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15strangers2017-06-12 02:58 pm
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FINAL WEEK
[Soon after, many of the figures lay dead. They bodies are splayed all over the stage. The female, however, seems to be gone.
Where did she go? What is she planning? It's unknown. But, soon after the Titled leave the Debate Hall, they are struck with a vivid vision. It is quick, but strong. Another dream, and this time, it is a waking dream.
Another memory. The Depths haven't been cleaned, either. The halls are silent, and no new doors seem to have opened. Yet deep down, you know. The end is near.
Its time to get ready. So, get ready, Titled.
There are seven strangers left.]
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Do you guys have an Intercessor too?
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We should probably compare notes, see what we've figured out so far.
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[He runs his hand through his hair and looks over at the Intercessor.]
Those bastards paralyzed them at the start of this, though...and I'm not sure they'd want to be part of the discussion, anyway. What we just found out really upset them.
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[He walks over, retrieves Farkas' note and hands it to Linkara.]
This was addressed to our Intercessor.
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[He frowns.]
But I guess it wouldn't surprise me if it turned out the Intercessor was also a...Dragonborn. Whatever the hell that means in relation to anything. Apparently they remembered apparently being a werewolf and an arch-mage, so I guess anything's possible.
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[He chuckles.]
I don't think they appreciated that we ended up friends instead.