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biteoffherhead) wrote2014-02-11 07:19 pm
biteoffherhead) wrote2014-02-11 07:19 pm
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[Voice | Action]
[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.]
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.]
[Action]
[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.