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Armana - one of the many tiny villages scattered around Finweald. Ever since the magia went berserk at Szofrit's command, this place has been completely abandoned. With the lullaby of subjugation echoing through the land, magia starcalled who occupied this place have lost the control of their bodies, leaving with a violent outburst to join the mechanical army defending the red egg, nearing its completion. With the destruction that they caused, all others have fled, and none dared to return, especially with so many leaving the nation altogether after the fighting had died down. All that was left now were empty wooden houses, some half-destroyed, others slowly showing signs of nature taking over, now that the regular presence of landers and starcalled alike were nowhere to be found.
That was until now. Three distinct voices could now be heard among the rotting wood, moving about as they seemingly searched for something. Then, perhaps, it was also their presence that explained that the place seemed even more desolate and destroyed than before, with signs of a struggle all around them. Arrows sticking from loose pillars and walls, gashes opening up the mud-covered stone road, scorch marks everywhere. The three, however, were most certainly not fighting. Not among themselves.

"Stay sharp. She's here somewhere, finally driven into a corner... as soon as we find her, this ends."

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"D-do we really have to keep fighting? It doesn't look like she wants to hurt us, maybe we could just leave her alone..?"

"I'll pretend I didn't hear that."
They looked like your typical adventuring party. A leadership figure, a beastfolk with horns, perhaps a bull. A titan of a man with a menacing mask covering his face and a claymore in his hands, remaining quiet as he looked around. And finally, a much shorter beastfolk girl with a bow tightly grasped in her hand, though she was visibly shaking as well. Even if they were on the same side, it felt as if there was some tension in the air, perhaps a disagreement of sorts. And, whoever they were looking for was nowhere to be seen for now.
@Kyanna Wynne




