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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Iron Chef BBQ" data-source="post: 1126387" data-attributes="member: 1844">Kira Wakes UpWhen Kira's vision focuses once again on the here and now, it is almost adissapointment. There in the battle, you were doing good. Even if youfailed, you were doing something. Not like right now, pestering andbeleaguring officials, and now breaking and entering. Losing at fighting evilis different than failing to get an answer. And it's got to be better thangetting your ass pinched by yet one more fat guard captain or flunkey andtold "You go on home now, pretty little thing, and don't you worry your headabout your man. Girl like you'll find a new one right 'nuff." Kira sighs,palms her picks, checks the dark cloth covering her hair, and concentrateson the task at hand.----------------------------------------------------The break-in was a success, and not a success. You didn't get caught, whichis always to the positive, but neither did you find anything new. Even herein Vesh. Especially here in Vesh, no one seems to care about a small butsteady trickle of guardsmen going to their deaths in Stonefell. And no oneseems to think there's anything unusual about the burns, the frozen limbs,and the bodies that seem to be suffering from both at the same time. Theyoung Duke certainly didn't think it was more than a titan spawn attack. Hedispatched more guards. Which in turn made more widows like you.But you have heard some rumors. There's supposed to be some newcomers intown, working for some Lord or other, who take impossible jobs. Apparentlythey take all the crazy missions no one else will touch. The bartender youspoke to said they were willing to shed blood to answer tough questions, andweren't afraid to step on toes. Actually, what he said was "They'll runover toes, and never know they were there."You have the address, tucked away next to the scrap of fabric they found inThomas' hand when they returned him to you. The fragment with the strangemarkings on it. Until yesterday, until that dream, vision, whatever, youcouldn't identify the half figure embroidered there. Now it seems as clearas Thomas' blue, blue eyes. It's a spider. The same one that flashedbefore your eyes as you died.</blockquote>

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