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- [While minding my own business at Combat Scriptures]
- All at once, the flow of blood in your body abruptly stops. Through a wall of
- sheer panic, you watch with horror as your own arm bends against your will,
- striking your own cheek with such force that you are sent sprawling to the
- ground, your arm breaking thereafter.
- You have been afflicted with brokenleftarm.
- Your left arm breaks with a loud crack.
- You have been afflicted with damagedrightarm.
- You have been afflicted with brokenrightarm.
- Your right arm is greatly damaged from the beating.
- You have been afflicted with prone.
- You have been afflicted with fear.
- You are no longer stunned.
- You rush about in a state of utter panic.
- You stand up.
- You take out some salve and quickly rub it on your arms.
- The bones in your left arm mend.
- You have cured the brokenleftarm affliction.
- There is nothing to fear but fear itself.
- You take out some salve and quickly rub it on your arms.
- Your right arm feels stronger and healthier.
- You have cured the damagedrightarm affliction.
- You take out some salve and quickly rub it on your arms.
- The bones in your right arm mend.
- You have cured the brokenrightarm affliction.
- You slip away to the east and successfully evade your pursuers.
- Blackstone military quarter.
- Combat Scriptures. (indoors)
- You see a single exit leading east.
- You tell Farrah, "Uh."
- Farrah tells you, "That uh is not comforting."
- You tell Farrah, "My blood stopped flowing for a minute."
- You tell Farrah, "And then I ended up breaking my own limbs and sprawled on the
- floor."
- You tell Farrah, "Do you have any idea what this is about?"
- [Farrah earrings in]
- You bow respectfully to Farrah.
- Farrah ponders you with a contemplative expression.
- You have emoted: Jiraishin stares at Farrah, face pale.
- You say with a harsh Western accent, "...I."
- You say with a harsh Western accent, "Well, actually, for a moment I thought
- someone was trying to assassinate me again."
- Farrah looks about herself, rubbing her chin thoughtfully.
- You say with a harsh Western accent, "But there was not anyone and I have never
- felt anything like that before, and frankly I do not know what is going on."
- Farrah creases her brow in a frown.
- Atalkez appears, a look of love in his eyes.
- Farrah asks, "You broke your own limbs how?"
- Farrah stares implacably at you.
- All at once, the flow of blood in your body abruptly stops. Through a wall of
- sheer panic, you watch with horror as your own arm bends against your will,
- striking your own cheek with such force that you are sent sprawling to the
- ground, your arm breaking thereafter.
- You have been afflicted with brokenleftarm.
- Your left arm breaks with a loud crack.
- You have been afflicted with damagedrightarm.
- You have been afflicted with brokenrightarm.
- Your right arm is greatly damaged from the beating.
- You have been afflicted with prone.
- You have been afflicted with fear.
- You are no longer stunned.
- You stand up.
- You take out some salve and quickly rub it on your arms.
- The bones in your left arm mend.
- You have cured the brokenleftarm affliction.
- There is nothing to fear but fear itself.
- You may apply another salve to yourself.
- You take out some salve and quickly rub it on your arms.
- Your right arm feels stronger and healthier.
- You have cured the damagedrightarm affliction.
- You may apply another salve to yourself.
- You take out some salve and quickly rub it on your arms.
- The bones in your right arm mend.
- You have cured the brokenrightarm affliction.
- You may apply another salve to yourself.
- Atalkez peers about himself unscrupulously.
- Farrah winces in pain.
- You say with a harsh Western accent, "....Like.. that."
- Farrah says, "I see..."
- Atalkez leaves to the east.
- You say with a harsh Western accent, "What -is- this?"
- You say steadily with a harsh Western accent, "This is going to be highly
- inconvenient when I try to draw a bow."
- Farrah says, "Losing motor control is what we feared most with these bouts of
- madness..."
- You say with a harsh Western accent, "What, really?"
- Farrah says, "...yes? I did, at least. Your body being used as a tool is not
- ideal."
- Farrah says, "Seeing things can be managed."
- You say with a harsh Western accent, "I definitely -feared- it, but it's not
- the thing I feared the -most-."
- Farrah says, "But... who knows what you will do now that you are inexplicably
- punching yourself in the face."
- You say weakly with a harsh Western accent, "Who knows."
- You say with a harsh Western accent, "Actually the punching myself in the face
- isn't nearly as bad as all the blood in my veins being forced to flow in the
- wrong directions."
- Farrah winces in pain.
- You say with a harsh Western accent, "This is really highly unpleasant."
- Farrah says, "Well."
- Farrah says, "If you were wondering who He is most angry with, I believe you
- won."
- You say with a harsh Western accent, "Honestly, I can't bring myself to regret
- that."
- You say with a harsh Western accent, "Though it's hard to reason out -why-."
- Strangely familiar humming drifts in from the east, drawing your attention just
- long enough to note the wispy tendrils of a vaguely feminine, celadon-hued
- figure walking southward on Blackstone without a care in the world.
- You say with a harsh Western accent, "Did you see that."
- Farrah says, "...yes."
- You say with a harsh Western accent, "I'm going after it."
- Farrah says, "That is the color of the bog mists."
- Blackstone military quarter.
- You tell Farrah, "In that case, I'm going to the bog."
- You tell Farrah, "I'm already being attacked by the blood in my veins. What can
- He do? Kill me?"
- Farrah tells you, "Steal your soul, perhaps."
- Aranos arrives from the north.
- Aranos leaves to the west.
- You feel a tug at your earring as its mate is summoned.
- Farrah appears, a look of love in her eyes.
- A phantom spider glides in from the ether with alarming celerity.
- A colossal armoured war bat soars in from the ether with an authoritative
- screech.
- You tell Farrah, "...Will you come with, then?"
- Farrah's eyes sparkle with amusement.
- Farrah begins to follow you.
- Farrah says, "Certainly."
- Farrah says, "I am feeling slightly more confident now that I am not the one
- punching myself in the face."
- [we go to bog]
- Farrah follows you east.
- You say with a harsh Western accent, "What, were you doing so before?"
- Farrah says, "No."
- Farrah says, "I just mean."
- You say with a harsh Western accent, "Oh, good."
- Farrah says, "It's not me."
- Farrah says, "Doing... whatever."
- Farrah gestures vaguely.
- You see exits leading northeast, southeast, and southwest.
- Hovering towards you, a cloud of flies hums around your head.
- With a loud squelch, your foot sinks deep into the muck of the bog.
- Farrah says, "To be quite honest, though."
- [missing here: Farrah asks what I expect to find]
- You say with a harsh Western accent, "No idea."
- You say with a harsh Western accent, "You said that woman was the colour of the
- bog mists."
- Farrah says, "She was."
- A gentle, child-like lilt echoes from deep within the walls of fog.
- You say with a harsh Western accent, "And it was walking south on
- Blackstone--oh."
- Farrah creases her brow in a frown.
- You say with a harsh Western accent, "Did you hear that?"
- Farrah says, "Yes."
- You say with a harsh Western accent, "Can you hear which direction it's coming
- from?"
- You have emoted: Jiraishin turns, frowning.
- Farrah says, "You know, following maddening bait is exactly what I probably
- should not be doing..."
- You shrug helplessly at Farrah.
- A childlike giggle ripples throughout the eerie stillness of the bog.
- You say with a harsh Western accent, "A trap you know is a trap is only half of
- one."
- You say with a harsh Western accent, "Sadly, it's the half with all the teeth.
- But still."
- Farrah follows you southeast.
- On the edge of a stagnant pond.
- A wall of celadon-tinged fog deluges the surroundings in the sickly scent of
- stale water. A phantom spider lurks in the shadows, the outline of its hulking
- frame scarcely discernible. Resting on her foreclaws, a colossal armoured war
- bat ceaselessly surveys her surroundings. The shining figure of a guardian
- angel floats in the air here.
- You see exits leading east and northwest.
- Farrah says, "Yes, I will simply say that when I have to explain this."
- Farrah nods her head at herself.
- A pitch-black raven soars in to perch nearby.
- You stare implacably at a pitch-black raven.
- You say to a pitch-black raven with a harsh Western accent, "If you're going to
- make us walk through this damned fog, You could at least send a guide."
- A pitch-black raven stares at Farrah and you with beady eyes.
- Farrah frowns at a pitch-black raven.
- Farrah says, "It is possessed. We should burn it."
- You say with a harsh Western accent, "Let's see if it can be useful first."
- You say with a harsh Western accent, "And then burn it."
- You say with a harsh Western accent, "However, I will accede to your orders."
- Farrah creases her brow in a frown.
- You have emoted: Jiraishin continues to watch a pitch-black raven.
- Farrah easily vaults onto the back of a hulking phantom spider.
- Farrah begins to wield an elegant silver mace in her left hand.
- Farrah begins to wield a silver shield inlaid with gemstones in her right hand.
- Farrah utters a prayer and smites a pitch-black raven with an elegant silver
- mace.
- Farrah has scored a CRITICAL hit!
- With a silent flap of its black wings, a raven soars away.
- Farrah whispers something to a hulking phantom spider.
- A hulking phantom spider seems to settle down.
- Farrah whispers something to a colossal armoured war bat.
- A colossal armoured war bat seems to settle down.
- Farrah says, "It fled."
- A large stone outcropping.
- A wall of celadon-tinged fog deluges the surroundings in the sickly scent of
- stale water. A massive outcropping of natural stone rises up from the soupy
- muck of the bog here, leaning haphazardly to one side and looming a full ten
- feet into the air. Ancient mosses cover its rough surface, and shadows cast by
- the overhanging branches of nearby mangrove trees create complex patterns of
- light and darkness across the old boulder. A faint yellowish mist hangs in the
- air around the stone, giving it the unnerving appearance of some silent monster
- rising up from the murky bog. A pitch-black raven perches here, coldly
- surveying its surroundings. A phantom spider lurks in the shadows, the outline
- of its hulking frame scarcely discernible. Resting on her foreclaws, a colossal
- armoured war bat ceaselessly surveys her surroundings. The shining figure of a
- guardian angel floats in the air here. Dawnlord Farrah Roualt is here. She
- wields an elegant silver mace in her left hand and a silver shield inlaid with
- gemstones in her right.
- You see exits leading east and southeast.
- Farrah says, "If I had to guess, I would guess it is coming from the isle."
- Narrowing your eyes, you squint off toward the southeast.
- Piles of stones within a bog.
- A wall of celadon-tinged fog deluges the surroundings in the sickly scent of
- stale water. A cloud of black flies drones in the air.
- You can see no further.
- You say with a harsh Western accent, "Entrance to the Caverns was going to be
- my guess."
- Comprehension flashes across Farrah's face.
- A black cloud of flies buzzes in from the southeast.
- Farrah says, "Perhaps."
- You have emoted: Jiraishin gestures at the stones around him.
- You say with a harsh Western accent, "What it reminded me most of was one of
- the visions in the fumes."
- You say with a harsh Western accent, "Within the Caverns."
- Before the entrance of a gloomy swamp cavern.
- A wall of celadon-tinged fog deluges the surroundings in the sickly scent of
- stale water. A slime-covered heap of ancient boulders forms a rough mound
- protruding from the swampy features of the bog. Set into the midst of the
- boulders, a great iron door bars the entrance to some gloomy cavern, and a
- faint hum of energy emanates from its surface. Dank, musty gusts of air
- occasionally drift up from places far underground, causing the trailing mosses
- hanging down from the skeletal limbs of nearby trees to sway, their subtle,
- drifting movements accompanying the gurgling sounds and noxious smells of the
- bog. An iron gate bars the entrance to the narrow crevice in the rock, strange
- figures writhing across its surface. A thick stone slab stained with dried
- blood looms here, tainting the area with the profane worship of Babel. A runic
- totem is planted solidly in the ground. A phantom spider lurks in the shadows,
- the outline of its hulking frame scarcely discernible. Resting on her
- foreclaws, a colossal armoured war bat ceaselessly surveys her surroundings.
- The shining figure of a guardian angel floats in the air here. Dawnlord Farrah
- Roualt is here, sleeping soundly. She wields an elegant silver mace in her left
- hand and a silver shield inlaid with gemstones in her right.
- You see a single exit leading northeast.
- [Farrah hits totem]
- Farrah opens her eyes and yawns mightily.
- Farrah clenches her fists and grits her teeth.
- Farrah has writhed free of her entanglement by ropes.
- Farrah eats a quartz grain.
- Farrah stands up.
- Farrah eats an arsenic pellet.
- You say with a harsh Western accent, "...Sorry."
- Farrah blinks her eyes rapidly.
- You have emoted: Jiraishin looks about himself, frowning.
- You say with a harsh Western accent, "Maybe not here after all. I don't see
- anything, hear anything."
- Manifesting out of nowhere, a child-like figure appears next to your entourage,
- almost insubstantial.
- You say with a harsh Western accent, "Oh, -now- I see something."
- You have emoted: Jiraishin stares grimly at the figure.
- You have emoted: Jiraishin turns to face it, never letting his eyes leave it.
- Farrah steps back away from the caverns, and the child, eyes scanning the area
- for threats.
- Wreathed in a shifting shroud of what looks to be silken tendrils, the figure
- simply points towards the caverns, one hand covering her mouth to suppress an
- otherworldly giggle.
- You raise an eyebrow at Farrah.
- A myriad chorus of discordant voices intones with a childish lilt, "You'll be
- there, one day. Like I was. Like we were."
- You have emoted: Jiraishin rolls his eyes.
- You say with a harsh Western accent, "I -have- been there."
- You say with a harsh Western accent, "To be honest, it wasn't anything
- special."
- A spear of brilliant lightning lances down from the heavens, the tempestuous
- form of Astarod Blackstone, the Merciless coalescing from within.
- Your enhanced senses inform you that Astarod has entered Before the entrance of
- a gloomy swamp cavern at your location.
- Astarod raises his hand in greeting and says "Hi!"
- With a casual wave of the hand, Astarod brings a spinning tornado into being.
- You say to Astarod with a harsh Western accent, "Go away."
- Astarod says in a low, thundering voice, "So you're... not defiling the
- shrine?"
- Astarod scratches his head in confusion.
- A myriad chorus of discordant voices intones with a childish lilt, "That's
- okay. You can pretend to resist, if you want."
- You snarl with a harsh Western accent, "Be -quiet-."
- You tell Farrah, "Are you still hearing this?"
- The insidious vapours that pervade the room subside.
- Astarod shrugs, listening to the myriad of voices.
- Farrah tells you, "Yes..."
- You have emoted: Jiraishin frowns, still breathing hard.
- A myriad chorus of discordant voices intones with a childish lilt, "Everyone
- tries to resist. Even we did."
- A loud squelching noise reaches your ears from somewhere nearby.
- You have emoted: With effort, Jiraishin composes himself. Only a downward
- twitch of his lip suggests suppressed anger.
- In an uninterrupted motion, you slide an assassin's bow into a studded leather
- baldric.
- In a single, fluid motion, you uncoil a Wyvern's Lash from a fluvial silver
- belthook.
- You quickly unlash a battered iron buckler free from a steel chain backstrap,
- shifting it over your head and into your right hand.
- A myriad chorus of discordant voices intones with a childish lilt, "It's better
- like this. Together."
- You say with a harsh Western accent, "Something's coming."
- The tornado collapses inward, the magics sustaining it finally exhausted.
- You say with a harsh Western accent, "Together with whom, anyways? You lot?"
- The fog stirs for the briefest moment, and in cacophonous unison, what must be
- a thousand or more indistinct voices declare: "Together."
- You say with a harsh Western accent, "You are -pathetic-. Lies and fog and
- illusions without substance. And I should know. I know what I am, but I also
- know what I fight for."
- A tiny, juvenile figure manifests before you, its head canted inquisitively. It
- chirps, "Do you?"
- You say with a harsh Western accent, "YES."
- The figure smiles. Disgustingly, alarmingly genuine.
- You have emoted: Jiraishin hisses through his teeth.
- Farrah asks, "Voices in the wind. Are they truly worth arguing with?"
- Achilles appears, a look of love in his eyes.
- Achilles's eyes uncloud as a wunjo rune heals his blindness.
- Ethereal bonds flash forth to bind Achilles as his gaze falls upon a nairat
- rune.
- Achilles's eyes close suddenly as he falls asleep.
- Farrah frowns at Achilles.
- You say grudgingly with a harsh Western accent, "Probably not."
- A small cry escapes the lips of the sleeping Achilles.
- Achilles opens his eyes and stretches languidly, a smile on his face.
- Achilles eats a kola nut.
- Achilles clenches his fists and grits his teeth.
- Farrah leaps into the air and launches a flying kick at Achilles.
- Farrah connects.
- Achilles has writhed free of his entanglement by ropes.
- Achilles stands up.
- Achilles says in a calm, steady voice, "Hi."
- You say to Achilles with a harsh Western accent, "You shouldn't be here."
- Achilles peers about himself unscrupulously.
- Achilles says in a calm, steady voice, "Alright."
- A fell howling echoes throughout the fog, the celadon hues abruptly darkening.
- The towering draconic form of Achilles moves to the northeast, razor-sharp
- claws leaving deep gouges in his wake.
- Farrah says, "That is ominous."
- You say with a harsh Western accent, "What about this hasn't been?"
- A black robe swirls into view, rising up around a tall figure in a hiss of
- foul-smelling wind.
- Ebony black robes fall in sheer waves of midnight around the tall form of this
- shrouded figure, concealing every feature of his body. A deep hood covers his
- head, and thick black scarves wind around his face. His long sleeves hang down
- over his hands, removing them from sight, and the hems of his garment trail
- around the ground to leave no sign of his feet. The figure moves with a vaguely
- serpentine slither, sliding across the ground with no hint of a normal humanoid
- gait. Something about his proportions seems vaguely off, even beneath the
- robes, as if his joints did not quite meet in the correct places.
- The Hunter almost glows with nearly god-like power.
- He has 100% health remaining.
- He weighs about 200 pounds.
- You see nothing in it.
- You hunch slightly and flare your body as you hiss warningly at the Hunter.
- A gentle hum arises from Farrah's angel, as it raises a shield to protect her.
- You touch the tattoo and a nearly invisible magical shield forms around you.
- A horrible gurgling voice from deep within the figure's hood says, "WHERE IS
- IT?"
- You have emoted: At last, Jiraishin smiles.
- You say to the Hunter with a harsh Western accent, "Do you even remember being
- human?"
- The Hunter cranes its hollow gaze towards Astarod.
- You say to the Hunter with a harsh Western accent, "I'm surprised you can
- speak."
- Flying out to the northeast, the menacing swarm departs.
- With a low, rumbling rattle, the Hunter descends into the ground in a plume of
- inky miasma.
- A wet, squelching thump heralds the entry of an unseen visitor, the room
- filling with the foul stench of corruption.
- [probing shows Hunter is still here]
- An unspecified thing leaves.
- [probing shows Hunter is still here]
- The Hunter waves a shrouded hand toward Astarod, and Astarod abruptly vanishes.
- Soothing voices emanate from the fog, as if trying to placate something.
- The Hunter twitches violently, heaving wet, heavy breaths.
- Farrah tells you, "Do you think a part of it -is- still human?"
- A horrible gurgling voice from deep within the figure's hood says, "WHY? WHY DO
- THEY LIVE?"
- You tell Farrah, "Yes."
- You say with a harsh Western accent, "Who?"
- The black figure's robes abruptly collapse, falling empty to the ground before
- blowing away.
- A myriad chorus of discordant voices intones with a childish lilt, "You. Duh."
- You have emoted: One corner of Jiraishin's mouth quirks up slightly.
- A myriad chorus of discordant voices intones with a childish lilt, "Both of you
- should just die. It would be easier that way."
- You say comfortably with a harsh Western accent, "Now, now. That's hardly
- original."
- Farrah says, "It is not our purpose to make things easy."
- A myriad chorus of discordant voices intones with a childish lilt, "You can't
- stop it. Nobody can. Why try?"
- You say with a harsh Western accent, "We can stop it, we will stop it, and
- frankly even if we could -not-, I for one think that the world we make by
- trying is infinitely superior to wallowing in these caves."
- Dusk steals silently over the horizon and crimson and ochre engulf the
- firmament, their seductive tones beckoning the sun to its nightly repose.
- Something hisses in the fog, as if an acid were wearing away at stone.
- Darkness settles over the bog as evening advances. The mangrove trees cast long
- shadows over the murky waters, and the drone of insects rises to accompany the
- quiet gurgling and sloshing of the bog's treacherous terrain.
- You say amusedly with a harsh Western accent, "Is that supposed to be
- symbolic?"
- A breathy whisper emanates from the fog, "If only you knew."
- You say sarcastically with a harsh Western accent, "Enlighten me."
- Your mind spins as thousands of brilliant images and sounds crash through it in
- the space of a brief instant. Sanity crumbles before the relentless barrage,
- and a primal scream of utter torment escapes your lips.
- You have been afflicted with fear.
- You have been afflicted with stupidity.
- You have been afflicted with dizziness.
- You have been afflicted with recklessness.
- You have been afflicted with shyness.
- You have been afflicted with amnesia.
- What do you want to eat?
- You hug yourself compassionately.
- You take a drink from a silver bell vial.
- The elixir heals and soothes you.
- You remove 1 lobelia seed, bringing the total in the rift to 2418.
- You fall to your knees in worship.
- There is nothing to fear but fear itself.
- You eat a lobelia seed.
- Prudence rules your psyche once again.
- You have cured the recklessness affliction.
- You remove 1 goldenseal root, bringing the total in the rift to 571.
- You eat a goldenseal root.
- You are no longer dizzy.
- You have cured the dizziness affliction.
- You stumble and poke yourself in the eye.
- What do you want to eat?
- You blink.
- You burp obscenely.
- You remove 1 goldenseal root, bringing the total in the rift to 570.
- "The voices! The voices! Get them out of my head!!" you moan, holding your head
- in pain.
- You eat a goldenseal root.
- Your shyness has been cured. You can now face the world boldly.
- You have cured the shyness affliction.
- Farrah winces in pain.
- You eat a goldenseal root.
- You aren't such a complete idiot anymore.
- You have cured the stupidity affliction.
- You have emoted: Jiraishin's scarred lips curve back in a fierce smile, and he
- fights back a laugh as he painfully gets to his feet.
- A myriad chorus of discordant voices intones with a childish lilt, "It hurts,
- doesn't it?"
- You say with a harsh Western accent, "Most things do."
- The juvenile figure manifests once again, her appearance gradually becoming
- more lucid with each time. She chirps, "It doesn't have to. I can show you. The
- pretender."
- You say with a harsh Western accent, "I'm sure I don't have to tell you the story of
- -exactly- how my Marking took place."
- She hides a hand behind her indistinct mouth, and laughs quietly. "The one
- without the fire in her soul. That one I can't help."
- Farrah's eyes sparkle with amusement.
- Farrah says, ""Help", yes."
- Lowering her head to the floor, the figure pauses for a moment. "We tried to
- help the fire bird, too. But it just couldn't understand."
- You say with a harsh Western accent, "The fire bird lives."
- Farrah creases her brow in a frown.
- The figure looks up, smiling apologetically. "It wasn't made to understand. We
- don't blame it."
- You say curiously with a harsh Western accent, "Were you Aucri?"
- The fog descends into sudden silence for a moment, the childlike figure frozen
- in time.
- You say with a harsh Western accent, "Your father killed you."
- A myriad chorus of discordant voices intones with a childish lilt, "Once. We
- were many. Now we are together."
- Farrah says, "Many children butchered by the Nihilists, perhaps."
- Farrah creases her brow in a frown.
- You say with a harsh Western accent, "The legend says the Hunter first came to
- the caverns to feed his children in a time of famine. And made a deal to save
- the city's life."
- You say with a harsh Western accent, "An irony, there."
- The childish figure resumes its sudden animation, shrugging with a ghostly
- grin. "All bargain. But deals do not stop the inevitable."
- You say with a harsh Western accent, "I've often remarked that the Mad God
- offers only the same thing to His allies and His enemies."
- Nodding slowly to herself, the figure folds her arms. "Father has marked you
- both, so I must be kind. Even to the ashen one."
- You say with a harsh Western accent, "My Mark is gone."
- Raising a finger slowly, the juvenile figure points at something.
- All at once, the flow of blood in your body abruptly stops. Through a wall of
- sheer panic, you watch with horror as your own arm bends against your will,
- striking your own cheek with such force that you are sent sprawling to the
- ground, your arm breaking thereafter.
- You have been afflicted with damagedrightarm.
- You have been afflicted with brokenrightarm.
- Your right arm is greatly damaged from the beating.
- You have been afflicted with prone.
- You have been afflicted with fear.
- You are no longer stunned.
- You stand up.
- There is nothing to fear but fear itself.
- You take out some salve and quickly rub it on your arms.
- You say with a harsh Western accent, "And?"
- In a mellifluous lilt, the figure giggles, a lone voice resonating throughout
- the fog. "Nuh-uh."
- You have emoted: Jiraishin frowns.
- Farrah says, "Mine is gone, however, and his will be, soon enough."
- You say flatly with a harsh Western accent, "Oh. The favour."
- You say with a harsh Western accent, "It will disperse."
- Glancing at her feet, the figure frowns for a moment, and nods sadly. "It will.
- But you are here now."
- You say with a harsh Western accent, "Not, you will note, alone."
- In slowed time, the figure looks up at the both of you, a broad, child-like
- smile plastered over its alarmingly corporeal features.
- Hushed whispers pervade, "They're coming. But I'll always be with you,
- pretender. And you too, ashen one. One day."
- Your enhanced senses inform you that Irimon has entered Piles of stones within
- a bog, to the northeast.
- Your enhanced senses inform you that Penwize has entered Piles of stones within
- a bog, to the northeast.
- Your enhanced senses inform you that Irimon has entered Before the entrance of
- a gloomy swamp cavern at your location.
- Your enhanced senses inform you that Penwize has entered Before the entrance of
- a gloomy swamp cavern at your location.
- Irimon's aura of weapons rebounding disappears.
- Irimon's cantata shatters the defences surrounding Farrah.
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