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Nysea's scouts have discovered a corpse on the outskirts of the growing loyalist village.
A recognizable white cloak, now stained red with blood, wrapped around the body of Eden, the village's Dean of Medicine - propped against a scattering of rocks. Their glasses still rest on their face, albeit shattered.
The cause is obvious at a glance - even if one didn't possess the deceased's skill for examination.
Extreme blunt trauma, leading to fatal organ failure.
The surrounding forest area contains signs of a considerable struggle, it's clear that a battle had ensued, although whatever magic their killer had used didn't leave much in the way of useful, physical evidence.
Behind the shattered glasses, their face is still contorted with fear and desperation, blood and tears mixing together.
Tick, tock.
break heads.
i miss mouse so much
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