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[center][h3][b][u][color=red]Ira Amaterasu[/color][/u][/b][/h3]

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Ira awoke to find himself curled into a ball on the stolen carriage’s bare floor. He suffered from and terrible headache and felt quite drained. As he drifted more into reality he would remember the ritual he’d performed the previous night. When it finally sunk into his mind he jumped in excitement to see the flute , all in one piece, laying on table where he was working. [color=red] “ Food. I need food.”[/color] He reached into his bag to find the animal he’d preseasoned and preserved for cooking. After Ira found what he was looking for he went outside and started a fire, placed the meat on wooden pikes , and went back inside to grab his manuscript. He was anxious to find a way to make the flute work. 

He sat on the ground near the fire, crossed legged, with book in hand. He studied the book, almost forgetting about the searing meats. Thirty minutes later he decided it may be best to take a break and fill his stomach. After scarfing down the freshly cooked meat in only seconds he was right back into the book. It seemed he was looking for answers his manuscript didn’t contain. He tried blowing the flute but to no avail. It never even made a sound. [color=red] “Piece of shit. I didn’t put my power into this thing for it not to respond.”[/color] 

[color=purple] “The soul of another is what you need.[/color] , said the manuscript. Ira was now officially fed up with these quests. He wanted the power now , not after a hundred years travels. [color=red] “ Fine. Lemme guess. Mage’s soul = flute’s power. Just to let you know I’m not leaving until I take her out. Later. I need some me time.”[/color] , Ira said as he grabbed his bag and headed out of the carriage. His destination was Taka. He might take some detours but only time could tell. [/center]