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[The blight is all-consuming.

Within days dozens are confirmed infected, and you and your unexpected new scientist friend find yourselves trying to work on a cure. If not a cure, a stopgap of some kind. Anything to prevent this thing from destroying everything. It's hard work. It's not going very well. Really, it feels like with every step forward, you're taking ten steps back. Discouraging is an understatement, to say the least.

A week passes, and the death toll rises. It's really starting to look bleak. You constantly second-guess yourself, and even get into a fistfight with your new ally one night. It's getting to the point where you are working on fumes.

Then, unexpectedly, you get a phone call. It's been a long night, and the sun is beginning to rise above the mountains, when it happens.

You and the scientist are not the only ones looking for a cure. In fact, there are at least a dozen others-and they think they may be close to a breakthrough.

But-and you can't believe you're hearing this, after all of the failure you'd experienced throughout this blight-they need your help.]


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[To say that the end of last week sucked would be an understatement. To say that no one knows what this week will bring is not even in question. Yet even as you wake, you feel a cloud lift from your mind, as one of the truths you've been living with since the beginning has suddenly changed.]




[But is it possible to abide by this new truth? The Hosts, and IT beyond, seem intent on making that impossible. And the rat...well. Obviously the rat's not an ally. Let's not kid ourselves.

There's only one way to find out if more deaths can truly be prevented-and that's to keep going, and hoping that the new floor that has opened up will offer something in the way of an opportunity.

In the meantime.


There are 11 strangers left in this place.]

Comments

[otherworldlyking]

What kind of duties?

[ He'll lean against a wall nearby, crossing his arms. ]

Never heard you mention this 'Ikithon' before. But, guessing he's some enemy of yours.

[katzenpfote]

Assassination. ON behalf of the Empire. Trent Ikithon is the Archmage of Civil Influence who is in charge of training recruits, whom he handpicks from promising candidates at the Soltryce Academy. It's a school run by the Cerberus Assembly, who is a council of mages.

I failed the training when I... eh... botched the last test, so to speak. I did it, but then broke. And realized that he had altered our memories in order to get us to do it.

So yes, he is someone who needs to be... cut out. And the rest of the Assembly, for the most part.

[otherworldlyking]

[ ...That sure was a lot of names. McBurn's sure Ikiwhatever was a big deal back home, considering, and probably meant as much to Caleb. Maybe?

But he idly wondered how fast he'd go down in a fight against said Archmage, because of course. ]

Last time you were back home, was there much progress being made on that?

[katzenpfote]

I mean, I am always dreaming of my hands around that man's neck, but none of us are strong enough yet.

[McBurn seems like the kind of guy who understands that desire.]

[otherworldlyking]

[ ...Oh yeah, he does.

He definitely does. ]

Can't say I know much about mages, but you seem like you'll get there. Eventually.

[katzenpfote]

I will. And it won't just be me - all of the rest of my group are already deadly and I am certain they will only get more so as we progress.