[h1][color=skyblue]Coastal Vigils[/color][/h1]
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More horns signaled more arrivals. Today was a busy day for the Vigils. Yet so far, only one new charge had earned their action. The robed skeleton had already met two natives.

And though it seemed unlikely he would, he could not be permitted to ever leave the Continent.

One Vigil ventured forth to carry out the deed.

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[h1][color=firebrick]Gerald Pithers[/color][/h1]
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"WE AH IN SEARCH A ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGES, FAIRY-RICHARD." Gerald replied, "AN' OI BE UNFAMILIAH WIT DA LAYOUT A THIS FOREIGN LAND, SO WE WILL 'AVE TO SCOWEH THE AREA FOR A SUITABLE AVENUE WOT PEDDLES 'EM."

The trio came about an elevation of rocks, with a few lamp posts jutting from between the crevices. "AH, SOIGNS A CIVILIZATION." Gerald said, climbing over the lowest hurdles. "LET US ASCEND THIS NATURAL STAIRCASE SO WE MAY-"

He was interrupted as one brighter rock [i]jumped[/i] upward before him. Gerald paused as a looming figure stood before him. Pale blue skin, rags, and the iconic shell-head.

A Vigil.

"AH, YET ANOTHA JUNGLE INHABITANT." Gerald called out, "BE YOU INTERESTED IN AH PURSU-"

A dark, undulating tentacle arose from one of the holes in the Vigil's head, and swiped at Gerald's before he could finish his inquiry. The skeleton fell back down the rocks, onto the sand near Saaria and Cia. The Vigil wasted no time in vacating the area before the other two could react, jumping up the rocks and disappearing into the jungle.

The slimy residue from the tentacle settled on the side of Gerald's skull, forming a bumpy spot of brown, writhing like a little mass of tentacles. He slowly picked himself up off the sand.

"WOT IN BLAZES..." He called out, darting his vision this way and that.

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