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@arlastail : Winona shook an ink marker as Siba rolled out a heavy map of the Arimes coast. "Sylvana, what do you know so far about the foxes?" "Fennecs…" Yidris corrected, as Winona bit the cap off the marker. "From what we gathered, very little. They were to themselves in the catacombs. Yidris and Midra handled a large portion of them, but retreated when the wolf came back for reconnaissance." "So Volstiv is involved somehow, I can call the local watchtower from the North. What were the foxes doing?"

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@arlastail : "So, can you help us?" Arla asked, the mage looking at her with a sigh as she tightened her mask. "The book grants you our hospitality but not our service. I'm sorry, but being the son of Ramsey does not give us incentive to help." "Can we at least know your names?" Radagast asked, breaking a cookie in half. "We share no memories of our times before the temple." Another answered, in a softer tone. "However, I do think we can make an exception for names." The leader sighed in reluctance, remov

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@arlastail : "You sent them to the memory mages?!" Siba shouted, as she removed her burqa. "Do you know how dangerous they can be?!" "They're not dangerous to us…" Baba sighed, Sylvana looking in confusion. "Who are the memory mages?" "They're dangerous mages purposely isolated from Arimes due to their power. Their ability to alter and erase memory." Siba explained. "They can teach Ramses magic, and how to be a healer." "...And how do you suppose he's going to be able to cast any of those spells when h

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@arlastail : "Zahrat alsahra' alsaghira. La tade qalbik yadtarib Li'ana alshams satughiib ealaa Watatafatah taht daw' alqamar. Alluwtus al'aswad 'amal Arimes Shifa' almardaa Shifa' allayl—" Siba paused her singing, continuing in hums as she covered herself with her burqa. Taking a hold of her basket before leaving the room. She knocked on Ramses's doorway; "Ramses, sweetie. I'm going to the market, honey?" She opened the door, the room empty. Siba gave a pause, going downstairs and checking the ki

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@arlastail : Chapter 6: Passageways "How much further do we need to walk? It's been hours!" Radagast complained, as the lantern was passed from Ramses to Serra. Arla looked over the book, trying to get further information. "So far… we just keep heading South. I don't see anything that says what we're looking for…" Serra whistled curiously, holding her hands out to Arla. "Oh, sure." Arla handed the book to Serra, who quickly began skimming over the pages. "Please tell me we didn't come all this way for n

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@arlastail : Due to concerns of the Corona Virus, alongside other issues, voting will be delayed to avoid stressing out readers further. Chapter 6, and possibly even 7, will be released in shorter more frequent bursts to give readers something to look forward to in events of potential quarantines. Remember to wash your hands and be mindful of others in this trying time.

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@arlastail : don't want to leave, you don't want this night to end." "Serra doesn't either. I know you don't—" "I don't need to speak sign language, I can see it on her face too." "What about Ramses?" "He's asleep, I don't know how he can sleep knowing it might be the last night we see him…" "It's his bed… Just as Serra is my comfort…" "Hmm…" Arla and Serra looked at him empathetically, giving a caring smile. "You should head back to bed. We'll wake you up in the morning." Radagast sighed and climbed

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@arlastail : Serra gave an unsure chirp, checking her pockets. "Oh! You don't have to worry about money! I'm sure I brought some!" Arla smirked; "To the market it is!" Yidris knocked on the doorway to the kitchen, holding an unlit cigarette in his mouth. "Excuse me, err… Baba?" "Please, call me Sanja. Ramses calls me Baba." She corrected, washing off vegetables in the sink. "To be fair, I call Sylvana 'mother'." Yidris noted, folding his arms. Baba gave a soft laugh. "Very well, call me Baba as well."

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