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The events of Dua, Medis 10, 1st AC 2580


Many Asylum members crowded around the tiny dining table in the Guild Hall. There was no hearty laughter, no innuendoes and no smiles. Today was different. Tonight would change everything. Not a single Tryker fought for elbow space. Not a single flirtatious comment escaped Seralee's lips. Silence hung in the air. The colour had visibly drained from each guild member’s faces.

Drezar looked at Buc Shotz with a grim face, “Are you sure about this”, he spoke quietly. Buc glanced away, unsure.

Virg saw uncertainty in the Asylum member’s faces, slammed his fist into the table and stood up berating the uneasy homins “We all agreed what is coming! We have to be ready and we have to be stronger!” Silence followed.

Indeed they had discussed this over and over again. There was that strange ship that had crashed, it had looked Karavan, but they thought otherwise. What else was out there? Hiaoi had some pretty haunting views to the answer of that question. Aside from above them, it was also what was underneath them that was an troubling issue. How long until the next Kitin invasion? The kirosta patrols had returned once again, clearly their numbers were increasing. The ranger’s attempts to close off their tunnels would surely gain extra time but it was not a solution. A fight was coming. From which direction didn’t matter. They had to be stronger. They had of course pursued other options. They had set out on a quest to find Glaz, the great potion maker. He had vanished many years ago, along with the ability to make such potions. They had trained hard in all viable aspects and heard of Naema’s pursuits with goo weapons. That was when Buc’s had got the idea. If goo could strengthen items… then perhaps… One thing was certain; this night would give them the strength to do what needed doing. They had been promised.

Each member looked around the table, fear written in their eyes, but underneath was the cold steely determination that came from years of battle. A musical voice, slightly cracked, chimed out from the shadows of the Guild Hall “I bet goo tastes just like Yber!” Drezar raised an eyebrow and calmly dismissed Xtarsia. After all she had lost her mind years ago. Some High Officers had discussed the possibility of leaving Xtarsia out of this, goo and crazy did not seem a good combination, however Zurath, her brother, had insisted. After all, the entire guild had at least a few screws loose, what were a few screws more?

Virg put his Klam gloves on and gingerly reached into his bag, retrieving the items that had been stowed away in his apartment for years. An eerie purple glow filled the room, reflecting off the Zorai masks. His fingers tingled as he put the goo items into a bowl. He remembered how he had ended up with the pure goo residues, falling through blackness from the Kitin Lair into Darkmoor. The goo steaks were easy enough to retrieve. Pei Ruiz had been kind enough to send flocks of igaras and torbaks at them over the years.

Four choices had been set out to the guild members although they all knew the fourth, not participating, no one present would take. Raw steak, in a sushi roll or a drink were the remaining options. Cooking the steak could reduce the potency and since strangely all of Atys had lost the skill to build a campfire, most ate their meat raw anyway.

Silence echoed through the halls as the plates and cups were distributed. All eyes were on Drezar. “For what we are about to receive may Elias make us truly thankful”. That was the last memory any of them would have of that night. A dark purple haze followed.

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