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Message: <blockquote data-quote="talien" data-source="post: 4478028" data-attributes="member: 3285">To Walk in Carcosa: Part 4 – The Road and the ForestThey came onto a large stage of an immaculate, Coryani-style amphitheater.  A semicircle of stone seats rose up into the sky; trapdoors and scene shifting equipment indicated that the theater was still in use.“Movement,” said Ilmarė.  “I think I saw a man with a…”There was the crack of a pistol shot.  Ilmarė spun from the blast.“Damn humans!” shouted the elorii.  Kham took out both his pistols.  “You okay?”Ilmarė clutched her shoulder, blood streaming between her fingertips.  “He only grazed me.”“Damn Kolter and his crappy pistols!” Kham shook his head. “Every fool with a grudge has one.” He shouted at the pillar. “Come out, you’re outnumbered!”Ilmarė arched an eyebrow.  “What?” Kham shrugged.  “It’s true, we outnumber him.”A man with neatly cut brown hair, a fat face, and a nervous smile stepped out from the pillar. He was dressed in the typical cult robes of the Brotherhood of the Yellow Sign. He was tall, but moved with a hunch as though trying to remain unseen. The man placed the pistol in his pocket.“I’m sorry, I thought you were the creatures in the sky.  You’re wearing masks…” He trailed off.Ilmarė’s eyes narrowed.  “Do we LOOK like big alien bugs?”Spence coughed.  “My name’s Spence.  Quentin Spence.” He was seemed eager, manic to make their acquaintance. “I’ve been across at the Palace, even taken part in the ceremonies except the one currently happening.  We’ve summoned four spawn.  The next will summon the King in Yellow.”“That’s what those big flying sacs of crap are?” Kham kept his pistols out.  He scanned the sky.  “Great.”Ilmarė whispered an incantation and her wound healed over.“I lost my nerve though,” said Spence. “I’m looking for Roby.  I hope he’ll know what to do.  I don’t think Roby knows anything of Edwards’ plans yet.  I think he might be in the Sculpture Museum.  Do you know?”The elorii leaned near Kham.  “There’s a corpse laying in a pool of blood behind the pillar.”Kham nodded.  “Well, Spence, I think it’s probably best if we move on.” Kham put his own pistols away in the folds of his overcoat.“Oh?” said Spence, suddenly confused by Kham’s change in demeanor.“Yeah.”  Kham put one arm around Spence. “So why don’t you lead us out of here and we’ll be on our merry way.”Spence slowly nodded.  “Be careful out there, those things are dangerous…” he patted his pocket for the comfort of the Freeport pistol.  Then his eyes widened.“My pistol!  It’s gone!””Really?” asked Ilmarė.  “You must have misplaced it.”Spence’s jovial features twisted in insane rage. “You!  You took it!  You give it back, you give it back right now!”Kham sighed.  He drew one of his own Altherian pistols. “You’re not allowed to play with toys.”  With a roar, Spence launched himself at Kham.  He ducked past Kham’s outstretched arm and grappled him.They struggled.  A gunshot echoed across the arena. Spence’s gaze became unfocused.  He fell to the ground, his fingers still clutching at Kham’s overcoat.“You didn’t want that piece of junk anyway.” Kham stepped over the man’s corpse. “Freeport gnomes made it.”</blockquote>

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