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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Old Fezziwig" data-source="post: 290339" data-attributes="member: 59">Prologue (Move 8a)30 Flamerule 1372 DR, Caerrhen, Damara-Impiltur borderIt is currently unseasonably warm and uncomfortable in northwestern Impiltur, with uncharacteristically high humidity. There is no noticeable wind.Sir Zichard Danilk, Approximately 1115 hoursSlowing down to a near halt, you take a look around this part of Caerrhen.  You've run just about clear across the town, past the temple of Ilmater, and into a small ramshackle section of buildings bordering a something that is ostensibly an apple orchard.  It's pretty much one of the sickest apple orchards you've ever seen.  [Spot Check: (13 on d20) + (Skill +2) = 15]  You're fairly sure that the beast went into this area of the town, but you can't make out where it has gone.  It may be in the orchard, but it also stands a good chance of not being there.  Either way, it still has the baby...Ezra Geonora, Approximately 1300 hoursYou quickly grab the undead rodent and crush it, tossing it into the flames with its kith.  Isaanhen and Masathael look at each other and at you.  Isaanhen speaks slowly, "We put that panel up.  We put all of them up.  I'm certain that those things weren't there when we put that panel up.  Ilmater's truth, I swear to it."Before you can finish asking the priestess, she's well into casting a spell.  Quietly chanting, her eyes glow in a pure white and she lapses into a waking trance.  Her first eye motion is to the flame in the recess, but she quickly looks away.  "There's more for certain, near here."  She pauses and continues a low, hushed chant.  "Tens of auras, at least one much stronger than the rats."  She continues to chant, and then abruptly stops, her eyes flash from white to crimson and then back to normal, "Close to us, at times near, at others far."  Daan, Approximately 1315 hoursAs you approach the rat, you notice that the canvas is still smoking from around the body.  Mickul grunts, "It's not a thing I've ever seen.  Not at all like the stories I've heard about shapechangers."  The scarred man begins to drag the singed corpse of the other man from under the tent.  He picks it up and heads into the town, "If the others come back with water, or —", he snorts, "help, tell them I've taken Vynchens to the temple.  For what it's worth, at least, they might be able to do something."  He starts to head into town, and then stops.  Turning to you, he points at the creature — "Bind it.  Hands, feet, and drag it into town with me.  Lady Assa may be able to do something with it."OOC: If the other two of you (Rorschach, perivas) can post your moves tomorrow, I will post a response tomorrow evening.  Other scheduling information in the OOC thread!</blockquote>

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