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Message: <blockquote data-quote="hewligan" data-source="post: 4655313" data-attributes="member: 19688">Aldern looks up at Danth, coughing up blood. His eyes shut for a second, but when they open there is a clarity there for a second. His glance changes to Jokad, who he focuses upon, his eyes drilling into the Shoanti."The Seven" is his only response. The words whispered as the very last of his lift slips from him.Jovik searches the room:This damp cavern contains several items of furniture. A rickety table sits in the middle of the cave, its damp surface cluttered with all manner of what appears to be garbage: empty bottles, bits of clothing, crumpled bits of paper, and more, lying in neatly organized rows. A painting leans against the far side of the table, facing a large leather chair that sits nearby. This chair’s high back and cushion are horribly stained by smears of rotten meat and its arms are sticky with blood. A smaller table sits against the southern wall, its surface heaped with silver platters, fine porcelain plates, and crystalware. The “food” on these plates and platters is rotten meat, in some cases humanoid in source, and in all cases writhing with maggots. Thick, rotting blood gels in the crystal. Yet the horrific stench of the room seems somehow even thicker and more overwhelming than this gruesome display can account for on its own. The stench seems strongest to the west, where the cave’s wall has been overtaken by a horrific growth of dark green mold and dripping fungi. At the center, a patch of black tumescent fungus grows, its horny ridges and tumor-like bulbs forming what could almost be taken to be a humanoid outline. What appears to have once been an exquisite puzzlebox the size of a man’s fist lies smashed on the ground at the fungoid shape’s feet.On the table the items are clearly old items of Jokad's, from lost items of clothing to used potion bottles. A stack of charcoal drawings on water-damaged parchment depicting Jokad, drawn by his hand. The nature of the drawings shows Jokad in idealised poses, fighting or protecting. There are several pages of this stuff.Mixed in with these drawings is a letter written in a graceful hand. Addressed to Aldern. Jovik flicks it open and takes a look.Aldern— You have served us quite well. The delivery you harvested from the caverns far exceeds what I had hoped for. You may consider your debt to the Brothers paid in full. Yet I still have need of you, and when you awaken from your death, you should find your mind clear and able to understand this task more than in the state you lie in as I write this. You shall remember the workings of the Sihedron ritual, I trust. You seemed quite lucid at the time, but if you find after your rebirth that you have forgotten, return to your townhouse in Magnimar. My agents shall contact you there soon—no need for you to bother the Brothers further. I will provide the list of proper victims for the Sihedron ritual in two days’ time. Commit that list to memory and then destroy it before  you begin your work. The ones I have selected must be marked before they die, otherwise they do my master no good and the greed in their souls will go to waste. If others get in your way, though, you may do with them as you please. Eat them, savage them, or turn them into pawns—it matters not to me. —Your Mistress, Wanton of Nature’s Pagan Forms</blockquote>

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