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<blockquote data-quote="Isida Kep'Tukari" data-source="post: 6251233" data-attributes="member: 4441">Antennae listens to Echo's words, coming to an abrupt halt as she states her intentions.&nbsp; It pauses, tilting its head.&quot;Parameters accepted.&nbsp; No living being will be removed unless violence if given in spite of explanations.&quot;With that, the abhumans will begin their march up the gravity corridor, assuming the group comes along*.&nbsp; Behind them, the machine grows louder, its whine higher, as it moves into a higher stage of production.&nbsp; The abhumans will march straight up the corridor to the platform, and then up into open air.&nbsp; Up above, it's not nearly so hot, though still far warmer than it should be for the Shear in winter.&nbsp; The jungle still stands, and both Sevar Trimm's and Kolos Githian's caravans are nearby, everyone looking, at the least, strained, and at the most, terrified.Sevar gets his voice back first, watching you emerge with a group of abhumans.&nbsp; &quot;What in the name of Wind and sand is going on?!&quot;&nbsp; His grip on his crossbow is white-knuckled, and the aneen under him sidles nervously.*OOC - Anyone wanting to try to stay behind, linger to see what happens, loot cyphers on the way out, bonk abhumans on the head, try to figure out where they're coming from?&nbsp; Or is everyone going peaceably with the Forward Guard and onward to upside-down mountains and glory?</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Isida Kep'Tukari, post: 6251233, member: 4441"] Antennae listens to Echo's words, coming to an abrupt halt as she states her intentions. It pauses, tilting its head. "Parameters accepted. No living being will be removed unless violence if given in spite of explanations." With that, the abhumans will begin their march up the gravity corridor, assuming the group comes along*. Behind them, the machine grows louder, its whine higher, as it moves into a higher stage of production. The abhumans will march straight up the corridor to the platform, and then up into open air. Up above, it's not nearly so hot, though still far warmer than it should be for the Shear in winter. The jungle still stands, and both Sevar Trimm's and Kolos Githian's caravans are nearby, everyone looking, at the least, strained, and at the most, terrified. Sevar gets his voice back first, watching you emerge with a group of abhumans. "What in the name of Wind and sand is going on?!" His grip on his crossbow is white-knuckled, and the aneen under him sidles nervously. *OOC - Anyone wanting to try to stay behind, linger to see what happens, loot cyphers on the way out, bonk abhumans on the head, try to figure out where they're coming from? Or is everyone going peaceably with the Forward Guard and onward to upside-down mountains and glory? [/QUOTE]

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