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===> Saul: Climb! With a dexterity often lost upon you you LEAP forwards and produce from your freshly emptied sylladex several pieces of PEPPERMINT BRANCH. You lick the ends of each and slam them upon the sapphire pillar, giving you a more proper foothold. You repeat the process several times...

@Eibon Commoriom ==> Perfect. Now that you have the sleuth distracted, you can start to use the indigo blood to your advantage. Overall, a pretty good start acridPyromancy [AP] began trolling bloodiedZooanthropy [BZ] AP: hello AP: hoW are you Wrixny

AP: i see AP: hoW cumbersome, but if you deduce the ansWer, please tell me AP: the sooner, the better AP: and, as a sign of good Will to you, i Will tip you off AP: my spirits sent me a message just the other day AP: they foretold of a traitor lying in your midst AP: one that Would betray us all...

@Eibon Commoriom AP: yes, Well AP: the mystery is quite pervasive AP: i Would like for you to figure out Daldra's blood color AP: do you think you can do that for me?

@Eibon Commoriom AP: a mystery, of course AP: Why else Would i need someone of your skill type AP: i'd be Willing to pay you in information AP: as i am Want to do AP: and given how We are about to begin our mutual adventure, and segment into our teams AP: i can imagine such information Would...

==> Huh. He's pretty good. Though the difference between you and any other conniving highblood is that you don't need mind powers to manipulate people. You just need mind games, in group politics and drama. It takes precision to operate these many irons in the raging fire that is your lust for...

==> heh. Yeah. You were probably going to do that anyway. The small one and the indigo blood are probably the easiest to handle, the indigo one from all of those concussions they've suffered. Though the small one is weak and doesn't have powers, you can't help but feel weary. The cripple and...

==> Pfft. Maybe you are being a little paranoid. The isolation of the forest and all of these trees can put you on edge after all. But that's just what life is for most of your kind. Especially at the ripe age of maturity, when you and your friends are reaching the cusp of your murderous...

==> You continue to text Daldra on your troll phone, trying to spend some time while you wait for things to play themselves out. Soon enough, the stray tinkerbull that gave patronage to the fudgeblood comes over. It's incredibly sad, and begins to whine as it nudges the boy's corpse. You don't...

Character Select: [AP] Thump. Thump. Thump. The sound of that person's head banging against the tree roots is almost therapeutic. What's less is the strain on your forearms as you drag their body across the forest floor. Well, you suppose you lose this round. Youwanted to entertain...

I call a spot.

"Jerico are you....alright?" You say quietly before you acknowledge the strange new appearance the outside of the house has undergone since you last looked it over. You look over to your friend as you both take in the strange new scenery, and after peaking outside through the sliver of the door...

"Egads!" You exclaim. The change in nature is not so jarring as to have you drop your controller, but to merely feel...different. You turn you head after placing you controller down and immediately go over to the front door. The windows are all black spray painted shut as additions to a haunted...

You smile back as you find yourself greeting your friend for the first time in what feels like a while. It's unfortunate that your Aunt homeschools you and Jerico goes to public school. So whenever your summer of fun ends you often spend a lot of time apart during the week. You walk over, down...

Hm. That was...brief. You wonder as to why she's being so curt and formal with you as of late. She's normally more corial, allowing you to at least practice a few moves on her before she lays down the gauntlet. No tea, no scones...just a solemn goodbye with a key you can use to...egads! You...

You duck from her strike just in time! Her falchion barely skims across the surface of your sweater. You reply to her attack with a deft slice up her arm. Injuries are key to slowly disarming and overcoming an opponent, but so is knowing their weaknesses. You pause mid-slice, completing a basic...

Oh well, it looks like she's fairly serious this time. Not a lot of build up, no tea and scones out for you as a gift of good faith for your trouble. You have no problem with it, but it does beg of your curiosity to wonder as to why. You produce your claymore, the recently polished handle fits...

It's just one elusive puzzle piece after another. You suppose that your Aunt has always liked you to enjoy your time with her on weekends like this. And you would be more gung-ho had you not made explicitly clear prior engagements! This is starting to seem a bit...off? Not due to the scavenger...

Oh whoops! It appears as though your front door is locked, per usual. You would forget your own head had it not been attached so firmly to your shoulders. You aunt usually keeps your house as well as many of the rooms around it padlocked with a series of bolts that all require different keys...

Darn! Where could your umbrella have run off to? Oh, of course. Yesterday you were just walking home and put it in the umbrella stand. Yes, you would believe it wise to pick it up now rather than later. You march over to the front door and reach out a hand for your umbrella. YOu quickly store it...