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			You see a weary Human priestess leaning on a rickety shovel, smiling at something behind you despite her sorry appearance. Her once-regal caftan is smeared with dirt, her hands are scuffed, and locks of greying hair have escaped her elaborate, gold-clasped braid. After a while, she blinks slowly and turns her unbroken smile to you. You suddenly realize you are holding an orb in your hand, its glass emitting a wavering glow.
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			You focus inwardly searching for insight into your future.
			You find yourself lying on a marble slab. Though no chains bind your body, you find yourself completely unable to move. A large metal slab takes up most of the circular room, surrounded by sigils carved into the dark marble floor of what you realize is a tower. Marble obelisks rise at the four cardinal points, each one crackling with energy used for some unholy purpose.

			Chanting surrounds you from robed figures at the edge of your sight, though your eyes focus on a glowing orb hovering above you. Green-tinged tendrils of dark crimson snake their way hungrily toward you, and though you try to scream, no sound comes out. The magic rushes through your eyes, blinding you and wracking your mind, your body and your soul. Just as you feel you can stand it no longer, the vision suddenly ceases, as if severed by a sharp knife.
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	A gnat-like buzzing sounds at your ear and draws your attention. With a sudden snap, your vision flashes and shifts to another location. A great chamber opens up in your mind's eye -- at the front is tiered seating with a podium standing before them. A Gnome stands at the podium while several well-dressed figures listen to him speak. "...quite the accomplishment! With the slightest imbuing of magic to the chains that bind them, the stones break free and hover in a fixed rotation as if they were still bound! With time, I..." As suddenly as it came, the vision fades.		A gnat-like buzzing sounds at your ear and draws your attention. With a sudden snap, your vision flashes and shifts to another location. A great chamber opens up in your mind's eye -- at the front is tiered seating with a podium standing before them. A Gnome stands at the podium while several well-dressed figures listen to him speak. "...quite the accomplishment! With the slightest imbuing of magic to the chains that bind them, the stones break free and hover in a fixed rotation as if they were still bound! With time, I..." As suddenly as it came, the vision fades.

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 A cloud of pungent incense blows into your face, revealing the sanctuary of a small temple.  Twin rows of torches trace the entire length of the room's stone walls, while braziers near the center billow with sacred smoke.  Images of Rutilor dominate the walls, all larger than life and brooding in the flickering light.  Men and women crowd into the sanctuary, some in priestly robes yet most in mis-matched suits of armor.  A middle-aged Elf in a formal, floor-length robe stands raised on a dais, next to the altar.
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 Your mind is once again drawn to the crowded temple and the Elven priest's sermon, "We have labored long and sacrificed much to preserve the innocence of the world.  There will be yet more holy blood shed before our task is complete.  Yet take heart, for by the glory of the Immortals and their illuminating light, an end can be seen!  Though the world is darkened, we have the opportunity to finally end Kigot's hundred-year farce."
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			A flurry of disparate images fight in the back of your mind for expression. You catch quick glimpses of a snowy night, a robed Elf, a dank pit... but it's too jumbled up and unrealized to fully grasp. A headache slowly but steadily builds in force as the prophetic message gathers intensity, heralding that it will, in fact, be one of those nights.
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			A cloud of pungent incense blows into your face, revealing the sanctuary of a small temple. Twin rows of torches trace the entire length of the room's stone walls, while braziers near the center billow with sacred smoke. Images of Rutilor dominate the walls, all larger than life and brooding in the flickering light. Men and women crowd into the sanctuary, some in priestly robes yet most in mis-matched suits of armor. A middle-aged Elf in a formal, floor-length robe stands raised on a dais, next to the altar.

			The Elf cries out, "Brothers, hear me! A darkness sweeps over the land, which the laymen do rise up against for the glory of the most holy names. Yet there is another darkness, that slips from mind to mind; lip to ear, which infects all souls with its passage."
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			Your mind is once again drawn to the crowded temple and the Elven priest's sermon, "We have labored long and sacrificed much to preserve the innocence of the world. There will be yet more holy blood shed before our task is complete. Yet take heart, for by the glory of the Immortals and their illuminating light, an end can be seen! Though the world is darkened, we have the opportunity to finally end Kigot's hundred-year farce."
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			The words of the Elven priest echo in your mind, "We have the opportunity, the obligation, and the right! Too long has this cancer been left to fester in its pits and tempt the weak. Too long has the Alchemy of Flesh been allowed to taint the order which the gods did ordain!"
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			You see... nothing at all, though you smell stale, diseased air and acquire an inexplicable claustrophobic dread in the back of your mind. As time passes, your ears and eyes strain for stimuli with some measure of success: a faint movement of the air, bereft of any other sound, resolves into shallow breathing.

			The stink and the threatening darkness hold your senses for a small eternity, before something shifts... above you? Before you can contemplate the spatial possibilities, there is a far too loud screech and a blinding explosion of light!

			When your senses recover, you see a Dwarf in filthy rags, shackled hand, foot and neck in heavy chains at the bottom of a stone oubliette. A lanky Human man stands at the top of the oubliette, holding a torch above his head.
			The ragged Dwarf yells out, "Go away! Save the gibbet for someone whose neck can still snap!"

			The Human responds, his voice a study in even politeness, "I'm sorry, sir, I had to rescue you without writing ahead. Have I interrupted something? I can always come back later."

			"Wait! That voice... that voice... Markat!"

			"Yes, sir."

			"You little bastard! I should have made something out of your scrawny, broken corpse when I had the chance!"

			"But, sir," Markat affects an injured tone, "If you had done that, I would not be here now and we could not have such a nice conversation."

			The Dwarf growls out, "What do you want, Markat?"

			Markat says, "I have been asked to present an invitation to you. One of the Philosophers has emerged triumphant and would be humbled if a Dwarf of your luminous reputation would agree to provide your wisdom in the dark days ahead."
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			"Go forth, my brothers! Let any tome which holds the Alchemy of Flesh be destroyed! Let any tongue that speaks its blasphemy be torn out! If a building may harbor one of these nihilist philosophers, then shall it be burnt as an offering to the most high! By sword, by axe and by spell this black folly will end!"
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			You see Zamidren Book striding down a narrow, stone passage with grim purpose. He follows a track of dark red carpeting laid down the center of a polished marble floor, though for all the expense the walls around him manage to look closed in, bare and sterile.

			Turning a corner, Zamidren faces a set of wide iron doors attended by Markat. The younger man nods in recognition and swings the doors open with dramatic force. He then faces into the room, bowing low and extending his arms wide. His lowered head does little to disguise the wide, sardonic grin across his face.

			Inside, dozens of cloaked men stand in a rough semi-circle, interrupted by a man-sized obelisk that occupies the center of the room. Zamidren strides into a center position and stops. Seconds pass as Zamidren and the crowd stare at each other with restrained hostility.

			Zamidren speaks, his voice loud and oratorical, "We are victims of unintended consequence. Lyras and her childish demons have brought the Temple to a head. We are being picked off one by one for the audacity of knowing of the Alchemy of Flesh. It is not so far fetched to assume that this room holds the majority of us that are still left alive. If we continue to do nothing, the philosophy dies with us! But there is another way."
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			A gnat-like buzzing sounds at your ear and draws your attention. With a sudden snap, your vision flashes and shifts to another location. A great chamber opens up in your mind's eye -- at the front is tiered seating with a podium standing before them. A Gnome stands at the podium while several well-dressed figures listen to him speak. "...quite the accomplishment! With the slightest imbuing of magic to the chains that bind them, the stones break free and hover in a fixed rotation as if they were still bound! With time, I..." As suddenly as it came, the vision fades.
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	A high-pitched buzz like that of a pesky gnat sounds near your ear and ever so slowly rotates around your head. Try as you might to ignore it, its insistence draws your attention. With a sudden snap, your vision flashes and shifts to another location. You find your mind's eye within a confined space -- four walls very close together, all made of stone showing signs of water damage. A table rests beneath you, and a Gnome stands atop a stool as he works intently over an array of tools, sparkling gems and rods of various lengths and materials. As suddenly as it came, the vision fades.		A high-pitched buzz like that of a pesky gnat sounds near your ear and ever so slowly rotates around your head. Try as you might to ignore it, its insistence draws your attention. With a sudden snap, your vision flashes and shifts to another location. You find your mind's eye within a confined space -- four walls very close together, all made of stone showing signs of water damage. A table rests beneath you, and a Gnome stands atop a stool as he works intently over an array of tools, sparkling gems and rods of various lengths and materials. As suddenly as it came, the vision fades.

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			A high-pitched buzz like that of a pesky gnat sounds near your ear and ever so slowly rotates around your head. Try as you might to ignore it, its insistence draws your attention. With a sudden snap, your vision flashes and shifts to another location. You find your mind's eye within a confined space -- four walls very close together, all made of stone showing signs of water damage. A table rests beneath you, and a Gnome stands atop a stool as he works intently over an array of tools, sparkling gems and rods of various lengths and materials. As suddenly as it came, the vision fades.
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			A gnat-like buzzing sounds at your ear and draws your attention. With a sudden snap, your vision flashes and shifts to another location. A Gnome tinkerer sits at a table within a stone-walled room. Excitedly, he calls out, "At last! I've done it! This will make Vanassa herself jealous! I told the fools it could be done!" He squeals with a final peel of laughter while casually tossing what appears to be a bracelet of dark sapphires. As suddenly as it came, the vision fades.
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	A searing jolt of pain stabs through your chest and your vision flashes with an angry white glare. Mechanisms click as knobs are turned and bolts are shifted to unlock the door. Your gloved hand turns the handle and opens it to see who would be making a call at such a late hour. A sap-heavy log crackles in the fireplace in another room.		A searing jolt of pain stabs through your chest and your vision flashes with an angry white glare. Mechanisms click as knobs are turned and bolts are shifted to unlock the door. Your gloved hand turns the handle and opens it to see who would be making a call at such a late hour. A sap-heavy log crackles in the fireplace in another room.

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			A searing jolt of pain stabs through your chest and your vision flashes with an angry white glare. Mechanisms click as knobs are turned and bolts are shifted to unlock the door. Your gloved hand turns the handle and opens it to see who would be making a call at such a late hour. A sap-heavy log crackles in the fireplace in another room.
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	A searing jolt of pain stabs through your chest and your vision flashes with an angry white glare. You stumble to the ground, gasping as you reach to the aching pain above your neck. Your fingers are covered in blood that quickly washes away in the storm that continues to rage. Turning, a perfectly rounded, polished stone sits in the street. Strands of your hair are matted to it, only adding to your confusion from the vision.		A searing jolt of pain stabs through your chest and your vision flashes with an angry white glare. You stumble to the ground, gasping as you reach to the aching pain above your neck. Your fingers are covered in blood that quickly washes away in the storm that continues to rage. Turning, a perfectly rounded, polished stone sits in the street. Strands of your hair are matted to it, only adding to your confusion from the vision.

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			A searing jolt of pain stabs through your chest and your vision flashes with an angry white glare. You stumble to the ground, gasping as you reach to the aching pain above your neck. Your fingers are covered in blood that quickly washes away in the storm that continues to rage. Turning, a perfectly rounded, polished stone sits in the street. Strands of your hair are matted to it, only adding to your confusion from the vision.
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	Your vision blurs. As it comes back to focus, you have a bird's eye view of the foundation of a massive keep. Workers mill about the area chopping trees, shaping stone, and laying a cobble road. Seated within the center of the clearing is a lone ghostly wolf, his gaze carefully surveying the work in progress. As he turns his muzzle upward toward you the vision abruptly ends.		Your vision blurs. As it comes back to focus, you have a bird's eye view of the foundation of a massive keep. Workers mill about the area chopping trees, shaping stone, and laying a cobble road. Seated within the center of the clearing is a lone ghostly wolf, his gaze carefully surveying the work in progress. As he turns his muzzle upward toward you the vision abruptly ends.

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			Your vision blurs. As it comes back to focus, you have a bird's eye view of the foundation of a massive keep. Workers mill about the area chopping trees, shaping stone, and laying a cobble road. Seated within the center of the clearing is a lone ghostly wolf, his gaze carefully surveying the work in progress. As he turns his muzzle upward toward you the vision abruptly ends.
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	A searing jolt of pain stabs through your chest and your vision flashes with an angry white glare. "The Master has retired. What business do you have with him at this hour?" you hear yourself asking.		A searing jolt of pain stabs through your chest and your vision flashes with an angry white glare. "The Master has retired. What business do you have with him at this hour?" you hear yourself asking.

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			A searing jolt of pain stabs through your chest and your vision flashes with an angry white glare. "The Master has retired. What business do you have with him at this hour?" you hear yourself asking.

			Metal flashes in the reflected candlelight, but that's all you can process before the object plunges into your chest and agony explodes from the wound.
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	A searing jolt of pain stabs through your chest and your vision flashes with an angry white glare. Collapsing to the floor, gasping for your final breath, thoughts fly through your mind before the world goes black. "What have I done to deserve this? Will the Master be next? The rags are still on the table, he'll be furious. The floor is cold. I'm so very...cold. The candle is too close to the curtain...pull it back."		A searing jolt of pain stabs through your chest and your vision flashes with an angry white glare. Collapsing to the floor, gasping for your final breath, thoughts fly through your mind before the world goes black. "What have I done to deserve this? Will the Master be next? The rags are still on the table, he'll be furious. The floor is cold. I'm so very...cold. The candle is too close to the curtain...pull it back."

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			A searing jolt of pain stabs through your chest and your vision flashes with an angry white glare. Collapsing to the floor, gasping for your final breath, thoughts fly through your mind before the world goes black. "What have I done to deserve this? Will the Master be next? The rags are still on the table, he'll be furious. The floor is cold. I'm so very...cold. The candle is too close to the curtain...pull it back."
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	The sounds of the world grow muted and distant. A sweetly jubilant melody emerges from the back of your mind in their stead. Humming along and reminiscing of the past, you wash the bloody debris off your hands.		The sounds of the world grow muted and distant. A sweetly jubilant melody emerges from the back of your mind in their stead. Humming along and reminiscing of the past, you wash the bloody debris off your hands.