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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Isida Kep'Tukari" data-source="post: 4046975" data-attributes="member: 4441">Yatrax is muttering something under her breath in a language that none of you know, but sounds very harsh and unflattering.  Probably curses; some inflections are universal."I don't know how far these filchers can go, but this enemy seems to want to draw us into these woods," she says finally in Common.Moving carefully deeper into the forest, the small sounds of the night fade away around you, leaving you to travel in silence.  No further shrieks pierce the thick night air, and a suffocating blanket of quiet envelopes you.  Stalking deeper and deeper into the forest for several long minutes, you nearly jump out of your skin when that horrible shrieking returns.  It cuts off abruptly as a bright white-blue light, perhaps as bright as a sunrod, illuminates a clearing ahead. Peering from the cover of the trees, you see a most bizarre sight.  In the middle of the clearing, illuminated by a glowing ball of light, stands an ethereal filcher , clutching the severed head of a marauder in its lower two limbs.  In its upper two, it holds a man, one with yellow skin, red eyes, and no hair, his body twisting and writhing as it seems to shrink in upon himself, going from perhaps six feet tall to barely three, collapsing in all dimensions.  The man wears purple leather armor, has many daggers strapped to its body, and a bow on its back.The man's red eyes glare out into the woods as his size seems to stabilize."I know you're here nagaja!  You and the hunter!" he calls, his voice deep and booming despite his small size.Maavnod recognizes the word the man used: [spoiler]Nagaja means "brother," but with a specific suffix that indicates something corrupted.  It means something like, "sister in sin," to compare it to a Common phrase.[/spoiler]~~~~~~~~~For those back at the campsite, you've seen a second bright flash of light, but this one is sustained, and a good few hundred yards into forest.  The Blademark Defenders are looking around nervously, on a hair trigger of vigilence and fear.</blockquote>

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