seemed that it had been some time passed before the attack took place.

The old hunter waving them down caught his attention next, However the Shaman to be still untrained took his time to notice his ethereal presence. Truly it seemed he'd already met his tragic end. Balam clenched his fist disappointed he wasn't able to save the man while he still held breath in his chest.

Yet even as a spirit there where things he could do to help him move forwards. "Do you mind explaining what happened here?" He questioned. The wolf like eyes only showing a bit of frustration. However it was remedied by the words of his father.

'Not all lives can be saved...But even the dead have unfinished business...That is the realm in which shaman's continue to maintain balance of both the living and the dead...'

It was a hard pill to swallow especially at a young age. But he was no hero. No Holy night that would give his life and limb to save others and protect them. He was a warrior and soon to be shaman. A guide to the spiritual, a Guardian of the Tribes and the Spirits.
(Balam Aba)
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[18:00] {NARRATION} As both got closer to the old hunter..he tell them his name and what he did here, with a final wish that they could take upon them to solve or not..Osmo, an old hunter that met his end fighting a Stinnox, you guys can see the holes and crushed arms but he moves them as if nothing had happened, he points to the left giving them the path if they choose to help him..or they could just follow the dirt path to keep their journey.
[18:03] No asks, ".. Can help him probably. Right?"
[18:04] Balam Aba exclaims, "Yeah I think we can!"
[18:06] {NARRATION} As they actually choose to help the hunter, they would come upon two Enranged souls, with fire coming out of their mouth and behind them a giant nest with a Enormouse Hawk laid, hurt and being consumed by their hatred, even his own feeling and soul is getting damaged by what's happening, the shaman must make something now, defeat the Yokais or put the Hawk out of his misery, now.
[18:18] Balam had decided to help the Spirit, If it was up to him he would've done so anyways to protect Moxtli from any wild creature attacking them. As they took the left path they happened upon the Hawk's nest as was mentioned however the target was being corrupted, Two Yokai appeared to be harassing the creature with its dark power.

Balam immediately became enraged when he saw this. Cursed Spirits that preyed on others despair And influenced them into corruption It was a Shamans task to destroy these threats as well to preserve the balance in the Forest. Lightning immediately began to coat his body becoming making the fur that covered his body stand up.

Sparks fly as the Ookami moved behind one of the Yokai intent on shooting them with a powerful blast of Lightning that would grab its attention. He figured Cat would follow suit knowing the boy wouldn't be scared to back down from any opponent.

"We'll take these two out first." Balamspoke in a more savage tone. Clearly he'd grown more cruel, His eyes were that of a predator looking at prey. If it was to maintain the balance of the spirits he'd eliminate any threat to the Spirits and his people.

Balam became more feral as he moved towards the creatures Lighting condensing into his claws he wouldn't hesitate to engage them full force.

(Balam Aba)
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[18:21] The cat was, in fact, inclined to hunt a bird. Of all things that was simple.

That idea remained in the back of their head however, as they glanced over toward Balam. Bright yellow eyes focused on him. They were trying to restrain their impulsive nature for the simple fact that the shaman had invited them on this hunt, not the other way around.

But already electricity was starting to spark up across the ethereal fur which poked out of their armor. Those bright yellow eyes reflected small arcs of cyan lightning.

The smell of ozone filled the air.

Almost before the shaman even spoke, the feline was on the move. A blur of motion rushed forth toward the first of the yokai, trailing sparks in their wake.

As they got in close the feline almost seemed to disappear, before appearing again with a crack of thunder right next to one of the creatures. They brought their claws up, seeking to pour every ounce of magical force they had into each blow.

Better to strike first and ask questions never, or something like that.
(No)
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[18:23] {NARRATION} As both of them were prepared to hunt down the Yokai's something far more sinister appeared, weirdly enough, a man with a staff covered with a brutal wind came flying and landed right in front of the bird, smashing both of the yokais heads and turning to them, a menacing smile across his face as he just asks, "..I'm taking the soul." The mana around him growing darker as he hold the handle of his staff and looks to both of them, clearly now, he had two more targets and them he could deal with the bird and the village.
[18:23] No says, "..."
[18:32] A sudden gust of wind as the two Yokai were slaughtered before him, Instinctively Balam jumped back before his eyes adjusted to the figure of a man...His fangs were bared as he began to snarl.

Surges of lightning had already began building up in his fur and tail, His anger clear for anyone to see. "Who the hell are you?" He asked his eyes now beaming towards the figure.

His claws once again enlarged by the lightning as he slid his feet in the dirt. Looking towards the Large Hawk. The mans mana only grew more colder as the words he spoke sent a chill down Balam's spine, Primal Fear...He wasn't quite sure who he was but his the most base of his instincts were clear.

Whoever he was, He was an enemy to them now. In order to keep the promise they made to the spirit. The Feral Shaman immediately taking it upon himself to do just that. "You're not taking any souls not now or ever." Balam spoke proudly.


(Balam Aba)
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[18:32] * You have been awarded 3 Roleplay Points! *
[18:32] {NARRATION} The man with a sinister smile cracks his neck and just laughs, "Oh..poor little things, time to get my dessert.." As he dashes in!
[18:35] {Won Restrained RPB against ? ? ?}
[18:38] {NARRATION} As both of them fought against the unamed enemy, his skin was falling off from his body, getting darker after each hit, he was becoming something, a dark cloak behind his back appears with a deathly gaze, this is the enemy the shaman came to hunt, the wraith that was transforming but as soon as he's defeated and his true form is shown, he enters the ground and disappears from sight, the hawk behind him is injured and with his soul tainted, many thoughts in his mind are running but one thing is clear for the Shaman, the hawk is worried about his master.
[18:42] With impeccable speed the little feline turned their attention away from the yokai. Their gaze focused on the man instead, and with effort they swung that blast of electricity toward him instead. They didn't even bother to listen. He came to interrupt.

So they met his interruption with violence, the only language they knew well. Steel-tipped claws sought purchase on the man's form, seeking only to stick near him when he tried to pull away from their blows.

They tried to draw his focus. Keep his attention on them, and dart away from the magic he tossed their way. Though it wasn't a perfect plan it seemed to work out rather well.

It was enough to allow Balam to strike him down, finally.

Of course, something had been a bit odd about him. And when the shaman in training finally forced the man back the little feline understood just what that was.

"Oh. Shocking." The little feline stated it without a hint of surprise in their tone. It wasn't really the strangest thing they'd seen in their comparatively short lifetime. Nor was it something they wanted to linger on. Bright yellow eyes flicked toward Balam.

One question. They asked, "Fight?"
(No)
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[18:49] It would be no surprise to see they were evenly matched, Wind Magi often used the same tricks as one another yet Balam made extra use of his natural capabilities as an Ookami, Moving between trees at lightning speeds using them to further create confusion as he sent blast after blast of lightning towards his foe.

Burning Lightning into his skin, It was easy to combine tactics with the Cat seeing as they used similar magics. The smell of burnt oozone would waft the area as the two magi battle the mysterious figure.

However it wasn't an easy battle to say the least, The two were up against a strong foe, Each of their magics clashed and Balam was left out powered being blown away by a powerful gust that ripped into his body. He'd laid himself out trying to move but he could barely gather power into his body.

While the Cat fought the man up close Balam was a long ranged fighter. They both used their specialties to damage while the other prepared. Anger fueled Balam's lightning as he concentrated it to become more focused bursts of power. Imbuing himself with the mana of the wind spirits as well as his Ookami blessings he gathered Lightning into his claws once more.

Before diving even faster towards his prey with a vicious slash he'd rip into the flesh of the man aiming for his heart. Feral and wild just like a wolf. Yet as he did the man began to change into something else. A creature...the wraith they'd been hunting for. "Wait you're..."

Balam quickly moved to attack it again however some how it managed to evade its capture. An angered howl was let out by the wild Ookami before he turned his attention back towards the Hawk who'd seemed to be worse for ware.

Moving closer the electrical energies became less volatile as he aimed to show he was no threat to the Hawk. "I'm sorry to say but your master is dead...His dying wish however was to see that you were kept alive." He moved towards the creature who's soul was being corrupted.

Aiming to call upon the great spirits to come its aid. "Great spirits, I will offer you the beating heart of the wraith that did this, In return I ask that you lend me your strength to cleanse the darkness that plauges this creatures spirit." He was unsure if he could actually invoke this power. However he had to try something...other wise he'd be left with a more grim choice.
(Balam Aba)
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[18:53] {NARRATION} As soon as you rushed towards the Hawk, his eyes open ever so slowly as the 'prayer' is made, it's clear the spirits are trying to help as the tainted mark on his souls is being purged, cleaned, its beak is brought upon you and touches your head and a female voice says, "..I..miss him..I didn't knew this." And within minutes, she raises her head and flaps her wings, flying away with sorrow in her heart..but a weight has been released, the house where the Hunter is, is now giving a faint low aura..something is calling you there.

[18:57] Balam was surprised it had actually worked, His abilities as a Shaman had still been in the fetal stages, To be able to do so much already felt like he was finally going somewhere. However there was still work to be done.

As the Hawk moved back towards the cabin Balam and Cat would follow along it, Hopping through the trees to arrive to their destination. As he peered over to the faint glow that called him He merely watched hoping that both the Hawk and hunter could find some closure in the end.
(Balam Aba)
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[18:57] No says, "..."
[18:58] {NARRATION} As they came back to the house, the hunter is wearing hunting clothes, with a big smile and carrying a sorrow expression but with a look to the shaman, he says, "Thanks..this unfortunate hunter can now rest..May the winds create by her wings guide me to my rest now..Thank you, 'priest'..or whatever you are." The hawk flaps her wings and now..fly away from the village while the hunter bows and his body begins to dissipate into tiny little specs of spiritual energy, slowly going up and disappearing.

The dirt path is now what they need to follow and a worst energy can be felt inside a place not too far from there, it's transforming..quickly into something awful.
[19:02] {NARRATION} And the dirt path leads to a dense forested area, a dense death energy can be felt inside of it and a dim light can be seen from the distance, a sorrowful voice..asking why can be heard, a female woman walking around with a white dress..almost singing..warning other with her voice of what happened.
[19:04] Impossible to resist. The little feline went darting into the wood after that sound once it caught their ears. They moved to find whomever made such noise, with little regards for whatever Balam would do in response.
(No)
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[19:05] With the Hawk appeased, And the Hunter finally at rest Balam felt it was time they moved on from this task. "Now we must go to put that wraith to rest as well." He claimed as he moved towards the dirt road. Clearly the Dark spirit had been hiding itself deeper within the dense woodlands.

The Ookami kept his wits about him knowing the creature could transform to even take on the appearance of a human was unsettling at best. It meant the only one he could trust was the Cat and himself.

As they moved deeper into the forest they'd hear a scream, A feminine voice that called out the Ookami held some hesitance but he approached silently watching from afar, Making sure to scout the area before deciding to help her or not.
(Balam Aba)
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[19:08] {NARRATION} The area had a house..intact and cleaned with the most passion, for the shaman..he knows what she's..a young brownie..and for both of them the scent of blood..is something that kicks in right now. She's a servant, needs a family or a person to serve...that's what she was born to do and she likes it. The house is impecable but...there's a pool of blood flowing out of the house, if they choose to see through the window, three bodies are inside of the house..they're completely torn apart and she's on the process of becoming something..way more dangerous than the Wraith, for this young shaman..he knows..she's turning into a Banshee.
[19:15] It didn't take long for the scent of lingering blood to reach is nose. Immediately he called himself to action, Lightning once again sparking around his body to engage in the target.

His eyes however don't look as angered as it did before, This time it looked sad to see such a heinous act of carnage Balam didn't ask why, Or how this occurred. It didn't matter however what did matter was to diffuse the situation before it got worse. "I won't ask why you did this...But in order to stop you from claiming any more lives..." Electrical magic began to surge around him, As the Ookami's body was once again aglow in charged static magic.

Perhaps this was a result of the Wraith? Or perhaps there were more nefarious actions involved here he was still unsure.The woman had begun to transform into something grotesque the corruption that lingered leaving behind what could be identified as a banshee, Another creature of the night.

The shaman in training quickly readied himself, Drawing in his breath in and out focusing himself as he lunged towards his target, Aiming to tear the girl's throat out before she could utter a scream if he could manage to do so.
(Balam Aba)
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[19:18] ".. Even Cat sort of figures.. Wraith did that. Not her." They said it plainly. Fight-happy as they were the little feline wasn't about to say no if she lashed out. They would defend themself.

But if she was a servantile sort, who needed a master to serve, why would she be the one who killed those people in the house.

It was pretty straightforward. But the little feline didn't have a solution beyond the one Balam came up with. They weren't exactly the kind to solve things with non-violence. There wasn't enough brain between their pointed ears to manage that.

So they sparked up again. They let Balam take the lead this time, but remained ready to take the offensive should this prove a more difficult problem than he anticipated.
(No)
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[19:23] {NARRATION} As the shaman dashed forward with his attack ready, it hits..clean and her throat is teared, quickly and sadly..her white dress becomes dark and the poor Shaman hears in his mind, "Why..you didn't help me..." A dark shadow appear on her back, letting out a deafening scream that only the Shaman hears, he failed to save her.

Instead of protecting a soul..a spirit..he decided to kill it, destroy it and as a revenge..she let out her first and final scream, using the hateful energy to damage the Shaman ears and head..he nows begins to hear the lament of the Brownie..it'll stay with him until some other shaman can clean his own being.
[19:26] ** ? ? ? has inflicted an injury upon Balam Aba. ("The Banshee Scream", "With his decision of attacking the sorrow filled Brownie..she transformed into a full Banshee. Her scream damaged his ears, making him hear things..in a lower tone and his mind is filled with the laments of the Brownie..making him doubt his own choice.", "Permanent", "Severity: MINOR (-5 VIT)") **
[19:28] Balam would be by a vengeful curse that left his body rattling, His ears bleed from the sound of her screams and it rattled him to his core. A mistake? No...Despite the doubts that were drawn up he felt little remorse for the Banshee.

Not everyone could be saved, And if he had to bare the hatred of one cursed spirit to save the living and others he would bare that pain. Taking some time to recover he would continue to press forwards. Barely able to communicate with the rattling in his head he would do his best to que the Cat towards with his actions.
(Balam Aba)
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[19:32] The little feline watched. And they let the sparks fade as she seemed to dissipate. They weren't sure how effective that plan was..

But they didn't bother to harp on it. Mainly because their own ears were still ringing slightly from the scream, and they didn't want to shout to be heard. Instead the little feline glanced about while Balam walked away.

Before they turned to follow him they left a little four leaf clover on the spot the near-banshee had died. And quietly, they said, "Sorry Cat not smart enough to fix."

".. Rest okay?"

And with that they turned to dart after Balam as he went on ahead.
(No)
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[19:33] {NARRATION} And then..the shaman after this mistake felt a stronger surge of power from the center of this place..a ritual..hidden by something started to release a stronger energy, even more darker than the Banshee...the Wraith has done something and they must deal with it, quickly.
[19:34] No says, "..."
[19:34] No says, "Lady -not- rest very okay."
[19:37] {NARRATION} As they entered the place..even No could feel this time the dreadful energy, the spiritual realm being torn apart by this merece presence, the Wraith was using the energy of the area to empower himself and turn into a Yokai..and with that last brownie..killed in such a horrendous way, the energy peaked and he used that..

With a deeper voice and even more sinister, the aura around him creating a darker cloak than before, his own being transforming into something larger, a sword, gigantic sword made out of pure evil energy and some of the spirits around Balam say, "Help us..." "Please..."
[19:41] Balam quickly raced towards where he felt the lingering presence of the Darkness, His body in tatters from chasing down the evil that this spirit had let run amok, And despite his own mistakes seemed to cause this?

The wraith had become something even more monsterous. Now wielding a blade of pure darkness it had seemed to manifest itself in a realm of its own creation, Making it even stronger than before.

The spirits of the dead echoed, Balam's physical hearing now defeaned he could hear the voices of the spirits all more clearly now, As if he'd finally been awakened to their suffering. This wraith had begun to blurr the lines and had taken it too far. "I won't let this go on any more. I'll return you to rest just as I did the others in this forest...I won't let you destroy anymore lives..."

He claimed, Even if it would mean his own end he would do this. Lightning once more charging into his frame, pushing out more power than he had before he would aim to ask the spirits for help in this battle. "Great Spirits, I ask you once more for your power..let us return this creature to the spirit realm, and to release all the hatred it has brought to our sacred lands..."

His prayer now completed the Ookami prepared himself for the growing threat that the Cursed Spirit would be.
(Balam Aba)
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[19:43] The little feline was in tune with the spirits. Generally. It was their strong belief that spirits of air and lightning aided them in their battles. That they weren't truly the source of that magic.

So feeling the horrible twist that this creature put upon the spirits here, it was a wretched sensation. The little feline hissed under their breath.

Arcs of electricity danced from their body to the ground. Bright yellow eyes focused on the dark figure before them. This time they weren't about to wait on Balam to make the first move, they were done with that. Unable to hold the impulse back.

Without a word they darted forward, seeking to put the creature to rest once and for all. Whether by their own bloodshed appeasing it, or its death ending the tyranny and destruction it caused.

Prayers and things could wait. They were sure the spirits understood.

Action spoke louder than words. And violence was the only universal language.
(No)
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[20:07] {Won Restrained RPB against ? ? ?}
[20:13] {NARRATION} The creature was large, enormous for them, he was strong, fast, mostly unstopable for them but..this little duo was fierce! Even against the dark energy and the twisted mana being thrown against them, they would keep going forward, small rifts tearing open while the fight was happening, giving this monster even more energy but..in the end, he was able to land some good hits.

On the little cat, the sword, only the tip of it hit his torso and left shoulder, cutting the poor feline and creating a not so deep gash there, time could heal this injury that certainly is hurting the poor cat.

On the Shaman, it was..harder, probably because of the voice whispering the laments in his mind, he became distracted and was clawed, hit by a dark claw made of pure dark energy, cutting his back and cracking some of his ribs with pure strength.

In the end..the Yokai is down, struck by many hits and magicks, the shaman can try to purify him or destroy him.
[20:13] ** ? ? ? has inflicted an injury upon Balam Aba. ("The Dark Claw", "On the Shaman, it was..harder, probably because of the voice whispering the laments in his mind, he became distracted and was clawed, hit by a dark claw made of pure dark energy, cutting his back and cracking some of his ribs with pure strength.", "Temporary", "Duration: Long (12 days)") **
[20:24] It was a brutal fight. The creature was a bigger threat than most they had ever faced before. Sparks traced along their form, flickering along steel-tipped claws and fluttering in their wake. They couldn't just let this thing wreak havoc anymore.

Bit by bit, they turned the tide. They moved up close, battered by the deathly winds and in the direct path of that hefty blade. The little feline played interference, as they did before.

They moved fast. As fast as they possibly could. They felt their lungs burning from the exertion. One moment they would be close to the creature, landing blow after blow while ducking and weaving when the wraith lashed out. And when they couldn't stay close any longer, they darted out with a snap of thunder.

Balam's aid from afar gave them each opportunity. Slowing the wraith, distracting it on occasion.

The cat seized one such opportunity, only to be surprised a moment later. The blade it wielded struck down across their body, piercing past the bluesteel armor and ripping a gash down their shoulder.

If they didn't have that armor it could've been much worse. They might've lost an arm without it.

With a harsh shriek the feline lashed out in retaliation, bringing their uninjured arm up with a burst of electrical force. With that palm full of sparks they dug their steel-tipped claws into its chest and forced it toward the ground.

There they held it. Their injured arm reached up to hold the blade against their shoulder. To keep it steady where it was. The little feline snarled beneath the hood, bright yellow eyes focused.

This was Balam's opportunity to act. Whether to destroy or to purify, they didn't care. They only stood to hold it for his work.
(No)
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[20:28] The battle wasn't one where they could lose, Losing meant death for the duo after all, And they would fight tooth and claw to survive. Balam utlizied all the techniques he'd learned, And yet it still wasn't enough to overcome the enormous strength of the Yokai.

Their magics clashed, Shadowy claws tore at his skin knocking him from side to side only to be blown back by powerful bursts of winds. He could feel his bones cracking under the pressure of the attacks, As he was angered even more to persist in the battle.

This was the life of a shaman? Becoming either the hunter or the prey. Balam would expend a lot of his fighting poweress to deal with the creature It couldn't be pinned down by wind pressure or any ability Balam had to impair its movements.

Balam could feel the lingering shadow of death upon him. The voices that already tormented him distracted him long enough for the creature to take notice moving in the shadows behind himand landing a powerful slash that Balam could barely defend against. The Ookami cried in agony as the crimson blood sprayed out of him he took a step using all of his strength to stop himself from falling over.

And it was then that he felt a sudden burst of mana. A surge that came from the spirits around him that continued to aid him throughout his battle. Like flames they gathered around his wound halting the bleeding if not for a moment. Balam's lightning soon began to mix with his blood, Turning a bright magenta for just a second.

While Balam assisted from afar and the Cat moved in to block his attacks from close range he'd begin to gather his magics, Invoking the spirits of wind, and lightning to create an even more dynamic force.

And in that second the Ookami's movements were faster sharper, The Magenta Lightning gathered into his claws as he began summon down a powerful strike of plasma magic onto the demon, Striking its flesh until it was finally brought to its knees.

Balam's breathing was labored, As blood continued to spew from his wounds yet he moved towards the Yokai once more. "The despair you caused is unforgivable. You've brought ruin to many lives and were the cause of so much suffering...."

He brought up his claw yet there was no hostility. Using what power he had left he aimed to draw out the evil that lingered within the spirit, Hopefully releasing it of its curse.


(Balam Aba)
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[20:31] {NARRATION} This poor wraith begins to wail, his rasp voice yelling, "Nooooooo, I..will..not!" but when the Shaman is just..drawing the curse from it..the dark energy is quickly released and what remains is a talisman..and a small stone, both items filled with energy and obviously had some sort of connection to people of this place, this was the reason this wraith was so strong. Maybe now..the items could be used for something better, the energy is dissipated and the spiritual energy of this place is more calm now, they've done their job.
[20:32] {Item} You picked up The Talisman. Dropped by ? ? ?..