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 *S C R E E C H E S*

The Abomination gets a whiff of incense burning. As he walks, he comes across a beautiful Tabaxi woman. She has a tent set up, little candles everywhere casting the area in warm light. She seems to be praying at a shrine of sorts, incense wafting around. 

Luciano, an older man, walks past the crusader to get himself breakfast. He is dressed in white robes with silver jewelry. His hair is cut short with black under crop. He wears the symbol of Morgana, the diety of life.

 *Can you tell how much fun I'm having?*

 The sigil on his chest and head burn red hot at the sight of simple prayer. The chains around him grow tighter as he holds himself, groaning in pain. Eventually the glowing stops as he approaches closer, shambling toward the Tabaxi woman.

 He sticks his blade into the ground and salutes the older man, sticking his crusade banner into the ground, having encountered some carrying the symbol of Morgana before. In the past during the crusades he has always had a good experience with them, and believes this to be the same.

 She sits up, her calico ears twitching. She turns around and blinks 'Oh, hello there. How are you?" She asks calmly, her big green eyes focused on him. 

He smiles warmly "Good day my friend, how art thou?" He asks, bowing. His accent is vaguely Italian.

 He takes a slight step back, his eyes turning a bright yellow as he does so. He takes a deep breath, his eyes turning back to brown before he says "Hello, what were you praying to?" He asks, his sigils giving a light glow.

 He takes off his helm, revealing long black hair and a well kept face "I am doing well sir. Good day to you as well." He places his helm to the table.

 "The natural world." She said, smiling brightly "Nature, the leaves, the fish, the rocks, all of it."

"Where did thou cometh from?" He asks, tilting his head to the side. His silver eyes watch him like a grandfather would.

 He smiles despite his condition "I see, do you think the natural world could have any help easing a demon? If not I'm sorry for asking."

 He goes silent for a mere moment before saying "Somewhere far from here. It does not matter where. The crusades have brought me here, and I cannot return."

 She smiles and nods, patting the blankets that are around "Come, sit down my friend." She says and produces a mug with tea in,  handing it to him.

"Ah, such sadness. I am very sorry my friend." He says, nodding sympathetically.

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 She smiles and nods, patting the blankets that are around "Come, sit down my friend." She says and produces a mug with tea in,  handing it to him.

"Ah, such sadness. I am very sorry my friend." He says, nodding sympathetically.

 They pick up as many of the chains as their scrawny frame can carry and shuffle over, sitting down crosslegged. He takes the tea, sipping slowly "Thank you, this is more than anything I could ask." Occasionally his eyes flash yellow, but he's able to keep it down.

 He picks his blade back up "It is not something you should have to apologize for. Do not feel the need to do so." He says, returning to sharpening it "It is truly sad indeed, but not anything new for soldiers like myself."

(Morning everyone)

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 She smiles and nods, patting the blankets that are around "Come, sit down my friend." She says and produces a mug with tea in,  handing it to him.

"Ah, such sadness. I am very sorry my friend." He says, nodding sympathetically.

 They pick up as many of the chains as their scrawny frame can carry and shuffle over, sitting down crosslegged. He takes the tea, sipping slowly "Thank you, this is more than anything I could ask." Occasionally his eyes flash yellow, but he's able to keep it down.

 He picks his blade back up "It is not something you should have to apologize for. Do not feel the need to do so." He says, returning to sharpening it "It is truly sad indeed, but not anything new for soldiers like myself."

 The tea tastes like.. well not good. She sips a mug as well. The edges of his vision become soft, like his brain is wrapped in cotten. Noises become soft, muted sort of. She smiles "This tea is derived from different plants with herbalistic qualities and psychoactive properties. Nothing bad, no hallucinations, no paranoia, nothing of the sort. Simply... Quiets the mind."

He places a hand on their shoulder "Ah, but choices are fate. Hard to change the cards. Would be like fighting the ocean."

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 She smiles and nods, patting the blankets that are around "Come, sit down my friend." She says and produces a mug with tea in,  handing it to him.

"Ah, such sadness. I am very sorry my friend." He says, nodding sympathetically.

 They pick up as many of the chains as their scrawny frame can carry and shuffle over, sitting down crosslegged. He takes the tea, sipping slowly "Thank you, this is more than anything I could ask." Occasionally his eyes flash yellow, but he's able to keep it down.

 He picks his blade back up "It is not something you should have to apologize for. Do not feel the need to do so." He says, returning to sharpening it "It is truly sad indeed, but not anything new for soldiers like myself."

 The tea tastes like.. well not good. She sips a mug as well. The edges of his vision become soft, like his brain is wrapped in cotten. Noises become soft, muted sort of. She smiles "This tea is derived from different plants with herbalistic qualities and psychoactive properties. Nothing bad, no hallucinations, no paranoia, nothing of the sort. Simply... Quiets the mind."

He places a hand on their shoulder "Ah, but choices are fate. Hard to change the cards. Would be like fighting the ocean."

 This time when his eyes turn yellow they remain that way, his body beginning to shift. His skin turns red and weak flesh becomes muscle, his head shifts to resemble a goat, two horns sprouting from the back of his head. His sigils glow brighter as his fingernails grow into claws, he gains about two feet of height as he looks down at them in his demonic form... and does nothing, too softened to be violent.

 The steel of the armor is warm, the golden glow of holy light warding him from danger "If I am here there must be something meant for me, I will not fight that fate."

Deep in the forest, trees begin to fall. Grey smoke is visible from the site where logging is taking place

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 She smiles and nods, patting the blankets that are around "Come, sit down my friend." She says and produces a mug with tea in,  handing it to him.

"Ah, such sadness. I am very sorry my friend." He says, nodding sympathetically.

 They pick up as many of the chains as their scrawny frame can carry and shuffle over, sitting down crosslegged. He takes the tea, sipping slowly "Thank you, this is more than anything I could ask." Occasionally his eyes flash yellow, but he's able to keep it down.

 He picks his blade back up "It is not something you should have to apologize for. Do not feel the need to do so." He says, returning to sharpening it "It is truly sad indeed, but not anything new for soldiers like myself."

 The tea tastes like.. well not good. She sips a mug as well. The edges of his vision become soft, like his brain is wrapped in cotten. Noises become soft, muted sort of. She smiles "This tea is derived from different plants with herbalistic qualities and psychoactive properties. Nothing bad, no hallucinations, no paranoia, nothing of the sort. Simply... Quiets the mind."

He places a hand on their shoulder "Ah, but choices are fate. Hard to change the cards. Would be like fighting the ocean."

 This time when his eyes turn yellow they remain that way, his body beginning to shift. His skin turns red and weak flesh becomes muscle, his head shifts to resemble a goat, two horns sprouting from the back of his head. His sigils glow brighter as his fingernails grow into claws, he gains about two feet of height as he looks down at them in his demonic form... and does nothing, too softened to be violent.

 The steel of the armor is warm, the golden glow of holy light warding him from danger "If I am here there must be something meant for me, I will not fight that fate."