A Quest about spirits, sorcery, and salt. We only ever lead a single life.

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The buzz of cicadas fills the air, drowning out your thoughts as you cut your way through a tangled net of brambles. With a sigh, you set down…

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[Select one.]

>...your trusty machete, a gift from your recently-deceased grandfather. As his last surviving heir, you've come all the way out to the countryside to take stock of the estate and put your inheritance in order. (Old Blood)

>...the bluesteel blade your teacher gave you, blessed to keep an edge and carve through most lesser spectres. As far as first missions go, checking in on complaints from some village in the boonies is about as lame as it gets. (Suits and Ties)

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