Nodding back to Hutton, he smiled again. "I often ask myself that same question about the confetti. Though I assume that was much easier to clean." When Hutton tromped off to see after Brak, he turned to Redii.
"Ah, the Lofties. I've heard tales of their little parties. Alas, I could never get an invite. But, oh yes Laina and I had a knack for being at those legendary moments. And who doesn't like a good party?" He paused for a moment, looking over Redii, covered in spider goo, wet sand, and grime from the fishery. Looking down at his own clothes he just sighed. Slipping his hand into his robe, Mazour produced a small silvery globe. Absently he traced his thumb over the glyphs, causing the filth he'd accumulated on hun to roll down him like hot wax and fall to a puddle at his feet. "Here, dear, you look like you need this," He said as he handed the globe to Redii.
Brack regards Hutton with mild confusion. He coughs to clear his throat then speaks to the hulking man, "Got something out of 'im for the Priest to chew on but in doing so, I gave 'ookshanks my word that I wouldn't lay a 'and on him,"the realization about Hutton's nature begins to dawn upon the dwarf, "and it would seem yeh ain't one to lay a finger on t'man either, eh?"
The dwarf scratches his beard, gives a shrug, and tops it off with a gruff snort. "Yeh a strange one, 'utton Crowcreek," he huffs, "Give me a minute to bar t'doors and I'll come give yeh all a 'and with the children."
Brack silently goes about the task, ignoring any further complaints or chatter from the captive halfling.
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Brack gives a loud huff at the claims made by the approaching doomsayer. He brings his hand up and begins to wave it in dismissal, "Afraid yeh calculations are a bit off and yeh got t'wrong group 'ere. It just so 'appens we 'ave one of Pharasma's clergy 'ere now, and 'e was saying just last night that t'eye 'asn't moved an inch."
Deception Check to pass his lie to the doomsayer: 23
Brack shifts his head to look towards Mazour such that his hood conceals the slight wink he throws from the sight of the doomsayer.
Brack gives a loud huff at the claims made by the approaching doomsayer. He brings his hand up and begins to wave it in dismissal, "Afraid yeh calculations are a bit off and yeh got t'wrong group 'ere. It just so 'appens we 'ave one of Pharasma's clergy 'ere now, and 'e was saying just last night that t'eye 'asn't moved an inch."
Deception Check to pass his lie to the doomsayer: 20
Brack shifts his head to look towards Mazour such that his hood conceals the slight wink he throws from the sight of the doomsayer.
"Ain't that right priest?"
The priest stopped in his tracks for a moment and blinked in the dwarf's direction as if truly noticing him and the party for the first time before his eyes settled on Mazour. "But that was last night priest! What about now!?! The eye of the Great Harbinger must be on us now with the King's death!!" The crowd around the doomsayer all turned to elf expectantly, waiting for a reply.
"I'm not loving being the center of attention... or this raver. We should make an exit before this escalates..." Redii whispered to the others.
OOC: The doomsayer is about 10ft away from the party.
DC10: Perception Check:
Up close, the wild-haired Doomsayer is rather more destitute and sick-looking than the party might've first thought.
"Honestly good sir, you are mistaken." Mazour steps forward and raises the spiraling holy symbol of Pharasma. His posture was ramrod straight, his smile was calm and benevolent while his voice was low and steady. "I am a cleric of Pharasma, Lady of Graves. I can assure you that the eye is not turned here. I know the King's death is momentous, but the Eye is too busy trying to peep on the Lady of Graves to look here."
As the doomsayer approached, Mazour could see his sickly skin and the poor state of his clothes. Using his knowledge of medicine he looks to see if he can identify the malady of the man before him. "As the Lady's cleric, I do walk among the sick, dead and dying. To offer comfort and aid. Allow me to aid you."
"Honestly good sir, you are mistaken." Mazour steps forward and raises the spiraling holy symbol of Pharasma. His posture was ramrod straight, his smile was calm and benevolent while his voice was low and steady. "I am a cleric of Pharasma, Lady of Graves. I can assure you that the eye is not turned here. I know the King's death is momentous, but the Eye is too busy trying to peep on the Lady of Graves to look here."
As the doomsayer approached, Mazour could see his sickly skin and the poor state of his clothes. Using his knowledge of medicine he looks to see if he can identify the malady of the man before him. "As the Lady's cleric, I do walk among the sick, dead and dying. To offer comfort and aid. Allow me to aid you."
Perception - 19f
Medicine - 23
Persuasion - 17
The Doomsayer looked at Mazour for an awkwardly long amount of time before saying, "You must be right... it is not Groetus' eye upon us. It must be the work of another... Urgathoa or Rovagugg... Yes, it must be Rovagugg who's presence I feel..." Without missing a beat, he turned back to the crowd and began chanting, "Pray for salvation from the Unmaker's wrath!! Pray for salvation in Korvorsa's darkest hour. Pray that my dreams of the nightmare to come do not come true!!!" Part of the crowd took up the new chant, but more than a few mumbled to themselves or their neighbors and gave the doomsayer skeptical looks before dispersing to a different part of the city.
"Nicely done," Redii commented once the doomsayer moved off and forgot the group completely. She released her hand from one of her Sai hidden within her jacket, not that she thought that the man could truly harm her in any way, but better to be overly cautious than not with the state of things. "Now, shall we head off before the crowd remembers we're here?"
Hutton's balled-up fist unclenched from his side as a snort of derision escaped him.
"Right. Thanks for that," he offers to Mazour. "Wasn't looking forward to bodily removing him from our path. The crazies can be crazy after we've gotten the children to safety."
He nods to Redii and resumes his quickened-yet-still-lumbering gate toward Zellara's house.
Continuing on, it wasn't long before the party came across the intersection where Zellara's house resided - or rather, where she used to reside. Despite the fact that the group was only there hours ago, looking at the very same house now, it was clear from the exterior that the house had been abandoned for quite some time.
"Trippy..." Redii said more to herself than to the rest of the group. Stepping up to one of the windows, half-fallen shades greeted her that partially obscured the dark interior of the house. "It's hard to see much inside..." Redii commented. "Clearly something strange is happening though. Want to check out inside or leave it be? And before you say anything, she's dead - I think - so it wouldn't be break-in or anything. That being said.." she added before pausing and looking around to see how many people were around (or paying attention), "...we should probably be a bit discreet. Don't want to be accused of looting by the wrong crowd..."
Simultaneously, while Redii was talking, Mazour began to feel a strange tingling sensation urging him gently to enter the home...
Mazour opened his mouth to press them on into the house when he saw it. The faint glow tucked away in his robes, the Harrow deck. "We need to get in there," he said with more firmness than he ever used before. Slipping the deck out and holding it in his palm to show the others he glanced from it to the door. "A bit late for indiscretion at this point," he motions to the whole group of them, including the children. He shrugs at Redii. "No point... lingering... then."
Stepping forward Mazour reached out opening the door and peering in.
Mazour found the door to the house unlocked and entered the darkened interior. Almost no sign of the warm home the group had experiences previously was there besides the table where the party had first met. There was no food, wall hangings or rugs to be found and whatever furniture used to be in the space lay scattered across the home in pieces. A thick layer of dust covered the the entirety of the place, with the only sign of recent activity being a series of recent footprints...
DC5 Investigation Check
To know that the footprints are the party's from their previous trip.
As the group took in the scene the light from the Harrow Deck suddenly grew from dim to blinding in a flash. When the light faded, the party found themselves back in the home they had originally entered - stale bread and all - with Zellara there as well, though "slightly" different than before. Instead of sitting in her chair at the table, she floated above the Harrow Deck as a spectral entity, similar in appearance to how the group first saw her, though perhaps with less worry across her face. One of the children whispered in fear, and the oldest tugged at Hutton's sleeve and said quietly,"What's happening...?" Anyone near Redii heard her mumble "Trippy..." to herself.
Zellara looked down at the assembled group for a moment, examining each person in kind, before a smile spread across her face. "You've done a great service to the city of Korvorsa... and for my son. And for that, I thank you."
Following the others to Zellara's house he placed a hand on Brak's shoulder, "That, was a grand idea Brak. Nice play."
Brack gave a slight grin as he remarked, "Thank yeh. Always found t'religious types to be t'most gullible." He stops for a moment, realizing the obvious gaff he made, then continues, "No offense Priest."
Seeing the ghost of Zellara floating about, Brack blinked twice then reached for his pack. His eyes did not stray at all from the strange sight, and once he retrieved the Bottle of Boundless Coffee. Giving the bottle a quick shake, eyes still on Zellara, he opens the lid and takes a swig then replaced the cap.
The ghost remained as Brack finished gulping down the coffee. "Guess that we all are seeing this, eh?"
Mazour stepped into the building, motioning for the others to come into the room."We followed our hearts, and you Zellara. Justice has been served, for all of them. Us, our friends, loved ones, your son. And these children here. I have to say that this...," He motions his hand with the harrow deck around the room before continuing, "is very impressive. But, I have to ask... how did you do it?"
Hutton glances down at the child tugging at his sleeve. He puts one huge hand on their tiny shoulder, as comfortingly as he can manage, and takes a small step between them and the ghost.
"Right," he manages hoarsely before clearing his throat. "How'sgreat and all, but we really need to see to these kids. Any of this ghostly food good for half-starved urchins?"
He glances down at the upturned eyes and then back to Zellara's ghost. "Thank you for the information and whatnot you provided to get us all on the same page and pointed in the right direction. I hate to be the Gloomy Gus here, but the city's quite literally on fire and we need to make sure these kids are safe before seeing to our own holdings and fellows. Any chance this magic of yours can both feed and protect or do we need to keep moving?"
"Right," he manages hoarsely before clearing his throat. "How'sgreat and all, but we really need to see to these kids. Any of this ghostly food good for half-starved urchins?"
Zellara turned towards Hutton and looked at him for a moment before speaking, her voice similar if slightly more detached than when you first met her, "Unfortunately, that appears to have been something I was only able to accomplish once. You will find most of my former home to be nothing but an illusion now." She paused as she looked off into the distance, tilting her head slightly at the same time. "Regarding food and shelter for the children... I think it would be best if you returned to your home. You should find what you need there. Though I recommend haste..."
Mazour stepped into the building, motioning for the others to come into the room."We followed our hearts, and you Zellara. Justice has been served, for all of them. Us, our friends, loved ones, your son. And these children here. I have to say that this...," He motions his hand with the harrow deck around the room before continuing, "is very impressive. But, I have to ask... how did you do it?"
Turning to Mazour, she similarly stared at the elf before continuing. "As for your question of how. I do not quite know myself. I suspect, my anguish and despair as I died, mixed with a need for justice kept my spirit latched to this realm; attaching to the one item I was most attuned to in this world - my Harrow Deck. At first, my purpose was singular: to find and aid those who could end Gaedren's evil once and for all. But yet, with his passing, I am still here. And still connected to the ones I had searched for..." She paused to sweep her ghostly gaze upon the rest of the party, seeing - yet unseeing eyes - seemingly penetrating to the core of each person. "I can not explain it, but I know that there is more required of me here before I can be reunited with Eran. A cannot affect the world any longer - I sense that ability has left me - but I feel a connection to the Weave of Time and the Song that connects every being in the Cosmos. It may not be much, but I will assist you all when I can."
There was a slight hitch before Zellara's ghostly body she restarted, her voice growing louder and her body glowing brighter with each word as her voice took on a chant-like state. "Fate, has called upon You four and your Destinies are intertwined. The tendrils of your actions will reverberate far and wide, You, the Source that will send ripples across the world as a stone in a pond. But Eyes will be upon you. Some that will seek to aid. Others that will or despise you; fear you; wish for your destruction! Be strong! For the potential for Greatness and the Salvation of us all is within you!!"
A chill swept through each of the party as the words reverberated in your heads. The glow from Zellara's body quickly faded and she seemingly blinked as if in confusion for a moment. "...but I will assist you all when I can..."
"Oh." Mazour raised an eyebrow questioningly, looking over to the others as Zellara made her... Proclamation? Prophecy? Declaration of insanity? He wasn't quite sure which, but it did not matter.
"Oh so many questions right now, however we have no time. Can we speak with you again? Through your Harrow deck? We have to take the children somewhere... more well kept," he said as he glanced around the room and it's occupants. Looking back to Zellara, Mazour shrugged.
Redii - who had a very concerned look on her face - seemed to be in her own head and only stirred at the mention of the children. "Ummm, Yes, we should probably go... away from here. Try for the Gray? Or maybe to East Shore if we can cross High Bridge..."
DC14 Insight Check:
Redii is rather antsy to leave Zellara for reasons besides the children despite her statement - a bit unusually for her based off the brief amount of time you've spent together.
"Oh." Mazour raised an eyebrow questioningly, looking over to the others as Zellara made her... Proclamation? Prophecy? Declaration of insanity? He wasn't quite sure which, but it did not matter.
"Oh so many questions right now, however we have no time. Can we speak with you again? Through your Harrow deck? We have to take the children somewhere... more well kept," he said as he glanced around the room and it's occupants. Looking back to Zellara, Mazour shrugged.
"I am not sure..." She began as her form slowly become more and more transparent. "But any help I can give, I will..."
OOC: Zellara is fading away. Maybe time for a quick question/ comment to her before she's gone
Nodding back to Hutton, he smiled again. "I often ask myself that same question about the confetti. Though I assume that was much easier to clean." When Hutton tromped off to see after Brak, he turned to Redii.
"Ah, the Lofties. I've heard tales of their little parties. Alas, I could never get an invite. But, oh yes Laina and I had a knack for being at those legendary moments. And who doesn't like a good party?" He paused for a moment, looking over Redii, covered in spider goo, wet sand, and grime from the fishery. Looking down at his own clothes he just sighed. Slipping his hand into his robe, Mazour produced a small silvery globe. Absently he traced his thumb over the glyphs, causing the filth he'd accumulated on hun to roll down him like hot wax and fall to a puddle at his feet. "Here, dear, you look like you need this," He said as he handed the globe to Redii.
Brack regards Hutton with mild confusion. He coughs to clear his throat then speaks to the hulking man, "Got something out of 'im for the Priest to chew on but in doing so, I gave 'ookshanks my word that I wouldn't lay a 'and on him," the realization about Hutton's nature begins to dawn upon the dwarf, "and it would seem yeh ain't one to lay a finger on t'man either, eh?"
The dwarf scratches his beard, gives a shrug, and tops it off with a gruff snort. "Yeh a strange one, 'utton Crowcreek," he huffs, "Give me a minute to bar t'doors and I'll come give yeh all a 'and with the children."
Brack silently goes about the task, ignoring any further complaints or chatter from the captive halfling.
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Chapter 016 – Reminiscing
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Brack gives a loud huff at the claims made by the approaching doomsayer. He brings his hand up and begins to wave it in dismissal, "Afraid yeh calculations are a bit off and yeh got t'wrong group 'ere. It just so 'appens we 'ave one of Pharasma's clergy 'ere now, and 'e was saying just last night that t'eye 'asn't moved an inch."
Deception Check to pass his lie to the doomsayer: 23
Brack shifts his head to look towards Mazour such that his hood conceals the slight wink he throws from the sight of the doomsayer.
"Ain't that right priest?"
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The priest stopped in his tracks for a moment and blinked in the dwarf's direction as if truly noticing him and the party for the first time before his eyes settled on Mazour. "But that was last night priest! What about now!?! The eye of the Great Harbinger must be on us now with the King's death!!" The crowd around the doomsayer all turned to elf expectantly, waiting for a reply.
"I'm not loving being the center of attention... or this raver. We should make an exit before this escalates..." Redii whispered to the others.
OOC: The doomsayer is about 10ft away from the party.
DC10: Perception Check:
Up close, the wild-haired Doomsayer is rather more destitute and sick-looking than the party might've first thought.
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"Honestly good sir, you are mistaken." Mazour steps forward and raises the spiraling holy symbol of Pharasma. His posture was ramrod straight, his smile was calm and benevolent while his voice was low and steady. "I am a cleric of Pharasma, Lady of Graves. I can assure you that the eye is not turned here. I know the King's death is momentous, but the Eye is too busy trying to peep on the Lady of Graves to look here."
As the doomsayer approached, Mazour could see his sickly skin and the poor state of his clothes. Using his knowledge of medicine he looks to see if he can identify the malady of the man before him. "As the Lady's cleric, I do walk among the sick, dead and dying. To offer comfort and aid. Allow me to aid you."
Perception - 19
Medicine - 23
Persuasion - 17
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The Doomsayer looked at Mazour for an awkwardly long amount of time before saying, "You must be right... it is not Groetus' eye upon us. It must be the work of another... Urgathoa or Rovagugg... Yes, it must be Rovagugg who's presence I feel..." Without missing a beat, he turned back to the crowd and began chanting, "Pray for salvation from the Unmaker's wrath!! Pray for salvation in Korvorsa's darkest hour. Pray that my dreams of the nightmare to come do not come true!!!" Part of the crowd took up the new chant, but more than a few mumbled to themselves or their neighbors and gave the doomsayer skeptical looks before dispersing to a different part of the city.
"Nicely done," Redii commented once the doomsayer moved off and forgot the group completely. She released her hand from one of her Sai hidden within her jacket, not that she thought that the man could truly harm her in any way, but better to be overly cautious than not with the state of things. "Now, shall we head off before the crowd remembers we're here?"
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Hutton's balled-up fist unclenched from his side as a snort of derision escaped him.
"Right. Thanks for that," he offers to Mazour. "Wasn't looking forward to bodily removing him from our path. The crazies can be crazy after we've gotten the children to safety."
He nods to Redii and resumes his quickened-yet-still-lumbering gate toward Zellara's house.
Perception: 5
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Following the others to Zellara's house he placed a hand on Brak's shoulder, "That, was a grand idea Brak. Nice play."
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Continuing on, it wasn't long before the party came across the intersection where Zellara's house resided - or rather, where she used to reside. Despite the fact that the group was only there hours ago, looking at the very same house now, it was clear from the exterior that the house had been abandoned for quite some time.
"Trippy..." Redii said more to herself than to the rest of the group. Stepping up to one of the windows, half-fallen shades greeted her that partially obscured the dark interior of the house. "It's hard to see much inside..." Redii commented. "Clearly something strange is happening though. Want to check out inside or leave it be? And before you say anything, she's dead - I think - so it wouldn't be break-in or anything. That being said.." she added before pausing and looking around to see how many people were around (or paying attention), "...we should probably be a bit discreet. Don't want to be accused of looting by the wrong crowd..."
Simultaneously, while Redii was talking, Mazour began to feel a strange tingling sensation urging him gently to enter the home...
@Maz, make a Perception check
Redii Perception - 7
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OOC: Maz, you notice your pack glowing with a very faint light. It's Zellara's Harrow Deck...
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Mazour opened his mouth to press them on into the house when he saw it. The faint glow tucked away in his robes, the Harrow deck. "We need to get in there," he said with more firmness than he ever used before. Slipping the deck out and holding it in his palm to show the others he glanced from it to the door. "A bit late for indiscretion at this point," he motions to the whole group of them, including the children. He shrugs at Redii. "No point... lingering... then."
Stepping forward Mazour reached out opening the door and peering in.
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Mazour found the door to the house unlocked and entered the darkened interior. Almost no sign of the warm home the group had experiences previously was there besides the table where the party had first met. There was no food, wall hangings or rugs to be found and whatever furniture used to be in the space lay scattered across the home in pieces. A thick layer of dust covered the the entirety of the place, with the only sign of recent activity being a series of recent footprints...
DC5 Investigation Check
To know that the footprints are the party's from their previous trip.
As the group took in the scene the light from the Harrow Deck suddenly grew from dim to blinding in a flash. When the light faded, the party found themselves back in the home they had originally entered - stale bread and all - with Zellara there as well, though "slightly" different than before. Instead of sitting in her chair at the table, she floated above the Harrow Deck as a spectral entity, similar in appearance to how the group first saw her, though perhaps with less worry across her face. One of the children whispered in fear, and the oldest tugged at Hutton's sleeve and said quietly, "What's happening...?" Anyone near Redii heard her mumble "Trippy..." to herself.
Zellara looked down at the assembled group for a moment, examining each person in kind, before a smile spread across her face. "You've done a great service to the city of Korvorsa... and for my son. And for that, I thank you."
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Brack gave a slight grin as he remarked, "Thank yeh. Always found t'religious types to be t'most gullible." He stops for a moment, realizing the obvious gaff he made, then continues, "No offense Priest."
Seeing the ghost of Zellara floating about, Brack blinked twice then reached for his pack. His eyes did not stray at all from the strange sight, and once he retrieved the Bottle of Boundless Coffee. Giving the bottle a quick shake, eyes still on Zellara, he opens the lid and takes a swig then replaced the cap.
The ghost remained as Brack finished gulping down the coffee. "Guess that we all are seeing this, eh?"
"Oh... yes... we certainly are all seeing this."
Mazour stepped into the building, motioning for the others to come into the room. "We followed our hearts, and you Zellara. Justice has been served, for all of them. Us, our friends, loved ones, your son. And these children here. I have to say that this...," He motions his hand with the harrow deck around the room before continuing, "is very impressive. But, I have to ask... how did you do it?"
Hutton glances down at the child tugging at his sleeve. He puts one huge hand on their tiny shoulder, as comfortingly as he can manage, and takes a small step between them and the ghost.
"Right," he manages hoarsely before clearing his throat. "How's great and all, but we really need to see to these kids. Any of this ghostly food good for half-starved urchins?"
He glances down at the upturned eyes and then back to Zellara's ghost. "Thank you for the information and whatnot you provided to get us all on the same page and pointed in the right direction. I hate to be the Gloomy Gus here, but the city's quite literally on fire and we need to make sure these kids are safe before seeing to our own holdings and fellows. Any chance this magic of yours can both feed and protect or do we need to keep moving?"
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Zellara turned towards Hutton and looked at him for a moment before speaking, her voice similar if slightly more detached than when you first met her, "Unfortunately, that appears to have been something I was only able to accomplish once. You will find most of my former home to be nothing but an illusion now." She paused as she looked off into the distance, tilting her head slightly at the same time. "Regarding food and shelter for the children... I think it would be best if you returned to your home. You should find what you need there. Though I recommend haste..."
Turning to Mazour, she similarly stared at the elf before continuing. "As for your question of how. I do not quite know myself. I suspect, my anguish and despair as I died, mixed with a need for justice kept my spirit latched to this realm; attaching to the one item I was most attuned to in this world - my Harrow Deck. At first, my purpose was singular: to find and aid those who could end Gaedren's evil once and for all. But yet, with his passing, I am still here. And still connected to the ones I had searched for..." She paused to sweep her ghostly gaze upon the rest of the party, seeing - yet unseeing eyes - seemingly penetrating to the core of each person. "I can not explain it, but I know that there is more required of me here before I can be reunited with Eran. A cannot affect the world any longer - I sense that ability has left me - but I feel a connection to the Weave of Time and the Song that connects every being in the Cosmos. It may not be much, but I will assist you all when I can."
There was a slight hitch before Zellara's ghostly body she restarted, her voice growing louder and her body glowing brighter with each word as her voice took on a chant-like state. "Fate, has called upon You four and your Destinies are intertwined. The tendrils of your actions will reverberate far and wide, You, the Source that will send ripples across the world as a stone in a pond. But Eyes will be upon you. Some that will seek to aid. Others that will or despise you; fear you; wish for your destruction! Be strong! For the potential for Greatness and the Salvation of us all is within you!!"
A chill swept through each of the party as the words reverberated in your heads. The glow from Zellara's body quickly faded and she seemingly blinked as if in confusion for a moment. "...but I will assist you all when I can..."
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"Oh." Mazour raised an eyebrow questioningly, looking over to the others as Zellara made her... Proclamation? Prophecy? Declaration of insanity? He wasn't quite sure which, but it did not matter.
"Oh so many questions right now, however we have no time. Can we speak with you again? Through your Harrow deck? We have to take the children somewhere... more well kept," he said as he glanced around the room and it's occupants. Looking back to Zellara, Mazour shrugged.
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Redii - who had a very concerned look on her face - seemed to be in her own head and only stirred at the mention of the children. "Ummm, Yes, we should probably go... away from here. Try for the Gray? Or maybe to East Shore if we can cross High Bridge..."
Redii is rather antsy to leave Zellara for reasons besides the children despite her statement - a bit unusually for her based off the brief amount of time you've spent together.
"I am not sure..." She began as her form slowly become more and more transparent. "But any help I can give, I will..."
OOC: Zellara is fading away. Maybe time for a quick question/ comment to her before she's gone
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"What is this fate you speak of? Where would we even begin? What can I do to help?"