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Melrathi Cold Cycle 719 Event. Abra, Navyri, Anos, Praetorum, Victor, Amaris, Alex.

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Re: 1. Find Your Way [Event Chapter 1]

Sun Nov 10, 2019 3:16 am


Date: ??? of Vhalar, Arc 719
Status: Ready to throw the fuck down

Weapons: Bread
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Praetorum's indignant anger at the greedy Wyvarnth turned into bafflement as the smaller ithecal started shoving the bread down his shirt. Was he... hiding it for later? To eat in his cell? "What are..." He trailed off as he saw the wyvarnth would not be dissuaded, and turned away, resolving next time to get there first and distribute the food fairly himself. 


Ferret's outburst continued, and Prae grimaced, seeing the guards grow more and more agitated. He had just started to tense, preparing to get out of the way if the guards started to descend on them with drawn swords, when something odd happened; Sneabru, the wyvarnth still hoarding and not eating any of his damn bread, calmed the biqaj's outburst with a few short words. 


Prae blinked owlishly at the suddenly calm biqaj, baffled. If his spark had been active, Suspicion might have wondered if the whole thing was an act, to trick one of the other prisoners into getting into trouble. But with the influence of his paranoid spark muted, Prae simply wondered if the two were friends. He'd thought that all the prisoners had been taken recently, but maybe these two had been in here longer. Or perhaps they'd just known each other before their incarceration. 


Then, there was movement from the doors as even more guards entered, and Prae watched in silence as the brazier was removed and a fifth entrance to the room revealed itself. 


All this ceremony was far too theatrical for Prae's tastes, especially considering the imprisoned audience, and he eyed the spears the four new guards held. Tempting... But futile, ultimately. His chances of being able to disarm one of them without getting skewered was nearly nothing. 


The ithecal that emerged next was, to Prae's mind, most likely a becomer; Prae's shoulder ached at the memory of what one with a scorpion tail could do. Her robes were fine, and she wore a sword at her hip, but Prae vaguely suspected it was just for show. A becomer rarely needed weapons, in his experience.

The second figure was far stranger, two eyes sown shut and a third open in the centre of her forehead. The line of stitches that wrapped around her entire head was strangely even and symetrical, Prae thought, and he wondered... 


The last figure was utterly normal in comparison, with no visible mutations or weapon. For a moment, Prae almost wondered if she might not be a mage at all.


Until she spoke, and Prae felt a warm, easy tendril of affection and comfort curl through his mind. For a moment, he almost wanted to give in to it, to feel the relaxed tranquility he could feel nudging at his mind. 


No. Prae had been changed enough by his own sparks; he'd be damned if he let someone else's affect him as well. He bared his teeth in anger as he saw the faces around him melt into contentment. What was this? He'd been told that there was magic that could affect the mind, but he'd never experienced it before, never known how... invasive it felt. "This is wrong." He hissed urgently, trying not to alert the guards. "We're prisoners, damn it, and she's our captor."

Before he could say much more, Ferret stood again to shout, and all hell broke loose in the hall. Prae's eyes widened in shock as the Biqaj leaped up onto the table, ankle cuffs falling off of him as he did so. Then Sneabru tossed him a loaf of bread (what? why?) and the biqaj set off down the table. Out of the corner of his eye, Prae saw a guard start after the other prisoner, and made a split second decision. 


With the chains around his wrists, he could only extend his hands down to the table, but that was enough for Prae to push himself to his feet, noting as he did so that his feet were unrestrained. As the guard started to pass behind Prae, the ithecal's tail, previously wrapped tight around his waist, uncoiled to its full eight foot length, and swept at the guard's feet, tripping the man up before he could catch Ferret. If the man avoided falling, Prae would slam his elbow into the guard's helm; if not, Prae would just plant a foot on the guard's chestplate, using his weight to keep the man down.

If the man dropped his weapon, Prae would take this opportunity to snatch it up with his tail. 


The wyvarnth leaped up as well, and revealed exactly what it was he had hoarded all that bread for. Prae winced a little as the hard bread crashed against the metal helm, knowing from experience just how painful it was to have your helmet ring around your ears. All the same, Prae stepped away from the table and his (hopefully) fallen foe, and towards the fighting pair to help Sneabru. 


It turned out, he needn't have bothered. The fight was over within moments, with the prisoner the victor. Out of the corner of his eye, Prae saw Ferret fly across the room, thrown by whatever magic the Paltharnum was using. As he was distracted by that, something bounce off of his forehead, and he clumsily grabbed at it, cursing the chains that limited his movement. 


Half a loaf of bread. Rather hard, sturdy bread, as Sneabru had demonstrated. 


"Hey, big guy!" Prae started as someone called his name from below, and looked down to see a biqaj he didn't recognize. They offered to help Prae remove his collar, which he very much wanted, but still, he hesitated, glancing around the room. 


The room was in complete chaos; Guards and prisoners were fighting all through the room, and it was very clear which side had the upper hand. He wanted... what he wanted to do was rally the prisoners, and take this room as an encampment while they figured out what was going on. But already Prae could see that wasn't going to work. Unarmed and without magic, there was no way that they could overpower the armed guards, especially not the four in the center.

Fates. 


Reluctantly, he turned back to the biqaj, and nodded. When they started to sprint towards one of the exits, Prae followed, narrowing his eyes at the guards that stood between them and the door. If they didn't get out of the way... Prae was angry. And more than ready to fight.

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Did you say anything about how you feel after Overseer Grimnir spoke?: Yes, trying not to get overheard by the guards

Did you get involved with the guard who was after Ferret? Yes, tripped him up and stole his weapon if he dropped it

Do you go with the Unnamed Biqaj Person? Yes, Prae is following them directly at the pair of guards.
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As the guard started to pass behind Prae, the ithecal's tail, previously wrapped tight around his waist, uncoiled to its full eight foot length, and swept at the guard's feet, tripping the man up before he could catch Ferret.
85 Tactics (Expert): The guard trips.

If not, Prae would just plant a foot on the guard's chestplate, using his weight to keep the man down.
35 Strength (Comp): The guard starts to press up against Prae, but not enough to get free.

If the man dropped his weapon, Prae would take this opportunity to snatch it up with his tail.
1d3 Dice Roll: Result: The man’s grip weakens but he doesn’t drop it.
word count: 1315
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Head

  • A fiery rune shines under his right eye
  • A firey glow in the back of his mouth

Arms

  • A ring of blue runes floats over each of Prae's wrists
  • A silver shield marks the back of his right hand

Misc

  • His tail is about eight feet long, usually knotted around his waist
  • His body temperature is uncomfortably high

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  • Wind gusts with every step he takes
  • The area around him is slightly more static-y than normal
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Re: 1. Find Your Way [Event Chapter 1]

Sun Nov 10, 2019 7:14 pm

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Abra didn’t know what stung more, his unsuccessful pick up line or not even recognizing Navyri. He remembered very little from that night in the tavern. Abra was happy to have his prayer to focus on because it let him ignore the former skadiri ithecal. Thankfully the ithecals argued with each other which let Abra look around the room once more. He had not picked up on this before but now he noticed that nearly everyone in this room had a glow about them. His eyes that glowed with a black light let him see the magic around him. Every prisoner in here had a magical aura except for the woman sitting across from Navyri. Naturally, he became suspicious of Amaris.

When Victor replied to his comment, the motivations behind the abductors were made more clear. Abra called out to Victor, “I was abducted too. My eyes let me see the magic around us. I see it in all of us prisoners, all except her.” He pointed to Amaris. “They must be hoarding all the magical people they can get their hands on. I wonder, if they’re planning on using us for a large spell or something more sinister.” He avoided talking to anyone else and getting caught up in the escalating violence. He couldn’t understand why everyone couldn’t just sit tight and discuss a solution instead of getting worked up over nothing. The escape plan that was already in motion was going way over his head.

There wasn’t much more time to talk before more soldiers filtered into the room. Most notable were the apparent leaders of the bunch. An ithecal, a woman with sewn eyes, and the shorter woman who looked pale in comparison to the former ones. They spoke comforting words that even drew cheers from the crowd. Of all the citizens of Melrath, Abra would have expected mages to recognize when they were being manipulated. “What a disgrace,” he said under his breath with a heavy tone of disappointment.

It was difficult, at this point, not to pick a side. Up till now Abra had sympathized with the guards to some degree. In the end they were just soldiers. He would have followed his orders just as they did if it brought him a paycheck... so he easily stayed neutral in the small quarrels. However the manipulation by the spellweavers wiped away all the neutrality that Abra tried to establish. Though the others might not have realized it, they had been attacked. Above all, they had been attacked with magic which was highly illegal unless sanctioned by the Ragnari which he was sure was not the case at this point.

Praetorum was the first to voice his concerns. Abra was relieved that he had someone else at his table who had supposedly resisted the magic as well. He couldn’t help but feel a newfound respect for the ithecal which made him the only one that Abra felt he could rely on. He said, directly to Praetorum before Ferret’s outburst, that “Those three, Grimnir, Angud, Melrathius, they’re all mages. Powerful mages. They’re clearly manipulating the crowd with magic, probably some form of Attunement and or Empathy.” He would have went on but they were short on time.

All hell broke loose. The cheers turned to shouts of anger in the crowd as Ferret pointed out that they were being manipulated. It was hard to keep track of everything that was happening from Abra’s point of view. People fought and others looked like they were trying to escape. Escape didn’t sound like a bad idea right now. He doubted the prisoners could have won against the guards before twenty more and three powerful mages entered. The option to stay and fight seemed utterly pointless.

A tiny part of Abra wished he could be on the side of the spellweavers. He would have happily helped stifle the riot and crippled those who tried to escape if it meant he would get a payday out of it. He could have even helped run this prison operation if they so desired his business sense. They ruined those chances though, so he turned to face the female Biqaj who scooted over to him. “For a chance to stare into your eyes even a moment longer, I’ll go anywhere with you,” Abra said with a smile.



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Q3: No, since Prae posted first
Q4: Left with the female biqaj
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Re: 1. Find Your Way [Event Chapter 1]

Mon Nov 11, 2019 9:24 am

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The more time passed, the more convinced Victor was that he’d ended up in some sort of magical freak show. His fellow prisoners were rude, uneducated, mentally challenged and, judging by what the hooded man said, diseased on top of it. The only exception might be Navyri, the Avriel he’d kissed in Soren Kvistson’s tavern, but one halfway reasonable woman hardly made a difference. He decided not to partake in any of the arguments, but continued to quietly eat his food, hoping that he wouldn’t catch whatever Alex was suffering from.

He didn’t need a disease on top of everything else!

As the guard told him to lower his hands, the Transmuter nodded curtly before he followed his orders. Unlike Ferret and the rest, he knew when to give in. It was just then that he felt something brush against his leg though. He lowered his gaze momentarily – and noticed that something or someone was moving between the legs of the people that sat there. A prisoner that was trying to escape – or just an oversized rat? He was sure that some of the things he had heard in his dark little cell had been rats.

Before long, more guards arrived, and Victor stopped eating his soup in order to watch them with a certain amount of unease. As the platform appeared, he raised an eyebrow questioningly and eyed the people that entered the room warily. Whoever they were, their arrival wasn’t a good sign. No, he amended, as Overseer Grimnir spoke, it was better than good. She’d protect him. She’d keep him safe. Why had he ever been afraid of her?

She would help him return home. She’d likely already notified his brother because she’d realized she’d made a mistake. By the following morning, he would be on his way back to Lysoria, he was sure of it. He just needed to survive this hellhole for a few more breaks.

There was more screaming, more chaos – and then he suddenly realized that his ankle shackles were gone. For a moment, he was too surprised to do anything, besides he couldn’t help but wonder about what he had just heard. Mind control? Did they have mages here? Why on Idalos were mages imprisoning mages? That didn’t make any sense! He was more convinced than ever that those people had made a mistake when they’d imprisoned him with whatever criminals and lowlives were in Niflheim. Of course, they needed to be manipulated and kept in check, but he should be on the other side of that conflict! He was a lord of Lysoria!

His home was famous for its magic!

While the other prisoners attacked the guards, only to be cut down (apparently, they hadn't realized that they didn't stand a chance), the Transmuter stayed exactly where he was. Staying neutral was the best course of action, as far as he was concerned. When Sneabru grabbed his forearm, he shook his head firmly and tried to pull away. He wasn’t sure where the Ithecal wanted to take him, but if this was a prison riot, he didn’t want to have any part of it. Prison riots were rarely successful.

“I don’t care if he lies”, he informed Sneabru in no uncertain terms. “I don’t want to end up like them.” He pointed at where some of the prisoners had been killed by the guards. He pulled again, with much more force this time so that the creature would let go of him. “Take someone else with you if you want. I want to live a little longer. I’ll go with him.” He nodded at the guard before he asked, “Have you already heard from Lysoria? We should leave quickly”, he added, the urgency in his voice unmistakeable.

Perhaps, he thought, he might be able to work something out with these people after all. They surely didn’t want to risk a war with Lysoria. Perhaps, he might even be able to convince them that he didn’t pose a threat and was more or less on their side, that he was one of them, that it would be good to ally themselves with Lysoria instead of imprisoning the brother of its lord.

He'd do anything not to return to his cell.

Before he could talk to them in more detail, he needed to get as far away as possible from the other prisoners though – and fast. Judging by the looks of it, even more blood would be spilt soon …
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  • Q1. For Navyri, Victor, Anos, Amaris: Did you say anything about what you noticed under the table? N
  • Q2. Everyone: Did you say anything about how you feel after Overseer Grimnir spoke? N
  • Q4. Do you go with Sneabru or the guard?
    > Left with Tinman the Unknown Guard
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Re: 1. Find Your Way [Event Chapter 1]

Mon Nov 11, 2019 11:30 pm

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Anos greeted the Ithecal to his right and smiled at his small joke. As the man mentioned it, Anos noticed that he was, in fact, unable to use any of his magical abilities. Frowning, he concentrated but was unable to tear even the smallest portal open on the tabletop. Suddenly worried, he glanced at Praetorium and tried to access his abilities, attempting to judge the man.

But nothing.

Fear trickled in. He didn't think anyone knew about his other abilities except Celian, and that man would never betray Anos. How had they known to block those too? Or perhaps, he thought with a glance to the shackles, they simply blocked everything- divine or spark. He shared a bit of the Ithecal's frustration at the unknown, but he breathed in and out in an attempt to calm himself. He couldn't assess this situation, like Celian always told him to, if he was angry or upset. It took nearly a bit, but he felt the tension bleed from his shoulders. Of course, that had all disappeared as the other snake-man had stolen their bread.

Anos' anger and indignant attitude didn't go away as the ithecal began to shove the bread down his shirt. It was hardly a surprise that the creature meant to eat it later- if he had the option of saving some of the stew and bread for his likely indefinite stay here, he would've in a heartbeat.

But he never would've stolen from others to do so.

However as he glanced around the table, only Praetorium seemed interested in doing anything. The two to his left, between him and the thief, were entirely uninterested, and his restraints forced him to let the matter drop. He glared at the thief as he sat, determined to get justice one way or another, though some part of him wondered what 'Sneabru' meant by his remark.

The arguing seemed poised to bleed into a battle. Anos, his senses on high alert and his unused muscles tensing, felt a slight brush against his legs beneath the table. Frowning, he glanced under the table and caught sight of a shadow moving where it ought not. But before he could examine it further, Ferret shouted and drew his attention back. Several other guards were paying attention now, Anos noticed, and it seemed ready to turn into a blood bath, with him and the rest of the chained prisoners more on the 'blood' side than doing the bathing.

Blades were drawn and Anos readied himself, but then the thief, Sneabru, calmed the odd man with a word. Abruptly the anger seemed to vanish from the man and he san meekly. Anos narrowed his eyes at him. Had it all been a ruse? To what end?

He glanced beneath the table, subtly, but was unable to see whatever moving shadow had been there before. Perhaps it had simply been someone's legs reaching across the table, though he suddenly realized no one was across from him. He was on the brink of asking Praetorium if he had noticed the shadows when a ceremony began and took his attention. It had the appearance of ritual, long engraved in the minds of those conducting it, though he found himself following along with interest despite his indifference to the event itself. Perhaps the trials alone in a cell had made even the mundane exciting, and the prospect of returning to those cells sat in his stomach like a lead rock.

Overseer Grimnir seemed wonderful, Anos thought, the rock disappearing from his stomach as she spoke. Of course he should go back to his cell, that was what was right. He had been fed, had he not? What more could he ask for?

A smile crossed his face, and he purposely relaxed his shoulders, only now realizing he had been sitting with them curled protectively up around his ears. Warmth seemed to spread through him, only to have Praetorium and Abra's words shatter it. More mages? The realization destroyed whatever control the woman had exerted over Anos and he felt his anger flare up, stoked red hot now. That woman had thought to control his mind? Make him happy with these rags of clothes and his cells, held docilely like a sheep till slaughter time? Screw that.

He was sure now - whatever he had done to deserve being down here, it wasn't breaking any laws. It was for being him, a mage and a mortalborn. For who he was, he had been imprisoned. This was no better than the control the worst of the Immortals tried to exert over people. No, he wasn't going to play calm and law-following any more.

The guard chased Ferret down the table, and Praetorium sprung into action before Anos had even shaken off the effects of the charm. The Ithecal moved impossibly fast, and though Anos was facing the other way, he somehow sensed the movement of the snake-man. Did he still have some of his abilities then? That thought was chased out of his mind, however, as he realized the man was free.. Had he shattered his manacles?

No, Anos realized as he stood and leapt from the table after the downed guard. The shackles around their feet had all been loosened- by the shadow perhaps? Regardless, there was no time to think about that now. A quick glance told him all he needed to know. The fight was breaking out everywhere, violent and fast. He had no time to do anything about Sneabru, as he had wanted, and truth be told he felt little desire to hurt the snake-man now. He had used the bread to help them all, as promised, and it was definitely being used better now than if it had been filling their bellies.

The guard's grip on the weapon was loose, and the spear looked like it could be a decent staff, once the bladed head had been removed. Not wasting a beat, Anos launched himself down and wrapped his legs around the prone guard's arm, leaning back and attempting to snap it at the elbow. If the guard released the weapon, Anos would snatch it up and strike the downed man in the head until he stopped moving.

The loaf of bread smacked him in the head and he grunted in surprise, a tinge of amused irritation when he realized what it was. The damn snake had followed through on his promise after all. He nodded towards Sneabru and looked back towards the table, the slap of skin on scale drawing his attention. He raised his eyebrows at the odd biqaj, but nodded at their invitation. It would feel good to be free again, and evidently Prae agreed. He followed after the pair, doing his best to draw close. If he had the staff, he would charge forward in front of the biqaj at least and strike at the guard on the left, wanting to disarm the man if possible and clear a path for the three of them.

Screams from behind were growing louder as prisoners died by the dozens. Anos knew it was time to flee this room and whatever hell he had fallen into.
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  • Q1. For Navyri, Victor, Anos, Amaris: Did you say anything about what you noticed under the table? N
  • Q2. Everyone: Did you say anything about how you feel after Overseer Grimnir spoke? N
  • Q3. For Praetorum, Anos, Navyri, and Abra: Did you get involved with the guard who was after Ferret? Y
  • Q4. Praetorum and Anos: Do you go with the Unnamed Biqaj Person?
    > Yes (if so, you have two guards with swords and heavy armor blocking the way).
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The guard's grip on the weapon was loose, and the spear looked like it could be a decent staff, once the bladed head had been removed.
As answered prior to this post to Praetorum in Discord, this guard does not have a spear. He has a short sword.

Not wasting a beat, Anos launched himself down and wrapped his legs around the prone guard's arm, leaning back and attempting to snap it at the elbow.
30 Unarmed Combat (Grappling) (Competent): The guard's arm breaks at the elbow.

If the guard released the weapon, Anos would snatch it up and strike the downed man in the head until he stopped moving.
The guard releases the weapon. It is a short sword.
Anos is able to strike him in the head:
- If a strike, it bludgeons the helmed guard unconscious.
- If a stab, it goes in the opening of the helm and kills the guard.
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Re: 1. Find Your Way [Event Chapter 1]

Fri Nov 15, 2019 4:28 pm

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The guard's arm gave with a grisly snap, ligaments giving way and shattered bone poking out against the fabic covering his arm.

Though he had been knocked breathless by Prae's attack, he found the breath to scream now. It joined the rising screams coming from all over, but Anos had what he wanted.

He released the useless limb, striking the man sharply on his helm with the butt of his sword. The screaming fell silent, but Anos was paying it no mind.

He stared at the blade in his hand, the glittering edge sharp and dangerous. He turned it from side to side, the light catching the side and sending flashed across the floor.

How long had it been since he had held a blade? Two arcs? Three? A quick glance told him what he was up against. Going up against them without a blade would be madness- suicide in fact.

But he had sworn an oath.

With a shake of his head, Anos tossed the blade on the table top, saying"Someone else can use that."

He stuck close to Prae and the Biqaj as they rushed the remaining guards by the door. His conscience was clear- he would not use a blade today, not even to save his own life. What good were oaths which were easy to follow on good trials? It was now, the time that mattered, when a man's mettle would be tested. When his life would be measured.

With a roar, he charged forward, leaping at the nearest guard.
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Re: 1. Find Your Way [Event Chapter 1]

Mon Nov 18, 2019 11:44 am


Alex could see the curious man beside him try and take a peak under the hood, though it was interrupted by his outbursts. The exchange of him and the guard put a sour feeling into Alex's gut, he did not want to be dragged into a brawl. He was no fighter, and only got out of duels in Yaralon by his ability alone. Though he did not have his abilities, he could not tell that fact. So even as the argument seemed to become more heated, he pulled his glove slightly, reveling black and white patched skin underneath to those who looked.

The yelling between them stopped as soon as it started. Mutation? It was the first time Alex was around people open about side effects of sparks. Was that the reason for the markings on Ferrets face? It was a curious thought, though the young Alex soon released those questions. His hand slowly released his glove, as there were several guards gathering into the room. His hooded head moved to get a view of what was going on, as three people entered with a slight ceremony of sorts. The woman's words seemed to put Alex at ease, causing him to forget his questions about his situation for a time.

Ferret began a new outburst after the speech, which caught Alex by surprise. His hands moved into each other, under instinct by the sudden jolt from his calm feeling. His mind was getting confused now, as the two people's words countered each other. Then the riot started. Guards were fighting back the prisoners, cutting down the ones that approached. Skirmishes happened all around him. Due to Grimnir's influence Alex's mind was in a great state of confusion.

His head was spinning...

Ferret spoke to the Alex, though it was the start of his choice. Stay in the chaos, which slowly he came to become accustom to. Or go with the one who started the chaos in hopes for more. His father's influence was strong in his blood, and the riot was giving him a euphoric high from the chaotic madness. His hands began to twitch as he wanted more, he could feel his face give an invisible smile. "Ya knows ya should le..." Alex paused a moment in realizations of his speech. It was his voice. The realization of something truly wrong came over him. Ferret began to hurry out, calling over his shoulder. Alex would follow suit, in a confused haze as the riot continued. Keeping a grip on the hood on his head, unsure now what actually was under the cloth.
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