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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Dekana" data-source="post: 3970093" data-attributes="member: 57009">Kaeso quietly listens to Megara, somewhat tempted to start demanding answers. If this woman in fact has the gift of prophecy, maybe we should just cut to the chase and ask who is really responsible for what happened. She knows the future, but what about the past?"Well it's good to know we're not completely alone, even if half the city wants our heads. Megara... we only vaguely remember what happened to us at the start of all this unpleasantness." Kaeso describes the half-hidden memory he experienced just prior to waking up drenched in the blood of the knights, giving particular attention to the part where he was drugged;[sblock=Flashback!]You are bound, while men in robes chant around you. A creature with a hideous face full of mandibles stands amongst them, arms raised and your past nightmare and the current one seem to blend and mesh together. You want this nightmare to end, but instead can only watch as they cut the creature along the chest and collect the ichor from the wound in a large pan. They mix the ichor with other ingredients that you thankfully cannot quite see, but then hands force your mouth open and a cup is held in front of your lips. Realization hits you. You scream and try to fight, but all that comes out is a gurgle as the liquid reaches your throat and your mind begins to grow dull. Hands clamp your mouth closed and once more your vision fades to darkness. But you are no longer alone. A voice whispers in your mind in a language both ancient and hideous. And there are two other voices, garbled in your memory.[/sblock]"Does any of this sound familiar? Who were the men in robes, and what was the tentacled-face creature?"</blockquote>

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