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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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[biteoffherhead]

It was a mark of weakness for me to succumb and lose myself. The rage is overpowering when your blood runs hot.

[And then boils and overflows to become an eldritch horror, but. Moro was not helped by the zombie disease she caught.]

Were you touched?

[savedtheworld]

T-touched? [He blinks, taken aback by the question. Perhaps he'd seen some fall to Moro during the conflict, but he can't quite make the connection between the terms.

N-no. You didn't get me. [It was lucky that he and Roku had been working without the power cap, so that their bending abilities were able to be used to their full defensive capabilities.

But he does dwell on her words as she states that. It almost reminds him of what it's like to be in the Avatar State; so he feels like he can relate.]