[hr][hr][center][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/230605/b188b8e9cb2b405065c58f91ded076a7.png[/img][hr][img]https://media.tenor.com/rLjTeD6cKhQAAAAC/dr-strange-doctor.gif[/img][hr][@BlueSky44][@Nallore][@Trainerblue192][@PatientBean][@Blizz][@Kirah][@KazAlkemi][hr][h3][color=FF0000][b]Limbo[/b][/color][/h3][/center][hr]	The wounds on your chest continued to bleed Jack, showing no sign of clotting. To my trained eye, I would recommend applying even pressure [i]immediately[/i]. Otherwise, you may find yourself bleeding to death. Having another Sorcerer Supreme perish in Limbo today would be tacky. Although I am sure that some of the demons would rejoice in such a thing - and perhaps one of your fellow Sorcerers Supreme would enjoy lapping at the strange black blood gushing from your body. 

	It is truly too bad your group does not have a doctor - you are all in dire need of one. 

	Carolina, a glance through the window shows that the skeletal horses Butter Rum and Mercymorn are tied up outside to a post of sorts. The horses are awake and alert, pawing at the ground nervously. Mercymorn turns her gaze, looking at you through the window. [i]I guess the Green Eyed One can't come to the phone right now - why? because they're DEAD[/i] Mercymorn chattered into your mind. 
		 
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	There was no response from Ananym. The screams continue, unending in their agony. Perhaps you assume the worst. But I can assure you, the worst is yet to come. 

	Sym chuckled, amused at your bravado - and happy, as it gave him an excuse to hurt you. "How [i]exactly[/i] are you going to kick my ass, when I'm here, and you're there?" he asked. "For example, I can do this-" he swings his spiked club, colliding with your left ankle - "and you can't do [i]shit[/i] about it." 

	"The boss is none other than the prince of Limbo, Witchfire," Sym then added. "So I'll ask you again - are you in? Or are you [i]out[/i]?"[hr][hr][center][h3][b][color=#a81a75]Runa the Grey[/color][/b][/h3][img]https://static.tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pub/images/db4f97a911c55834e8956c78fb0d486b.jpg[/img][hr][b][color=#a81a75]Location:[/color][/b] Limbo
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[hr][hr][/center]	Runa nodded, feeling the brush of Edus' arm on her own. It was sweet of him. They took his arm, allowing him to guide them through the night. [color=#a81a75]"Aye, that would be the one,"[/color] she affirmed. Truthfully, they did not need his description to come to that conclusion. Some realms worked in the ways of stories, and while this one was filled with horrors, it seemed like they were being drawn to some sort of an inevitable conclusion. They had been guided here, brought here for some reason, some purpose. Stephen's death was only the beginning. 

	They kept this opinion to themselves though, not wanting to frighten the children. 

	She chuckled though, at Prudence's advice to come up with more useful magics. [color=#a81a75]"You would not like my more useful spells, child,"[/color] they chided gently. [color=#a81a75]"What I truly weave is an affront to the gods - a heresy so grand that I have been cast out from my place in the heavens."[/color] She paused again, and smiled. [color=#a81a75]"I will show you."[/color]

	The battle had been awfully boring, after all. Perhaps it was time to stretch those muscles again and dabble with the dark forces. 

	Unfortunately, they had never heard of Witchfire before - and if they had, the name had long since been lost to time. [color=#a81a75]"I am afraid not. I suspect a demon and the killer of poor Stephen. But the way ahead is unclear and I am blinded in more ways than one."[/color] 

	Time compressed and stretched. The small group would be at the foot of the mountain on which the castle stood in almost no time at all. All they had to do was climb.