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The faster it’s done, the better, and Andy seems to know what she’s doing. A lot of things could go wrong, but Kivorya says the words anyways, a nervous laugh at the end.
The faster it’s done, the better, and Andy seems to know what she’s doing. A lot of things could go wrong, but Kivorya says the words anyways, a nervous laugh at the end.
Darn. I forgot to RP.

Thornspell went to press the top button. I mean, these things usually work top-down don’t they? However, what she didn’t notice was that the device was still upside down from when she was fixing it. So it was actually the bottom button.

She pressed the button...

And then—

a wild cliffhanger appeared!
Darn. I forgot to RP.

Thornspell went to press the top button. I mean, these things usually work top-down don’t they? However, what she didn’t notice was that the device was still upside down from when she was fixing it. So it was actually the bottom button.

She pressed the button...

And then—

a wild cliffhanger appeared!

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[b]Username:[/b] Espoir [b]User ID:[/b] 157203 [b]Dragon Name:[/b] Symphony or Sy. [b]Dragon Picture:[/b] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=11487603] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/114877/11487603_350.png[/img] [/url] [b]Day 6 (The final choice):[/b] (Ahhh, late again because of work... hopefully this posts in time before the deadline~ :c) Her eyebrows, if dragons even had any, creased and pointed teeth bit her lower lip as a thoughtful expression crossed the Imperial's face. But while Andraste would certainly know about the device, Sy wasn't sure she liked the sound of the thing on her arm overloading. '[i]What if instead of overloading... it explodes?[/i]'. The Imperial shook her head slightly. "None offence, Andraste, but i would think it would be better to take this to someone who knows exactly how to take this thing off... [b]"I'd rather go find Enzul, if it's all the same to you.[/b]"
Username: Espoir
User ID: 157203
Dragon Name: Symphony or Sy.
Dragon Picture:


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Day 6 (The final choice):

(Ahhh, late again because of work... hopefully this posts in time before the deadline~ :c)

Her eyebrows, if dragons even had any, creased and pointed teeth bit her lower lip as a thoughtful expression crossed the Imperial's face. But while Andraste would certainly know about the device, Sy wasn't sure she liked the sound of the thing on her arm overloading.

'What if instead of overloading... it explodes?'.

The Imperial shook her head slightly.

"None offence, Andraste, but i would think it would be better to take this to someone who knows exactly how to take this thing off... "I'd rather go find Enzul, if it's all the same to you."
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@Stanzascale @JinxMoonstone @@Juri01 @Watercolour @Rosoidela @alyblaith @Festival @Saronai @Thewarywatcher13 @felistopaz @Illyrael @Saraceaser @PhantomLullabies

There’s a small lightning tower ahead of you, only just a bit bigger than you are. It’s more for keeping the lightning from hitting the roof than actual collection. You can barely see as you stumble up to it, but you manage to make out the words “Emergency Discharge” on one of the buttons and an energy bar that’s less than half full.

The sound of the mirror’s claws on the rooftop, urge you forward. With energy building inside you and your vision doubling, you can’t move very fast at all. As you stagger your way past the tower you hit the Emergency Discharge button, and hear the whine of it engaging. You hightail it as fast as your delirious stagger will allow, but you are still caught and knocked prone by the blast. Your ears are ringing and everything hurts. You struggle to stay conscious.

Then Cat’s there, you can’t make out what she’s saying but she grabs you and pulls you off the dangerous rooftop into the quiet dark of an alley.

Cat urges you upright. “You’ve got this. Just a little longer. I saw the lantern before you signaled me, we’re very close.” Your vision keeps blacking out and there are periods of time where Cat is dragging you more than supporting you.

When your vision comes back, you’re settled at a clean table in a small but warmly lit room. Cat’s sitting next to you watching a guardian rattle around the room making tea. That must be Enzul.

The guardian serves you and settles down at the table. “It’s good that you made it so quickly. The magic in the artifact is about to override your own.” He says nodding at the tattoo. “I can get it out. Your friend has already agreed to the price, so don’t worry about paying me. Show me where it went in.”

When you put your arm on the table. He places one claw where it entered and then reaches to touch one the leading edges that had crawled all the way across your chest and down the other arm. He presses down hard on both places and you feel his magic abruptly crescendo. It feels like his claws are driving down deep enough to hit bone, and then you feel the grating rasp of metal under your skin. It’s agony worse than even the surges and you barely stay conscious.

When the pain suddenly dies down, you’re sweating and shaking, but the bracer is laying innocuously in the middle of the table.

“These were very popular in the second age,” Enzul says, picking it up. “It’s keyed to the creator's magical signature but not very well. Anyone that has even a passing similarity could also use it, so the magic users from that time started building in …failsafes, we’ll say."

“Hmm." Enzul takes a closer look at the bracer. "These foci are quite strong even for how old it is... and there’s so many of them. This would have cost a few thousand at least, and that a conservative estimate.”

“There no way an artifact that powerful was created for such a measly price.” Cat disagrees.

Enzul finally takes his eye off of the artifact to blink up at her. “You are absolutely right. I was talking about lives.”

“…”

“I trust you can see yourselves out.” Enzul ducks out the room and deeper into the house. Cat sighs longingly, watching the artifact disappear from view. “Well, all that for nothing.”

Cat thinks for a moment, “Well, not really nothing.” She turns to you with a sharp grin. “Ever broken anyone out of prison, newbie?”
@Stanzascale @JinxMoonstone @@Juri01 @Watercolour @Rosoidela @alyblaith @Festival @Saronai @Thewarywatcher13 @felistopaz @Illyrael @Saraceaser @PhantomLullabies

There’s a small lightning tower ahead of you, only just a bit bigger than you are. It’s more for keeping the lightning from hitting the roof than actual collection. You can barely see as you stumble up to it, but you manage to make out the words “Emergency Discharge” on one of the buttons and an energy bar that’s less than half full.

The sound of the mirror’s claws on the rooftop, urge you forward. With energy building inside you and your vision doubling, you can’t move very fast at all. As you stagger your way past the tower you hit the Emergency Discharge button, and hear the whine of it engaging. You hightail it as fast as your delirious stagger will allow, but you are still caught and knocked prone by the blast. Your ears are ringing and everything hurts. You struggle to stay conscious.

Then Cat’s there, you can’t make out what she’s saying but she grabs you and pulls you off the dangerous rooftop into the quiet dark of an alley.

Cat urges you upright. “You’ve got this. Just a little longer. I saw the lantern before you signaled me, we’re very close.” Your vision keeps blacking out and there are periods of time where Cat is dragging you more than supporting you.

When your vision comes back, you’re settled at a clean table in a small but warmly lit room. Cat’s sitting next to you watching a guardian rattle around the room making tea. That must be Enzul.

The guardian serves you and settles down at the table. “It’s good that you made it so quickly. The magic in the artifact is about to override your own.” He says nodding at the tattoo. “I can get it out. Your friend has already agreed to the price, so don’t worry about paying me. Show me where it went in.”

When you put your arm on the table. He places one claw where it entered and then reaches to touch one the leading edges that had crawled all the way across your chest and down the other arm. He presses down hard on both places and you feel his magic abruptly crescendo. It feels like his claws are driving down deep enough to hit bone, and then you feel the grating rasp of metal under your skin. It’s agony worse than even the surges and you barely stay conscious.

When the pain suddenly dies down, you’re sweating and shaking, but the bracer is laying innocuously in the middle of the table.

“These were very popular in the second age,” Enzul says, picking it up. “It’s keyed to the creator's magical signature but not very well. Anyone that has even a passing similarity could also use it, so the magic users from that time started building in …failsafes, we’ll say."

“Hmm." Enzul takes a closer look at the bracer. "These foci are quite strong even for how old it is... and there’s so many of them. This would have cost a few thousand at least, and that a conservative estimate.”

“There no way an artifact that powerful was created for such a measly price.” Cat disagrees.

Enzul finally takes his eye off of the artifact to blink up at her. “You are absolutely right. I was talking about lives.”

“…”

“I trust you can see yourselves out.” Enzul ducks out the room and deeper into the house. Cat sighs longingly, watching the artifact disappear from view. “Well, all that for nothing.”

Cat thinks for a moment, “Well, not really nothing.” She turns to you with a sharp grin. “Ever broken anyone out of prison, newbie?”
@TwilitRaven @Syceris @Daemonengrau @WhitePhoenix @GardenWyrm

You stumble blearily forward. Darkness closing in on your vision as the magical energy builds quickly. The pain makes you dizzy and you hit the roof hard. You’re not conscious enough to feel the claws close on you.



The stones scrape your back as you are dragged along them. The lanterns above you are painfully bright.



The steel table is freezing cold. It feels nice. Your skin is tingly and too big at first, but that feeling is quickly overtaken by a wash of agony.

You can't make out anything they’re saying. Their voices are grating but when you try to tell them to be quiet you can’t feel your tongue.



You wake to throbbing ache in your arm and a killer headache. “Easy now. Take it easy. They really weren’t gentile with the extraction. Though I suppose it's a blessing that they did any extraction at all.”

Looking around, you can see that you’re in a cell. It’s dark and cold, but quiet. Across the way you see Andraste in her own cell.

“You’ve sure had a heck of a time, haven’t you? Best take it easy for now. Focus on putting yourself back together and take your time, we’re in no hurry.”



The day after you tell Andraste that you’re feeling much better is the day Cat come strolling into your prison cell twirling a key ring in her claw
@TwilitRaven @Syceris @Daemonengrau @WhitePhoenix @GardenWyrm

You stumble blearily forward. Darkness closing in on your vision as the magical energy builds quickly. The pain makes you dizzy and you hit the roof hard. You’re not conscious enough to feel the claws close on you.



The stones scrape your back as you are dragged along them. The lanterns above you are painfully bright.



The steel table is freezing cold. It feels nice. Your skin is tingly and too big at first, but that feeling is quickly overtaken by a wash of agony.

You can't make out anything they’re saying. Their voices are grating but when you try to tell them to be quiet you can’t feel your tongue.



You wake to throbbing ache in your arm and a killer headache. “Easy now. Take it easy. They really weren’t gentile with the extraction. Though I suppose it's a blessing that they did any extraction at all.”

Looking around, you can see that you’re in a cell. It’s dark and cold, but quiet. Across the way you see Andraste in her own cell.

“You’ve sure had a heck of a time, haven’t you? Best take it easy for now. Focus on putting yourself back together and take your time, we’re in no hurry.”



The day after you tell Andraste that you’re feeling much better is the day Cat come strolling into your prison cell twirling a key ring in her claw
@dustclouds @Hanakoto @Elisse

“I? I am the one and only Assassin Velt!” You say enthusiastically. Thinking quickly you ask, “And who is this guilty fellow, here.” You point at the unconscious spiral.

“Indeed he is a gilt-y fellow,” the king says with a wink to the audience, “and was aiming to become more so, with the rest of my coffers. That is Archduke Briarthorn. That was quite a feat you pulled.”

“Nonsense, I landed on my back.” You shoot back.

“Nonetheless,” the king sniffs amusedly, “I thank you for your help Assassin Velt, though that was the most interesting assassination I’ve ever seen.”

“It is an interesting scene indeed. Consider it my calling card. You mentioned coffers? Assassination isn’t free, you know. If you want to give me a bit of thanks, I’m happy to wait.”

I believe you have demonstrated your weight enough.”

The play is going really well until you’re hit with another surge that sends you straight to a blackout. You can hear people calling for help as you lose consciousness.



You wake up in a spacious tent, a stressed out looking tundra nearby. “I don’t know what you managed to do to yourself, friend, but you’ve been unconscious for a week. I managed to keep the magic from killing you but if you don’t keep draining it off weekly, it’ll come back and fast.”

Looking at your arm, you can see the tattoo has faded to black. The tundra leaves and your tent descends into chaos as all of your new actor friends crowd in.

The dull ache in your arm, which you’ve had since you woke up, never goes away. The Emporium disappeared while you were unconscious and with it went your chance to have it properly removed.
@dustclouds @Hanakoto @Elisse

“I? I am the one and only Assassin Velt!” You say enthusiastically. Thinking quickly you ask, “And who is this guilty fellow, here.” You point at the unconscious spiral.

“Indeed he is a gilt-y fellow,” the king says with a wink to the audience, “and was aiming to become more so, with the rest of my coffers. That is Archduke Briarthorn. That was quite a feat you pulled.”

“Nonsense, I landed on my back.” You shoot back.

“Nonetheless,” the king sniffs amusedly, “I thank you for your help Assassin Velt, though that was the most interesting assassination I’ve ever seen.”

“It is an interesting scene indeed. Consider it my calling card. You mentioned coffers? Assassination isn’t free, you know. If you want to give me a bit of thanks, I’m happy to wait.”

I believe you have demonstrated your weight enough.”

The play is going really well until you’re hit with another surge that sends you straight to a blackout. You can hear people calling for help as you lose consciousness.



You wake up in a spacious tent, a stressed out looking tundra nearby. “I don’t know what you managed to do to yourself, friend, but you’ve been unconscious for a week. I managed to keep the magic from killing you but if you don’t keep draining it off weekly, it’ll come back and fast.”

Looking at your arm, you can see the tattoo has faded to black. The tundra leaves and your tent descends into chaos as all of your new actor friends crowd in.

The dull ache in your arm, which you’ve had since you woke up, never goes away. The Emporium disappeared while you were unconscious and with it went your chance to have it properly removed.
“I’m leaving” you say and dodge around the actors and head backstage. You navigate the back ways and come out on the other side of the theater. As you are wandering down the street a flash of blue catches your eye.

Backtracking, you can see a blue lantern hanging above an unimpressive door. You’re heart lifts as you dash towards it, knocking quickly.

A bland looking guardian opens it and when you show him the tattoo, invites you inside. He serves you tea and seats you at a table just in time for another surge to overtake you.

Darkness takes over your vision and the pain builds up higher than ever before, crescendo-ing into agony. You come back to yourself, shaking and sweating. You're partway sprawled on the table.

"You really cut that close," Enzul murmurs. He's holding the bracer delicately in his claws. "It's rather interesting that you would be so compatible with a second age artifact. This isn't draconic magic, you know.

“No dragon should be compatible with this type of magic at all. The fact that you are..well, that suggests some interesting research must be on-going in those high-security labs. Though, by whom I couldn't possibly begin to guess."

Finally, he looks over at you, "This will be sufficient payment for my services." Enzul tucks the bracer away, and heads towards the back room. "Take as much time as you need to finish your tea."



Two weeks later you’re back home. Life has pretty much returned to normal except that you have one more story to tell. You hear your name called by a familiar voice.

You turn to see Andraste waving at you. “There you are! We’ve been looking all over for you haven’t we, Cat?” Andraste nudges a grumpy looking Cotriona who’s glaring at you silently. Guess she's not happy with the way you ditched her.

“Anyway,” Andraste continues, “We wanted to give you your cut of the profits from the mess back in the Emporium.” She holds out a burlap cloth and doesn’t wait for you to reach out, instead shoving it at you.

The metal of bracer digs deep into your skin, the now-familiar dizziness washing over you.

“Don’t be shy, you deserve it.” Andraste says pleasantly.
“I’m leaving” you say and dodge around the actors and head backstage. You navigate the back ways and come out on the other side of the theater. As you are wandering down the street a flash of blue catches your eye.

Backtracking, you can see a blue lantern hanging above an unimpressive door. You’re heart lifts as you dash towards it, knocking quickly.

A bland looking guardian opens it and when you show him the tattoo, invites you inside. He serves you tea and seats you at a table just in time for another surge to overtake you.

Darkness takes over your vision and the pain builds up higher than ever before, crescendo-ing into agony. You come back to yourself, shaking and sweating. You're partway sprawled on the table.

"You really cut that close," Enzul murmurs. He's holding the bracer delicately in his claws. "It's rather interesting that you would be so compatible with a second age artifact. This isn't draconic magic, you know.

“No dragon should be compatible with this type of magic at all. The fact that you are..well, that suggests some interesting research must be on-going in those high-security labs. Though, by whom I couldn't possibly begin to guess."

Finally, he looks over at you, "This will be sufficient payment for my services." Enzul tucks the bracer away, and heads towards the back room. "Take as much time as you need to finish your tea."



Two weeks later you’re back home. Life has pretty much returned to normal except that you have one more story to tell. You hear your name called by a familiar voice.

You turn to see Andraste waving at you. “There you are! We’ve been looking all over for you haven’t we, Cat?” Andraste nudges a grumpy looking Cotriona who’s glaring at you silently. Guess she's not happy with the way you ditched her.

“Anyway,” Andraste continues, “We wanted to give you your cut of the profits from the mess back in the Emporium.” She holds out a burlap cloth and doesn’t wait for you to reach out, instead shoving it at you.

The metal of bracer digs deep into your skin, the now-familiar dizziness washing over you.

“Don’t be shy, you deserve it.” Andraste says pleasantly.
@FawnStars7

You tell him you're dying. As you explain what you know about the artifact, you can feel it growing along your arm. You don't know how much time you have left, but all you want to do is get the artifact off of you. You scratch nervously at the tattoo on your arm.

Tali looks at you with pitying eyes. "Any idea how to get it off?" he asks, all honest. You shake your head, and you feel tears start to form in your eyes.

He puts a reassuring hand on your shoulder. "Hey, don't worry. We'll figure this thing out, I promise." You look up at him, and the only thing you can see on his face is an earnestness you haven't seen in a long time. "Now, is there anybody who would have a clue?"

In a halting voice, you tell him what you know about Enzul. He nods along. "I can find him. Come on, let's go get that artifact off you," he says with a kind smile.

As he leads you out of the sewer and back into the bazaar, you feel the smallest spark of hope for the first time since this cursed artifact turned into a tattoo. Tali goes on a winding path through the bazaar, pausing to sniff the air occasionally. You have no idea what he's doing, but he radiates a confidence in his search.

Eventually, Tali stops in an alleyway in the residential district. He knocks on an unassuming door with a blue lantern hanging over it, and a massive guardian in a hood answers the door. "Enzul, I take it?" Tali asks.

"Now, why's a Bureau dog askin'?" the guardian said in a gravelly voice. He towers over you and Tali. "And how'd you find me?"

Tali hesitates. "This dragon here needs your help. I'll... I'll do whatever it takes to help them out." He nervously gulps, but he remains steadfast. "I'm a good tracker."

Enzul snorts. You scratch at your arm as you feel a surge of magic beginning, and the guardian turns towards you, his eyes pinning you in place. He looks intrigued. "Well, why don't you both come on in and we can work out a fee for my help."

He leads you two inside and towards a table. "Now, I presume you want that artifact out of you before you end up dead?"

You nod vigorously and explain how you came about it as he examines your arm. Enzul snorts at hearing Cotriona and Andraste were involved. "Of course they were." His claw traces its way up your arm, following the longest tendril that had just reached your chest. Another claw touches where the artifact entered. He presses down hard on both places and you feel his magic abruptly crescendo. It feels like his claws are driving down deep enough to hit bone, and then you feel the grating rasp of metal cutting under your skin. It’s agony worse than even the surges and it’s hard to even stay conscious.

When the pain suddenly dies down, you’re sweating and shaking, but the bracer is laying innocuously in the middle of the table.

“These were very popular in the second age,” Enzul says, picking it up. “It’s keyed to the creator's signature but not very well. Anyone that even had a passing similarity could also use it, so the magic users from that time started building in... failsafes, we’ll say. If you didn’t know how to use it, the magic in it would kill you."

You hear Tali gulp. "That's... more than a little terrifying," he says. "And dark. There's a reason the Bureau wanted it back."

"Indeed. Now, my fee." Enzul hums as he considers it. "I'll take a year of service from you, dog."

"Me?" Tali exclaims. "But–" He glances over to you. With a sigh, he gathers up his remaining courage. "Very well. A service for a service. Provided that my friend here is free to leave."

"Of course, of course," Enzul says, waving you away. "I believe your friend here has learned their lesson about the dangers of the Shifting Emporium. Now, let's put you to work, dog." Enzul ducks out of the room and deeper into the house.

Tali exhales the breath he'd been holding. "Are you going to be all right on your own?" he asks you. You nod and ask the same thing. He gives you a weak smile. "Don't worry about me. Just don't go picking up anymore dark artifacts, you hear me?"
@FawnStars7

You tell him you're dying. As you explain what you know about the artifact, you can feel it growing along your arm. You don't know how much time you have left, but all you want to do is get the artifact off of you. You scratch nervously at the tattoo on your arm.

Tali looks at you with pitying eyes. "Any idea how to get it off?" he asks, all honest. You shake your head, and you feel tears start to form in your eyes.

He puts a reassuring hand on your shoulder. "Hey, don't worry. We'll figure this thing out, I promise." You look up at him, and the only thing you can see on his face is an earnestness you haven't seen in a long time. "Now, is there anybody who would have a clue?"

In a halting voice, you tell him what you know about Enzul. He nods along. "I can find him. Come on, let's go get that artifact off you," he says with a kind smile.

As he leads you out of the sewer and back into the bazaar, you feel the smallest spark of hope for the first time since this cursed artifact turned into a tattoo. Tali goes on a winding path through the bazaar, pausing to sniff the air occasionally. You have no idea what he's doing, but he radiates a confidence in his search.

Eventually, Tali stops in an alleyway in the residential district. He knocks on an unassuming door with a blue lantern hanging over it, and a massive guardian in a hood answers the door. "Enzul, I take it?" Tali asks.

"Now, why's a Bureau dog askin'?" the guardian said in a gravelly voice. He towers over you and Tali. "And how'd you find me?"

Tali hesitates. "This dragon here needs your help. I'll... I'll do whatever it takes to help them out." He nervously gulps, but he remains steadfast. "I'm a good tracker."

Enzul snorts. You scratch at your arm as you feel a surge of magic beginning, and the guardian turns towards you, his eyes pinning you in place. He looks intrigued. "Well, why don't you both come on in and we can work out a fee for my help."

He leads you two inside and towards a table. "Now, I presume you want that artifact out of you before you end up dead?"

You nod vigorously and explain how you came about it as he examines your arm. Enzul snorts at hearing Cotriona and Andraste were involved. "Of course they were." His claw traces its way up your arm, following the longest tendril that had just reached your chest. Another claw touches where the artifact entered. He presses down hard on both places and you feel his magic abruptly crescendo. It feels like his claws are driving down deep enough to hit bone, and then you feel the grating rasp of metal cutting under your skin. It’s agony worse than even the surges and it’s hard to even stay conscious.

When the pain suddenly dies down, you’re sweating and shaking, but the bracer is laying innocuously in the middle of the table.

“These were very popular in the second age,” Enzul says, picking it up. “It’s keyed to the creator's signature but not very well. Anyone that even had a passing similarity could also use it, so the magic users from that time started building in... failsafes, we’ll say. If you didn’t know how to use it, the magic in it would kill you."

You hear Tali gulp. "That's... more than a little terrifying," he says. "And dark. There's a reason the Bureau wanted it back."

"Indeed. Now, my fee." Enzul hums as he considers it. "I'll take a year of service from you, dog."

"Me?" Tali exclaims. "But–" He glances over to you. With a sigh, he gathers up his remaining courage. "Very well. A service for a service. Provided that my friend here is free to leave."

"Of course, of course," Enzul says, waving you away. "I believe your friend here has learned their lesson about the dangers of the Shifting Emporium. Now, let's put you to work, dog." Enzul ducks out of the room and deeper into the house.

Tali exhales the breath he'd been holding. "Are you going to be all right on your own?" he asks you. You nod and ask the same thing. He gives you a weak smile. "Don't worry about me. Just don't go picking up anymore dark artifacts, you hear me?"
You don't tell him you're dying. That's personal business, nothing he needs to know. You sigh, resigning yourself to Tali's stares.

The two of you climb out, with you leading the way. The rope miraculously holds, and you feel a sense of relief as you clamber up the ladder towards the surface. You can finally get out of the dank dark sewers and go find–

You emerge and are immediately confronted by a rather angry-looking imperial, bright pink skeleton markings stark against her blue scales. Dark armor covers her, and you see a glinting sword on her back. She smiles, a slow, languid smile that gives you enough time to realize just how much trouble you're in.

"So you're the one who stole this artifact," she says. "I'm Commander Mirshann, head of the Reclamation Bureau. You know, I absolutely loved the chase you and your compatriots led me on." The heavy notes of sarcasm send your stomach plummeting. You glance down to see if you could fall back down, but Tali is right behind you, eyes wide as he hears his boss.

You're hauled out of the sewer grate, chains immediately binding your wings down as Reclamation Bureau agents start hauling you to their field office. Behind you, you can see Tali climbing up and giving a nervous salute to the imposing imperial.

You're thrown unceremoniously into a holding cell. A few agents bustle around you, examining your arm and the tattoo. You catch phrases like "difficult removal", "flood with magic", and "likelihood of death", and you scratch nervously at your arm as you feel magic building up.

You hear Commander Mirshann berating Tali in her personal office nearby, and he slinks out, giving you a guilty look as he passes. "Sorry," he says quietly after making sure no one could overhear.

A pair of scientists approach you with a device that whirrs ominously. "Hopefully this will remove the artifact," one says to the other as they clamp the device onto your arm. "Thankfully we had the time to finish it with the Puppy's misadventure in those sewers."

You swallow nervously. The devices starts to whirr louder, lights blinking on and off and sparks flying. You feel a prickle build up in your arm, growing stronger and more painful as it crawls towards your heart. A warning light goes off. The two scientists look at each other before diving behind a desk.

The device is blaring a horn, and–

Everything goes white.
You don't tell him you're dying. That's personal business, nothing he needs to know. You sigh, resigning yourself to Tali's stares.

The two of you climb out, with you leading the way. The rope miraculously holds, and you feel a sense of relief as you clamber up the ladder towards the surface. You can finally get out of the dank dark sewers and go find–

You emerge and are immediately confronted by a rather angry-looking imperial, bright pink skeleton markings stark against her blue scales. Dark armor covers her, and you see a glinting sword on her back. She smiles, a slow, languid smile that gives you enough time to realize just how much trouble you're in.

"So you're the one who stole this artifact," she says. "I'm Commander Mirshann, head of the Reclamation Bureau. You know, I absolutely loved the chase you and your compatriots led me on." The heavy notes of sarcasm send your stomach plummeting. You glance down to see if you could fall back down, but Tali is right behind you, eyes wide as he hears his boss.

You're hauled out of the sewer grate, chains immediately binding your wings down as Reclamation Bureau agents start hauling you to their field office. Behind you, you can see Tali climbing up and giving a nervous salute to the imposing imperial.

You're thrown unceremoniously into a holding cell. A few agents bustle around you, examining your arm and the tattoo. You catch phrases like "difficult removal", "flood with magic", and "likelihood of death", and you scratch nervously at your arm as you feel magic building up.

You hear Commander Mirshann berating Tali in her personal office nearby, and he slinks out, giving you a guilty look as he passes. "Sorry," he says quietly after making sure no one could overhear.

A pair of scientists approach you with a device that whirrs ominously. "Hopefully this will remove the artifact," one says to the other as they clamp the device onto your arm. "Thankfully we had the time to finish it with the Puppy's misadventure in those sewers."

You swallow nervously. The devices starts to whirr louder, lights blinking on and off and sparks flying. You feel a prickle build up in your arm, growing stronger and more painful as it crawls towards your heart. A warning light goes off. The two scientists look at each other before diving behind a desk.

The device is blaring a horn, and–

Everything goes white.
@daineger @Maithax @Lundlaeva @Lonefox

It's been hours. Everything is dark, darker than any place you've ever been. You try to cast a small light with your magic, but every spark gets swallowed up by the dark.

You're scared. Your arm is starting to prickle again. You walk a little faster, scanning the walls and ceiling for any openings.

You jump, startled, as you catch something moving in the water out the corner of your eye.

You lean back against the wall, as far as you can get from the water, while you try to stop your heart from pounding.

You gulp, a sound that's drowned out by the water that is definitely surging up and over the edge and oh gods you're running now.

You bolt down the tunnel, trying to find something, anything, but mostly just trying to get *away*. The tattoo on your arm starts to burn bright with magic, lighting your way for all that your arm feels like its on fire.

You turn the corner and–

Dead end.

The burning flares up, racing across your chest as it heats up to unbearable pain.

You turn, just in time to see a monsterous creature looming up over you, its mouth gaping wide open with so many teeth.

The burning reaches your cheeks, then your eyes. Everything burns white.

Then darkness.
@daineger @Maithax @Lundlaeva @Lonefox

It's been hours. Everything is dark, darker than any place you've ever been. You try to cast a small light with your magic, but every spark gets swallowed up by the dark.

You're scared. Your arm is starting to prickle again. You walk a little faster, scanning the walls and ceiling for any openings.

You jump, startled, as you catch something moving in the water out the corner of your eye.

You lean back against the wall, as far as you can get from the water, while you try to stop your heart from pounding.

You gulp, a sound that's drowned out by the water that is definitely surging up and over the edge and oh gods you're running now.

You bolt down the tunnel, trying to find something, anything, but mostly just trying to get *away*. The tattoo on your arm starts to burn bright with magic, lighting your way for all that your arm feels like its on fire.

You turn the corner and–

Dead end.

The burning flares up, racing across your chest as it heats up to unbearable pain.

You turn, just in time to see a monsterous creature looming up over you, its mouth gaping wide open with so many teeth.

The burning reaches your cheeks, then your eyes. Everything burns white.

Then darkness.
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