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Author Topic: Roll to Explore the Dungeon: Ch.2 T.38: Do you even praise the King?  (Read 121511 times)

Tiruin

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((Square root of 42? Easy!

24!  :P))


Taren leaned over to his friend, still keeping the sword at the cringing man's throat. "His words sound sincere, about the best interrogation I've ever had. Let's ask him if he can...bring us as one of those 'captured', aye? I've not heard from Elenor and the rest, so I'm guessing they're having a sweet time in the city.

"How's that plan sound? Could you contact the others through magic? Into that Cathedral, I say."


Miniturn: Try to remember how the Priest looked like.
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(The square root of 42, squared, is the question to life, the universe, and everything.)

"You want to get captured to sneak into there?  If we're disguising, wouldn't it be easier to disguise ourselves as, you know, one of the people that's not tied up and about to be sacrificed?  Like, the iron masked men?"
Remy looks over at the man on the ground, and kicks him twice in the ribs.
"These iron mask people, they ever come up above ground?  Also, you ever feel your ribs boil?"
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Komas scowled, and swung a boot at a nearby alley cat in frustration.
He wasn't too worried about this labyrinth place, but how in the hells would he get by without a steady diet of spicy fish stew? And now it looked like he wasn't getting a boat, either. This stinking little hole of a city. Whose idea was it to build on this puny trickle, anyway?!

"Bugger. Pox an' bugger."
Summing up the situation quite eloquently, Komas made his way back through the city.
He saw what he was going to have to resort to, now, and the whole idea of it just made him grumpier.

>Relieve frustration by kicking a stray cat.
>Attempt to join up with some band of adventurers or other! (Keeping an eye out for the ones who abucted my brother, of course.)
>Then, head on into that dungeon! ...Do that even if I don't find any meatshields, too.
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(The square root of 42, squared, is the question to life, the universe, and everything.)

"You want to get captured to sneak into there?  If we're disguising, wouldn't it be easier to disguise ourselves as, you know, one of the people that's not tied up and about to be sacrificed?  Like, the iron masked men?"
Remy looks over at the man on the ground, and kicks him twice in the ribs.
"These iron mask people, they ever come up above ground?  Also, you ever feel your ribs boil?"

"I am not one into disguise and subterfuge. I'd b=prefer being taken in, honestly. Though, if we'd go your way, it would involve lesser trust in this guy.

"But you have to believe me when I say that I have a heart for these people. Exploited by whatever higher power resides under the city.

"Though...I'm unsure the Queen even knows about this!"
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"Hmm.  Well, I could dress up and take you prisoner, if you want.  Wait, er, not in that way.  Um.
...I just think it's a bad idea to get taken captive... without any sort of plan."
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"Well, all I've been sent here to investigate the beggar's disappearance, and I have my information.

"Now, we can plan along the way back, if we are to return and report our find to the city Priest, or I could give the poor man a burial right now."
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((Everyone, please try to remember that I scheduled the end of the intermission for 22/b. Which is to say it's already some time into the evening and everyone was supposed to report to Liz soon-ish. Which is to say you have precisely one action left, unless you are in the city, then only a mini-action.
If you still try to start new stuff I will have to use railroading.))
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Blast.

Well, try reading again in the short amount of time before we should report to Liz. A different book perhaps.

So - 2), I guess, if the magic gathering books are so badly written.
1) gathering solidified magic (can I gather my own somehow?) and 2), if that's not available, controlling spirit journeys (how to make them safe, and how to make the spirit somehow poke into the real world).

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Taren glanced over his shoulder to see the setting sun, it's light shifting the scene to a melancholic mood.

"Alright, we're running out of time.

I'll bury the man, you bring help me bring these two to the local Priest, alright?"
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Seems like everyone is finished with their actions by tomorrow, let's hope I'll write a turn then. I'll try.
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"Oh, alright then.  You, on your feet."
Do what Taren said.
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As always my time prediction is gloriously off.
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Re: Roll to Explore the Dungeon! Turn 22/b: A whole lot of exposition
« Reply #492 on: August 05, 2012, 03:47:31 pm »

Turn 22B/Part 1 - This is starting to look like the DF version number

-- Ruins Group --

Elenor:
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(5) The old racks are not only mostly empty, but also dusty and badly lit. Not only that, most of the wine is in fact that well aged that it has become vinegar. Elenor still finds two bottles of still-wine, and takes one bottle of vinegar as well for good measure. After that, he looks around. The cellar is actually built strictly according to plan, as he discovers, so finding the exit is relatively easy. The door is closed, but after one good sparta kick the lock gives way, and Elenor gets on his way back to the city.

Maka:
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(1) There is no such thing as loot in this dungeon anymore. Perhaps because everyone in town already knows it? Food for thought. Perhaps, however, she shouldn't have taken that torch from the wall, because that triggered a trap shooting an arrow in her side. It hurts and it bleeds, so you take it out. It still bleeds.
Then she reports to Liz I guess.

-- City Group --

Helskaya:
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(3) The second book is not particularily helpful, but at least written in a language you recognize. Unfortunately, the book about spirit voyages is mostly hearsay, bullshit and things you already knew about because an aspiring shaman got told about them in the first week of his apprenticeship. There is one interesting tidbit though -- the book claims that the world you access through spirit voyages is the "true" world that has shaped and continues to shape this real one. If that'd be true, you could somehow influence the real world by twisting the spirit world?

Apollo:
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(6) You take along all that's left from the bear and not a subatomic particle (it isn't too much), and a little squirrel, too.

Taren:
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(3) Apparently the local Undertaker's Guild doesn't take too kindly to outsiders infringing on their business, but you have their promise that the beggar will receive a proper burial. You still decide to tell the priest about it.

Remy:
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(2) He's passed out. Whoopsie.

The two of you carry the bandits to the priest. He greets Taren warmly. "Ah, welcome back." he says. "Your friend, I presume? And that is..." his expression grows a bit puzzled.
"What happened?" He asks. "Who are those two?"
"They assaulted me when I investigated the beggar's wounds, but with Remy's help here I managed to drive them off. One of them died. The other is still alive."
"Huh. That sounds serious. There's someone who not only doesn't want us to look in this matter, but is willing to have you die for that, at bright day? In my town?! At least they don't seem to be too smart, sending only these two after you."
"They wanted me alive. There is something going on beneath this city, something vile, evil. Ritual sacrifices. Blood running in streams." Taren sets up a melodramatic mood, and it seems as though a thunderstorm is brewing outside... no, wait, that's just Remy being bored and playing around with lightning elementalism.
"That's... serious." The priest is, as well. "So, the rumours were true. I've dismissed them because they sounded like drunk ramblings, and let me tell you, I know drunk ramblings. How large is the infestation?"
"If this man" -- Taren points at the unconscious thug sandwiched under his arm -- "told the truth, and he sounded far too scared to lie, there are many heretics underground. They are said to wear iron masks, white cloaks and a belt, and to be disciplined and well-trained. We cannot hope to rush underground without a plan."
"I see." The priest almost seems a little disappointed that he cannot rush underground without a plan. "Well then, I'll pull a few strings, but those strings are long and take time to be pulled. You probably should report to that little girl in the Dungeon Bureau - as scrawny as she might look, she still is the de-facto overlord of this place right now. You should see the mayor these days, getting bossed around by her."
"That's just what we were going to do anyway. By the way, could you take care of these two?"
"Sure thing. That is what the church does."
"Good. Remy, we're leaving. Remy? Remy! Do not use the stained glass windows as target practise!"

Komas
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(5) (THERE WILL BE NO KICKING OF STRAY CATS IN MY RTD)
Meandering around the city, Komas spots two adventurer-looking types. They do not look like brother-abducters. In fact, they look mostly sane and one of them is well-armored, too. Would make for a good meatshield. So you attempt a conversation.
"Hey."
The two turn their heads.
"Need another man for your adventurin' party?"
They look at each other, at you, then the not-armored one nods. The other extends his gauntletted hand to you.
"Why not, the more we are the better our chances of survival are." Komas shakes the extended hand with great force, but the armored man returns the favor, impressing Komas.
"Then it's sealed." he says. "What's your names? I am Komas Hopatke."
"Taren Creyn, pleased to meet you." the armored one says. "Remy Maelle's mine." the other one adds.
Then the three of you walk on. You remain silent for the entire trip.

One after another, the party trickles into the waiting room. Stories are exchanged, the absence of Ratherio is not viewed as a great loss and the newcomer is greeted warmly, which he returns coldly. Taren tries to treat Maka but only earns a slap in the face for his troubles, and then, finally, the secretary motions you in.

The picture of Elizabeth Voile lounging behind her desk is slowly becoming familiar, and the desk is mostly clean again, at the expense of the ground. This time, she even brought chairs.
"Hello. I trust you did not waste this day? Tomorrow will be harsh." General mumbling.
"The bad news first - I am not quite done with your items. I'll have them done tomorrow morning but the finishing touches are not quite done and thus some of the items tend to spontaneously combust, while another has turned into a crustacean." Unsatisfied mumbling.
"Ahem. Where's Ratherio?"
"Vanished." Elenor replies.
"Really? Well, then I won't have to go catch that crab. Oh, and a new face - wait, I already know you. Try not to die. Did anything else happen? Questions?"
Elenor thinks of his dungeon crawling, but decides it's nothing he should tell her about. Komas sits on his chair like an immovable boulder. Remy is fiddling around with his gunchucks, and Maka is not expected to be constructive anyways. Taren wants to start, but before he can, Apollo steps up and slams the bear ass on Liz' table. "What... is that?" she asks, rising from her chair, disgust masking her surprise.
"A bear ass." he replies in his most serious tone. "You wanted five." Elenor finds himself sniggering, and Maka is pressing a hand on her mouth.
"Eh? That? That... was supposed to be a joke! I get you, I'll give you a paper with the info tomorrow!" She falls back onto her (cushioned) chair, trying to hide her embarassment. Apollo walks back to his chair a little awkwardly, only to be hit by a magically flung bear ass and the words "You can keep that, I don't want a bear ass on my desk!"
"Ahem..." she tries to proceed with business as usual. It doesn't work, few are paying attention anymore. "Anything... else?"
"Yes." Taren replies, still as professionally as he can. "There's ritual murders going on beneath the city, a powerful secret society gathers blood for an unfathomable plan."
"Oh, that." is all she says about this, before adding: "Well, okay, this isn't that old news, but your info matches with what that captured member of the Holy Orders told me after a little... persuasion."
"What?" Taren could not restrain himself from asking that loudly. "What's their connection, and don't you fear the wrath of the Queen?"
"The Queen trusts me more than the Holy Orders, with the exception of maybe one or two persons. Also, with the discovery of the Labyrinth, all members of the Orders have been strictly forbidden to set foot into this city or the dungeon. That cute little redhead was a traitor, so considering the circumstances, I was even being merciful. And as for their connection..." She leaves a dramatic pause, that can't be good... "the leader of her Order is apparently behind this little affair. To be honest, him rebelling does not surprise me, he never liked the Queen."
"How can the Holy Orders resort to such obviously evil methods, and rebel against their sworn sovereign?" Taren demands to know.
"For one, they view the Queen to be the evil one, which is not entirely outlandish - even if it is an accident vaporizing an entire city leaves stains on your karma meter. But the methods, I don't have an answer. Perhaps they think the ends justify the means." Liz is mostly back to her usually rather composed self. "Anything else?"
"There's one small thing." Helskaya, who had been quiet until now, speaks up. "In this one book I read that the astral plane shapes and continues to shape the real world. Is that true?"
"Oh, you are talking of the Backyard Theory?" Liz is in her element now. "As the name states it's a theory, not proven, but evidence generally seems to support it. However, that plane is actually a far more resilent one than it appears to be, if you do not know what you are doing you cannot manipulate the real world effectively or at any visible pace. Professor Sunshine, who developed the theory and still is researching the area, thinks that the common astral plane actually is just a hollow mirror of something he calls the true astral plane, which would have all of the properties described by the backyard theory, namely being the origin of all magic. It hasn't been found yet obviously, but whoever could tap into it and manipulate it efficiently would effectively become a god. That is, of course, the dream of every mage. Did that answer your question?"
Nobody is in the room anymore.

Then you all go into your respective innings, which are coincidentially free because you have this super awesome adventurer's certificate, and get to sleep. Sweet dreams...

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OK, time for a little audience participation. The turn will be split in two at this point because that's a lot of writing I have already done, I need to finalize the artifact properties and so on. How does the audience factor in?
It's simple. With sleep comes sweet dreams, and you get to describe/write what another character dreams. I'll PM you which character you have to write for. This participation is obviously mandatory - if someone sends nothing, I'll get creative. But if you are not the man or woman or fuzzy purple thing from planet Skrllx for that, no problem, you can also write three or four sentences and be done. However... the one that sends me the best dream gets a free (color) portrait of their character, the two runner-ups get a sketch of their character. (Disclaimer: Picture may deviate from your mental image of your character, I take no responsibility for that. I'll just work with the info you have given me.)
By the way, I will post the dream you PM me in the second part - anonymized, however. It would be less fun otherwise. A few turns after I might reveal who wrote what.
(Yes, this is essentially a way to get some text into the post without me caring much, but LOOK AT ALL THESE WALLS OF TEXT. There's more slated for next update. Please give me a small break.)

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Helskaya Arkut (lawastooshort)
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Elenor Warsen (Caellath)
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Apollo Anderson (Spinal_Taper)
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Taren Creyn (Tiruin)
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Komas Hopatke (Yoink)
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Remy Maelle (Remaelle)
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Maka R'lyeh-Voile (IronyOwl)
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Pheeeeew.
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Re: Roll to Explore the Dungeon! Turn 23... wait, not quite.
« Reply #493 on: August 12, 2012, 03:14:50 pm »

Turn 22.9: TODO send party to fancy ball

Sweet dreams... (Note: I might have fucked up with assigning the dreams. Sorry. I cannot change stuff now.)
Btw, results.
WINNER: Yoink
RUNNER-UPS: Caellath, Taren, Irony_Owl (too difficult to settle on two!)
HONORABLE MENTIONS: Everyone else. The quality was superb.

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A new day begins. The sun rises once more. The adventurers rising from their quarters however look more like zombies rising from their grave, unsettled, freaked out or just silent but still visibly disturbed. The morning sun does little to wash away the nightmares of last night.
The bureau's waiting room is suspiciously empty. The secretary informs you that the time slot has been reserved for you (because you seem to be important or something like that), and shows you in.

Liz' bureau seems like always, except that, looking over it, something is amiss. Namely, Liz is not in her chair, and another woman is in Liz' chair and currently folding her documents into paper airplanes, tossing them all over the room. You've already seen her before, back in the waiting room yesterday, chain smoking and generally not being too wordy. The woman, having seen you as well, only pauses for a moment to inspect you before going back to folding more airplanes.
This continues a few minutes, as no party member seems to care too much about the documents too soon, ending when a very dishevelled, disoriented and breathless Liz storms in. The first thing to catch her eye is the person lounging on her chair, and she is about to shout a few orders just when she notices Elenor and the other party members being in the room as well. An expression of stark confusion sweeps over her face and she blushes fiercely, getting replaced with fiery-hot rage when she realizes everyone is staring at her (and the woman in the chair sniggering, even). With a strained voice, she bellows "YOU, GET OUT OF MY CHAIR THIS INSTANT! AND YOU, STOP STARING OR YOU WILL NEVER BE ABLE TO STARE AT ANYTHING AGAIN! MY PATIENCE IS HANGING ON A VERY, VERY FLIMSY THREAD!" The gray-haired woman gets up, but rather slowly. Liz impatiently takes her place back and tries to sort the paper again, almost compulsively, as if she needed this to regain her composure. It works, somewhat.



"Erm." Did any session ever go her way completely? Once, maybe. "Let's please get down to business now." Her voice still is shaky.
"First, the magic items. I've finished them, here you go." She takes out a small bag and dumps out the contents - looking at it the contents should not have fit into it at all. "What are you staring at? Never seen a Bag of Holding? So..."
She singles out something that looks like a piece of roundish metal with a hole in it. "This is for the paladin. It's something I call an Element Hilt. Put it on your sword, over the hilt, select what kind of element to add to your sword slashing and stabbing and all that. It supports Fire, Ice and Volt right now but if you find stuff with elemental enchantments or really just elementally aligned things you could put them into this input hole, called that way because you put things in, and you get yourself another element to use or refuel the fuel meters for one of the three standard elements. It's not multidimensional magic, that much, but don't expect big results when putting something like common earth in."
"Okay, second..." Her expression darkens. "Rogue knight. Here." She slams the trinket on the table.
"It absorbs magic, that's what it does. Magic that is close enough to it, but not all of it. Depends on the magic power. However, there is a slight flaw I haven't been able to fix. If you die, the entire stored energy is going to get released in a rather explosive fashion. Your relatives will have to bury what's left of your pretty face in very, very small coffins. Consider yourself warned.
"Third." Her mood is still sour. "Shaman. I think this thing fits you." Before Helskaya's eyes is a giant damn bong.
"The thing has been magically modified to the point where it can be weaponized efficiently and without centrifugal force taking its toll on it. Doesn't break, ever, unless the broken object is the skull of the poor sap hit with it. Plus, whatever you smoke with it is going to give you a really damn good trip. I tested it on the prisoner yesterday evening, she's still drooling."
"Alright, number four. Gunslinger." Looks like a few pieces of tape. "That's remote control for your gun things. Slap two on the gun, two on your hands, job done. Can be a bit difficult to use, but don't fret. Might cause rashes, though."
"Fifth. Sciencist." The thing that's in her hand this time looks like a funnel attached to... something. "That's an Ammo Mod. Can be slapped onto any crossbow or gunpowder weapon, and it converts anything, absolutely everything you stuff into it into ammo for your projectile weapon. This includes, but is not limited to everything you see in this room that isn't too large -- don't be fooled by the funnel's small size, it can take a lot more than you might think."
"Sixth..." She gives the subject a deadpan stare. "Mad Wizard." "Yeeeaaaah!" "Shut up."
"This", she procures a rainbow-colored object, "is the Fun Gun. Capital F. Whoever is hit with it is going to have Fun. That's all."
"Last one." The last item looks like a headset with one monocle attached. "This little baby does it all - provides means of communication with me, provides data about the monster or person you are looking at, even displays power levels, but only up to 9000. It seems to bug out at levels above. When I look into the mirror for example. Who gets it is your concern. One of you better wear it."
"And, oh... you are also there? But I have nothing left. Eh, wait a minute." She shakes the bag once more, and a lobster falls out. "Guy used to be Ratherio's item. Don't ask. Somehow it's immortal and I can't get rid of it. Toss it into a soup or something, it's tasty."

She catches her breath, it's been long overdue. "Let's move on to the second part. The reason I brought Phoenix here." The gray-haired woman, who had dozed off during the explanations, grins. "She says she's been to the second Stratum, so she's going to tell you what's going on there."
And then, Phoenix (as she appears to be called) begins to speak. Her manner of speech is slurred, careless, yet concise, as if she didn't really bother with speaking conventions because that would be too bothersome. "'s a forest. Cave forest, ac'ually, entire thing 's underground after all. Green and bright tho, real thick 's well. About zero shortcuts thru the undergrowth. Lots of mobs tho, hostile. Ain't gonna be easy keeping yeself alive.
One more, 's a huge door near the entrance. Locked. Ye'll need three keys. G'luck, ye'll need it." After saying these words, she simply jumps out of the window. Maka looks out of it, eager to see some gore, but Phoenix is alive and well, cheerily waving up.
"That woman..." the rampant irrationality doesn't seem to do Elizabeth well. "What are YOU waiting for? Hurry up, go into the dungeon, or something!"
The party hurries into the dungeon at a moderate pace.
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Re: Roll to Explore the Dungeon! Turn 23, for real now
« Reply #494 on: August 12, 2012, 03:17:00 pm »

Turn 23: Waterfall Woodlands

The descent along the stairs, endless and endless stairs is going along uneventfully. Bored half to death, Apollo looks into his pocket, and is surprised to feel a note in it. It reads in script that would be elegant if it weren't so rushed: "One copy of Of Universal Science is in the cellars of the Inquisition, in Fjaelling. A second belongs to the scholar Letus Clover in the residence city of Atlas. A third is owned by the Queen and stored in the Black Section of the Royal Library. PS: The owner of the comm device may at any time call for an evacuation, but not in combat. Dimensional interference would be too great then. I could try but might as well end up with a few monsters thrashing about in my living quarters. That is not a favorable outcome."
Nothing else happens until you reach the first Stratum, then walk the marked path to the next stairs down. It is rather short anyways. Then, the next seemingly eternal staircase (step step step step step)

And then, finally, the second stratum.
It is, as described, an extraordinarily lush cave. The way leads straight onto a clearing. You get an instinctive feeling of safety from it. There is, actually, a tent pitched there, but on inspection nobody and nothing is inside. Furthermore, a small brook ripples through the clearing, and there is also an abandoned campfire site as well as a few mossy rocks around. A haven of safety in the sea of the unknown.

Seven paths lead away from the clearing, one of which you have entered it by. At the end of another you can make out a colossal, locked door, which probably is the one Phoenix had talked about. There is no telling what lies beyond the other five.

Character sheets.

Helskaya Arkut (lawastooshort)
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Elenor Warsen (Caellath)
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Apollo Anderson (Spinal_Taper)
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Taren Creyn (Tiruin)
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Komas Hopatke (Yoink)
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Remy Maelle (Remaelle)
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Maka R'lyeh-Voile (IronyOwl)
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