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| === VI. A Bloom of Hope === | === VI. A Bloom of Hope === | ||
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| === VII. The Roots Refuse the Shadow === | === VII. The Roots Refuse the Shadow === | ||
| - | Upon reaching the verdant borders of the Treant' | + | Upon reaching the verdant borders of the Treant' |
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| === IX. An orb, a doll, and a twisted purpose === | === IX. An orb, a doll, and a twisted purpose === | ||
| - | The following morning, after a swift council, the party resolved to deliver the Orb to the designated warehouse, the one indicated by the head of Cantanagia, and rid themselves of the accursed thing with haste. Sticking to the most crowded paths, and sensing the presence of hidden, shadowy watchers along the rooftops, they arrived unscathed at the delivery point. Here, Will casually patted his leather satchel and felt a chilling lightness, the horror rapidly setting in. Checking the contents of his travelling bag was a nightly ritual, one that Ribby and Roar had diverted him from the night before with the promises of relaxing massages and joints lubrication. But the greater shock lay within his breastplate compartment. The pouch containing the Orb was open, and the Orb itself was fused to his very body, partially sunken into his plating and impossible to remove. Next to it, the item he now frantically searched for lay—a small, simple thing of thread and wool: a doll, which he clutched to quickly hide away. | + | The following morning, after a swift council, the party resolved to deliver the Orb to the designated warehouse, the one indicated by the head of Cantanagia, and rid themselves of the accursed thing with haste. Sticking to the most crowded paths, and sensing the presence of hidden, shadowy watchers along the rooftops, they arrived unscathed at the delivery point. Here, Will casually patted his leather satchel and felt a chilling lightness, the horror rapidly setting in. Checking the contents of his travelling bag was a nightly ritual, one that Ribby and Roar had diverted him from the night before with the promises of relaxing massages and joints lubrication. But the greater shock lay within his breastplate compartment. The pouch containing the Orb was open, and the Orb itself was fused to his very body, partially sunken into his plating and impossible to remove. Next to it, the item he now frantically searched for lay—a small, simple thing of thread and wool: a [[npc:doll|doll]], which he clutched to quickly hide away. |
| As his companions circled him, confused as to why their normally calm friend was now visibly agitated, they realized their troublesome mission had become more complicated with a new and dark twist. Yet, there was no time for discussion; they stood before the warehouse doors. The small Ribbet attempted to scout the building, but a voice from within had already noted their presence, inquiring as to their purpose. | As his companions circled him, confused as to why their normally calm friend was now visibly agitated, they realized their troublesome mission had become more complicated with a new and dark twist. Yet, there was no time for discussion; they stood before the warehouse doors. The small Ribbet attempted to scout the building, but a voice from within had already noted their presence, inquiring as to their purpose. | ||
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| Lacking a better course, the party chose to enter the warehouse, letting fate chart the path. Within it, armed workers, including several clanks, were shifting boxes in a busy, delivery-driven scene. Theodor, this time to the surprise of no one, melted immediately into the shadows unseen. As the others approached the commander of the workers, Will hinted for Mirelle to lead the discourse. | Lacking a better course, the party chose to enter the warehouse, letting fate chart the path. Within it, armed workers, including several clanks, were shifting boxes in a busy, delivery-driven scene. Theodor, this time to the surprise of no one, melted immediately into the shadows unseen. As the others approached the commander of the workers, Will hinted for Mirelle to lead the discourse. | ||
| - | The demand for the Orb and to conclude the transaction was swift. However, for lack of better words and attempting to explain the grim complication, | + | The demand for the Orb and to conclude the transaction was swift. However, for lack of better words and attempting to explain the grim complication, |
| Caught by surprise, the company was immediately encircled as attacks rained down. They were separated, yet these mere hirelings were no match for the tested coordination of the heroes. Without a missed beat, Theodor materialized from the darkness, a harvest of death reaped by his quick blades. Will deflected the blows aimed at Mirelle, the companion closest to him, while Roar and Ribby held the flank, rapidly disposing of anyone foolish enough to get too close. | Caught by surprise, the company was immediately encircled as attacks rained down. They were separated, yet these mere hirelings were no match for the tested coordination of the heroes. Without a missed beat, Theodor materialized from the darkness, a harvest of death reaped by his quick blades. Will deflected the blows aimed at Mirelle, the companion closest to him, while Roar and Ribby held the flank, rapidly disposing of anyone foolish enough to get too close. | ||
| The skirmish seemed to rapidly approach its end, but destiny had yet another twist in store that day. The glass roof above shattered, and deadly darts rained down from familiar, shadowy figures. The enemy leader, terrified by the unfolding events, chose self-preservation over seizing the clank and bolted for the back exit. Will gave chase, glimpsing the first chance in ages for answers to his own shrouded past. But before he could lay hands upon her, she vanished into the back alleys. | The skirmish seemed to rapidly approach its end, but destiny had yet another twist in store that day. The glass roof above shattered, and deadly darts rained down from familiar, shadowy figures. The enemy leader, terrified by the unfolding events, chose self-preservation over seizing the clank and bolted for the back exit. Will gave chase, glimpsing the first chance in ages for answers to his own shrouded past. But before he could lay hands upon her, she vanished into the back alleys. | ||
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| Joining back his companions and keenly aware of the new, deadly threat lurking above—the small looting ribbet in particular, having confirmed the lethal efficacy of the airborne darts— made a final, desperate choice: to gather the team and abandon the fight as the scene fades once more, rushing through the back alleys rather than testing their luck against the assassins overhead. | Joining back his companions and keenly aware of the new, deadly threat lurking above—the small looting ribbet in particular, having confirmed the lethal efficacy of the airborne darts— made a final, desperate choice: to gather the team and abandon the fight as the scene fades once more, rushing through the back alleys rather than testing their luck against the assassins overhead. | ||
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| + | === XI. A Choice of Fates === | ||
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| + | The scene reopens upon the company huddled in the cold air outside the warehouse. A choice of three paths lay before them, each fraught with peril: to flee through the city's alleys with the breath of assassins upon their necks; to turn and face an enemy whose malice and danger they had barely started to comprehend; or to hunt the fleeing leader—the first true glimmer of light upon the shroud of Will’s forgotten past. Driven by a thirst for answers long denied, the fellowship chose the hunt. Ribby, keen-eyed and swift, caught the scent of the trail and, clinging to the metal titan, lead the way. The chase was on! | ||
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| + | === XII. The Folly of the Splintered Path === | ||
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| + | The thunder of pursuit soon rose behind our heroes. “They went that way!” a voice sharply cried out, with the sound of boots rapidly closing in. In the desperate heat of the flight, Mirelle’s footing failed, and she met the unforgiving stone of the earth. Without breaking stride, and being used to it at this point, Will caught her up, and now carrying half of his companions upon his shoulders he surged forward, all the while Ribby found himself sprinkling some water on the path behind to the amusement of the passers-by. | ||
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| + | Then, a spark of desperate tactical wit, or perhaps pure folly, ignited in the Clank’s mind. To divide the enemy’s gaze, he suggested the party to split. Roar and Theodor, trusting in the iron-willed logic of their companion, vanished into a parallel alley, but not before practicing some flips, archery, and making friends with a stone wall. As if mirrored by fate, the shadows pursuing them divided as well, and the hunt became two-fold amidst the chaotic clatter of the district. | ||
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| + | === XIII. Shadows in the Harbor === | ||
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| + | In the confusion that ensued, and where the air grows thick with the scent of brine and sawn timber, Theodor and Roar found themselves hard-pressed. In the heart of a bustling harbor, amidst the brawny men of lumber and freight, Theodor loosed a precise blade from one of his endless sleeves. The strike was a calculated lure; it drew the ire of the harbor guards and the working men toward the skulking assassins. Finding themselves suddenly surrounded by a wall of honest, angry muscle, the killers chose to melt back into the darkness. | ||
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| + | === XIV. The Raven' | ||
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| + | Meanwhile, the rest of the party had cornered the fugitive. Without losing time in pleasantries, | ||
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| + | === XV. The Secret of Rudiana === | ||
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| + | Reunited within the dim, ale-scented safety of the tavern' | ||
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| + | Under the grim threat of a snapped neck, a bargain was struck. The woman, Captain [[npc: | ||
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| + | === XVI. The Eve of Departure === | ||
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| + | With the promise to sail at the dawning of the next day, the company dispersed into the quiet of the evening. The threat had retreated, leaving a hollow peace. The heroes turned to the quiet of introspection, | ||
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