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Iblis pondered the information. Despite the recent scars and destruction, her mark might have left the wastes, possibly over to the border of Dragonhome. Still a danger worth investigating, especially if it decided to come back, but at least not immediately dangerous.
Although, the mention of the dreaded Emperor gave her pause. She recalled the oppressive atmosphere, the sideways glances that were present in the Hewn City when she travelled there. As her companion mentioned, the magic still present in the land indicated that it wasn’t here, but its sheer power, and the rampant destruction it wrought might explain how the once-great Rekyin were laid low. Paranoid perhaps, but better safe than sorry. Moreover, Herzi indicated that Mitzuki was killed...
The Gaoler steadied herself before continuing to speak.
“I see, that does at least make the wasteland safe, for now. I will continue to search, if only to ensure that it doesn’t return. The offer of aid is well received, and should combat become necessary, one of my guildmates will keep you informed. Expect a talkative blue Spiral named Kracain to come by. I think you would get on well with him.”
“If you don’t mind another question, have you seen a white female Imperial marked with dark bone patterns on her scales? She saved my life a long time ago, and I intend to repay the favour one way or another. I believed her to be dead, but rumor says that she still walks.”
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Blood. Fresh blood, which meant fresh wounds. Iblis followed the crimson trail, perhaps a recent victim? Upon being greeted by the peculiar sight, she watched silently as the Wildclaw performs his grim craft. The yellowish blood of the Bonepriest’s snapped crowns mingled with the crimson of the Wildclaw’s wounds, seeping into a sticky muck on the ground. It was a symbiosis of sorts, flesh for flesh, blood for bone. In a way, he too, was a part of the Scarred Wasteland. The Gaoler caught his latest handiwork, and examined it. It was still stained, yellowish blood drying on the ivory. Perhaps a bit too small for her to wear, given her large horns. She glanced as one of the Bonepriests seemed to be following her, clicking its mandibles and gazing at the crown she held.
Nodding politely, she stowed away the grisly ornament and continued on her trail, the bony serpent scuttling with her.
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