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[biteoffherhead]

[What a surprise - another very rare voice post from Moro! And like usual for her with the strange magical device, her message is short and sweet.]

I seek those who saw the battle against the rotting corpses. The place called "Vaskoth", where I died. More than mere survivors, I wish to seek those that I had touched.

Come to the forest. I shall be there.


[And there she always is. She was gone for a time, perhaps in the mountains or further towards the edge of the barrier, but her tracks around the village are fresh once more and the wild animals shriek her name in terror if they aren't gossiping madly about how little she's actually chased them lately.]

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[chikaidestroyer]

[Albert found it strange to hear words from the wolf god over the journals. He would be remiss to not have noticed the change in the forest and its wildlife with the return of Moro, but he had decided to not seek her out; the curse was gone, the pain was gone, and he was rather eager to leave that experience in the past.

But there was that part of him that did think about the curse that had affected him for the good part of a year, and that's why he travels east of the village on horseback, an elf owl fluttering ahead and leading the way.

He travels a few miles into the forest before he pauses in a clearing. Waiting.]

You wished to see those you touched, Moro.

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[biteoffherhead]

[She's laying down nearby. Nothing aggressive, but her attention is locked on Albert all the same.]

I recognize this scent, but not the voice.

[She's not spoken with you before, has she?]

But the scent of the curse is weak on you.

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[chikaidestroyer]

We hadn't met before Vaskoth. Not in any official way. My name is Albert Silverberg.

[But he had his own traces within the forest, the most prominent being a giant owl who likely lived a more harried existence in the mountains with Moro's return.

Albert keeps his distance, pulling a bit on his horse's reins when he feels how tense she is; they were both uneasy to be so close to the giant wolf. He tries to meet her observation without alarm, but cannot quite hide a grimace when he processes her words.]

I had thought the curse was entirely gone. That was the aim, at least.