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Messages - CrimsonEon

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Jann took a moment to look over the ring, his expression in some mixture of reminiscent and irritated.
: "Wyrmpeak's sigil. It's changed since the Reich took over, but that's definitely it." The hunter handed it back to Suzanne, "Looks like we're on the right track, heading there."

587
I figure Ochita can move Albert to O11 to heal Senija, while Lamden heals Catherine and cantos to Albert's old spot. Lily could then take Lamden's old spot and either attack or donce, while a melee fighter takes her spot.

588
Jann sighed, standing up from their fruitless search for evidence.
: "Still nothing. At least that's two dozen less collaborators to deal with."

589
Jann laid a hand over a singed portion of his jacket, checking the burnt scar below inflicted by the light magic of the bandit leader. It didn't impede his movement much, but if he exerted too much we would find himself in much worse shape.
: "Can't disagree with that."
Looking over to the hill the bandit leader fell, Jann made his way over with Gregory to Search Thericles' body for any identifying affects.

590
Jann quietly walked towards rocky hills his opponent last held before they turned tail. Picking his hatchet up out of the ground, he took a moment to clean the dulling blade of blood before returning to the others.
: "Simple enough. Anyone too hurt to walk?"

591
Jann continues hatchetduel.

592
Lamden burns ye assassin.

593
Jann to 4,5. Hatchet the Bandit.

594
The cloaked woman, glaring at the vagrants emerging from the gates, heaved a sigh.
: "Haah... I suppose I must secure my way home."
She rushed directly towards the Mage beside them. Casting her cloak behind her, the sword at her belt was already drawn in her hand as her expression quickly shifted into a deathly glare.
: "You imbeciles have made your final mistake!"
Remy to F12. Swordstab the Mage.

595
Lamden took a moment to stare at his now-cured arm, before heaving a sigh.
: "...Right."
Lamden to O10.

596
The cloaked woman, seemingly satisfied with the little talk she managed, began to keep her distance and slowly slip away. At least, until the talk around the plaza began over the Gates, stopping her in her tracks. Though the young man Cerin inquired those who had just recently passed through the gates, the woman remained silent, her expression reflecting just a little bit of concern.
: "Hmm..."

597
: "I see. Well, I would say that your tribe is fortunate to have a Seer so willing to learn and adapt. Not all are so lucky to have such humble elders."
The woman cocked her head to the side.
: "If curiosity permits, however, you say your tribe only had need of learning the nature of the Gates recently. Why now?"

598
The cloaked woman raised an eyebrow.
: "Oh dear, using the Gates and yet you do not know that much? The Council is simply the leadership of Hub, and presides over the usage and maintenance of the Gates themselves. They're comprised of a delegation from each of the core worlds, formed to best assess and deal with their welfare."
She sighed and shrugged.
: "I suppose it's less common knowledge than I thought."

599
The cloaked woman stood idly by as the two exchanged pleasantries and bits of their culture, with more than a hint of amusement.
: "Two people of stature today, hm? I don't suppose you're also looking for the Council?" She directed at the Seer.

600
The woman tilted her head, part in surprise, but part in restrained bemusement.
: "Oh? A prince of the Ssistyl clans to grace this land with his presence? Most humbling. In that case, it seems certain that the Council would lend an ear to someone of such stature."
The cloaked woman pulled her cloak aside and curtsied to the best of her ability, despite the now-visible weapons and plates of armor weighing her down.
: "Alas, what mere name I possess is unfit for the ears of nobility any longer, I apologize. But I do hope you find luck in your travels in Hub, whatever they may be, Sir Tiorneskal."

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