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As fun as it sounds to stick around plotting your own demise, a familiar arcane tug at your extremities tells you that your brief stint in Cultery is coming to a close… slipping free of the meeting’s bonds, a dull throb in your skull greets you as you return to meatspace!
“Well?!”
One-Hand’s muffled voice nearly earns him a fireball to the face… which might not be a terrible idea, actually! Rising to your unsteady legs amidst the sea of humming, chanting ritual workers, you feel your joints freeze up as an uncanny feeling of being, and, well, <span class="mu-i">not</span> being worms its way into your head!
“What did they say!?” One-Hand repeats, their muffling mask doing little to hide their excitement! “Are we still to descend upon Umberal? A-any word on the interloper!?”
A few non-ritualing eyes turn to glance your way too as momets flicer in an out of yr pecetion….
‘re leavg! WT D!?
>Make an excuse and run somewhere secluded!
>Give them the truth!
>Give them some bullshit lies!
>Caves and Blastcaps–bad combination!
>BIISII’S BAG!
><span class="mu-r">Anyone else hungry?</span>
>Stay silent! They’ll think you disappeared!
>Ventriloquism: pin the interlopery on someone!
>QUICK! Ask One-Hand something!!!
>Write-In!
