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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Ferrix" data-source="post: 1886460" data-attributes="member: 6115">Nassitch, Tau and Kimble return from the shack of Cantus and Nassitch goes to Uiim, interrupting his writing but the news is well worth the interruption.Uiim:[spoiler] You can read the spoilered post #155[/spoiler]As the members of the troupe shape up the carriages and dismantle the stage, placing it in the supply wagon, Olivia makes her way to the scene of the dead Huom and sits entering into a quiet contemplative state.  Kromgron watches over her, playing with the cat in the meantime.  Most things are quiet except for the bustle the troupe is making.  Layonarai rests under a blanket in one of the carriages, a cup of warm water in her hands to soothe her shaken soul.In an uncommonly less than amiable mood, Log-a-log makes his way towards one of the carriages and disappears around behind it.  Apparently Uiim's berating left an impression upon the halfling.Log-a-log:[spoiler] You disappear into the woods for a time, although you feel at the very least mildly irritated at Uiim's reaction, you can imagine in future circumstances that it may be best to at least let the worrisome gnome what you are up to.  He really does mean well.[/spoiler]Olivia:[spoiler] As you concentrate the constant darkness which surrounds you slowly falls away, a shadowy light flickers into being.You can make out the Huom, he is carrying something in a wrapped bundle, he enters the house.  A moment behind him is a slightly frail looking human, his skin is reddened as if heavily sunburnt.  He opens the door and disappears inside, with a flash of fire, the windows are shattered and out stumbles the Huom, charred but still alive.  In the doorway stands the human, his once dark eyes flare with a reddish malevolence.  The human approaches the Huom who attempts to clamber away, but makes it no more than a mere foot or two before the hand of the human rests upon the Mythar's shoulder.  Dark tendrils of energy course down the humans arm, they look, hungry.  The Huom's face twists and yet no scream comes from the poor creature, you would never thought you could feel pity for the Mythar but whatever is happening is far more dreadful than anything you could imagine.  The Huom's shaking and twisting grows slight but the tendrils keep the Huom from collapsing completely, and the humans veins bulge with an unnatural strength.  The human releases his grasp and the corpse drops limp to the earth, the human then walks away from the corpse and the house which is now engulfed in fire.  The primary emotion you draw from this is such an intermixing of fear and rage that it chills you.[/spoiler]</blockquote>

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