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Current On vacation in the tropics, sorry for inactivity
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"Oh my Ron, do you see that homosapien boy over there with his little pink shirt"- Actually something I heard today.
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Exams are making me inactive
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I'm basically a God of balancing school and work and role playing at this point
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It's okay it still fits lol @SepticGentleman
Saaria regarded the light.
"We could do that." She decided, flying up to the top of the ceiling, and making her way over to the hole. It might fit Gerald, but Saaria's wings wouldn't fit through. She quickly yelled this information over to Gerald, and Adam came over, staring at the hole with an appalled look that he hadn't noticed it before.
"That's so strange." He said, and readied his bow to fire at anything that came through.
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Saaria felt a conscience fill her mind. For a brief moment, she began to be pulled into a trance. She dropped to her knees, intelligence filling her brain. Her eyes suddenly snapped open, and she looked to Cia.
"Oh fuck no." She said, and ran over, pushing the guards over, I latching the door, and shoving Cia out all very quickly. She then slammed the door shut, and barre it just as she had before. Her mind was so full. For a brief moment she had seen something. A dark figure, with white symbols on it. And her brain had been filled with knowledge. Just a snippet of what she could have learned had she seen into the minds of the Taken. But Saaria now had a sudden skill in the English language. Her accent was still there on some words, but it was softer than before, and her pronunciation was clear.
The old lady rose and walked calmly to the door, trying to open it. The guards pushed her out of the way, and Adam was suddenly there, restraining her.
"NOBODY LEAVES!" he screamed, and everyone in a trance broke free. The whispers stopped.

Somewhere else in the ruins, some weak mind had opened a door. And anything could come through.
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And this one's gonna rip your fucking face off
As the moon shone through the trees, the Taken arrived. They moved slowly, emerging from the fog like ghosts of the villager's pasts. They were all cloaked in black, moving silently, save for the whispering noise that echoed throughout their empty skulls. They came from every side of the base, and leaped over the fence effortlessly, gliding inhumanly through the air. They then climbed over the ruins like insects trying to get inside, using their bony claws to scratch at every barred entrance. They paid no attention to the strange creature outside, and they gave off no body heat for him to detect. They simply scratched at the doors, their hypnotic whispers echoing through the temple, pleading for someone to open up. The weak minded would listen. The weak minded would obey.

Down below, Nerissa let out a soft gasp as her irises disappeared, leaving her eyes a pure white.
"They are here." She whispered, and stared forward, her hands automatically grappling onto Gerald's skull in front of her tightly.
"They are here," she repeated, her voice raising frantically. "And they have risen an evil I cannot see. A shadow stalks Unterosten. Something unknown. Something....." She paused.
"Something pure evil." She finished, her face going slack. Her eyes came back, but quickly rolled into the back of her head as she collapsed from her fit at Gerald's feet. Adam yelled.
"It's different this time! Guard the doors!", and ran to Nerissa's side, holding her tightly, as the guards stood watch. In the silence, the whispers came. The wordless hiss filled the room, a chant of nonsensical chilling whispers, a chorus of hypnotic snakes, or whatever creepy thing a person feared. Those with weak wills began to go into trances, and one old lady shrieked her saviour's name as the chorus began.
"PLEASE GODS BRING VAGNER BACK!"

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Is this thing coming into my town?

Because I would support that.
Adam recoiled with confusion.
"That's... That's strange." He simply said, and then called out to someone.
"Nerissa!" He shouted. The girl warming her hands by the fire looked up slowly. She had a simple grace to her. She wore a blue cloak which accented her purple-black skin, which she pulled the hood down from as she rose and walked to meet Adam.



"What is it?" She said, her violet eyes glimmering.
"Take a look at this." He simply asked, pointing to Gerald. She looked at him, her eyes widening with surprise for a moment.
"A new marked? Who?" She began.
"We don't know who, he's new, but his mark is...."
"Different." Nerissa finished, gliding over to Gerald and gently holding his skull, examining the mass. "If only my brother were here..." She whispered softly under her breath, and spoke to Adam without looking at him.
"This one is different. I've seen it before, but Vagner would know more about it. Perhaps the mark is...changing." She worried, and looked into Gerald's eye sockets. "He doesn't have any light in his eyes." She noted almost fearfully.

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Looking around, Cia saw that there were about 15 people in this room. They were mostly human, with a few dark elf faces standing out. One in particular caught her eye, a girl with white hair and violet eyes that reflected firelight as she warned her hands over a small campfire nearby. The room was wide, and the ceiling was high. Tall columns rose periodically around the room. Vegetation still snuck in at the corners of the roof, and there was a smell of fire and mold in the air. Adam regarded her transformation with a strange look.
"We're all from Unterosten City. We assumed you knew that." He said simply. @Cuccoruler
The man introduced himself as Adam Silveri, a ranger from the town of Unterosten. The town used to be a port city, but they fled into the forest after a strange force wiped out most of the village. Barely one hundred of them were left. The pair could see Cia flying in front of them, but Saaria did not note the potion bottle that flew down.
When the group reached the fortress, it became clear that this was not meant to be a town. It was an old stone temple, covered in vines and moss. It had clearly been abandoned for years, lost to history. It seemed to stand still, as if frozen in its own ancient time.
And yet, signs of modern living were everywhere. A wooden spiked fence was erected around the perimeter of the temple, and clothes lines blew in the warm twilight wind. When they arrived, guards stood at the ready, and they all breathed sighs of relief when they saw Adam approach.
"We thought you had been taken. It's almost dark, get inside!" One of them yelled.
"I found new people. And a port survivor." He explained, motioning towards Gerald. They eyed him curiously.
"He's already changed." They stated, clearly confused, staring at the sliver of sun left.
"The Dark Mark seems to have changed him more than the others. He cannot speak clearly." Adam said as the guards closed a large wooden gate and led the group inside one of the stone buildings. They walked down long, winding tunnels, led only by torchlight, until they saw a light at the end of one of them. The guards led them to an open stone door. Behind it layed what seemed to be a refuge of some sort. Dozens of people laid on makeshift beds, their own little stations set up. The guards closed the heavy stone door, and lowered a lock.
Adam turned towards them, removing his mask. He was a dark elf, with deep burgundy eyes and shoulder length curly black hair, which fell from his hood as he removed the mask.
"Welcome to Unterosten, refuge room 4." He said.

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Seems like a good spot for all the plots/character groups to somehow collide down the road
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