Almost Dead (Miro)

[Thomas Cosa]

"No animator works outside the caverns," Thomas replied defensively, his voice rising over the rumbling echoes of Lab 15. "Each and every apprentice is sent here, to work under the two masters, Kromby and Filch," he pointed towards a pair of Nuit, hovering over a mountain of collected gadgets and tools, "And if you're talented enough," he paused, eyes scanning the enormous cavern, "They space off an area for your projects, and the masters lot you off slaves and apprentices," he paused, pointing to a starved figure, yelling incoherently at two figures carrying what seemed to be a boat with legs, "That's Cid. Talented gadgeteer, from Zeltiva I think. I work under him, at least for now," he nodded, turning back towards Miro.

"Leave?" Thomas asked, frowning. Lab 15 was probably the safest place for the young pulser in all of Sahova, and while that wasn't saying much, Thomas was still hesitant to leave.

"Still though," he thought, "He's right, it is loud and it's not like I want anyone else getting a free lesson - I'm the one who made the deal," he reasoned, thinking it over. The wizard hadn't given Thomas any reason to mistrust him, but simply by being a wizard made Thomas wary.

Sill though, would it hurt to listen to him?

"I suppose it is rather loud," Thomas agreed, "Where else were you thinking?"

[Miro]

Miro showed an embarrassed but thankful smile and began to head back up the stairs. The further away from the noise he got, the more pleasant he grew. Still, despite the show put on about the racket, he heard what the man had to say. He was self righteous and hadn't been challenged by magic yet. It was something the Reimancer could understand, and when sent at the task of Animation, that was an even bigger addition. Perhaps he saw something of himself in the man, much younger and perhaps a bit privileged, but enough in spirit. If this were true, there would be no way in which to judge his calibre before seeing him at work in his art. The proud wizard had never met a genius Animator in his life though, and he did not hold his breath. He was still an apprentice, perhaps not even worth a challenge, or perhaps one with the greatest potential in the world. Either way, his talents did not matter, not for this.

Anyone who is not initiated into the Flux does not know the discipline of the body well enough to gain unity with their Flux. Some may learn how to use the magic, but most will never learn how to meld with it. A master of the Flux knows the strength of both body and soul and how much strain he can put on them. When in harmony the true potential of the body is realized, and the wielder gains control over all of their body's strength. Of course, making use of such a thing takes understanding of both natural and enhanced potential of any one part or section of the vessel. This is where the many will destroy themselves and the few will come to understanding. A master knows just what each usage of the magic carries with it as a result. In combat, sometimes sacrifices need to be made. The Flux gives the wizard more options, and a greater range of risk. Balance is the key, both in mind and body, and of course, in the soul. Eventually all three together in unity. Knowing how to analyze each part of your body as a tool for whatever job your mind to be accomplished, and the consequences of doing so. Keeping one's mind on the edge of his limits, the job to be done, and the risks willing to be taken. Not as simple as it sounds.

In order to be ready for the lifestyle needed to gain harmony, discipline was they key. Understanding what each feeling means to your body, your limits, what lies beyond the limits. Then most importantly, how to survive the cross of that line. When the sweet whispers roll in, and you are not done casting. How the aches of the body fade when the Flux is rushing through the body. How each advantage fills the body with a tinge of power, an urge to become more aggressive, push hard and destroy. And after they are given into, how easily the sacrifices come. If you are not going to feel your hand break and the skin on your knuckles tear, all you see are the results. Getting lost deeper and deeper into the battle rage, until nothing is left of the vessel. That is the ultimate fear of the Flux wizard. A glorious act of destruction from the body, but the result is the destruction of their most precious weapon. One could always argue to never push, never find the limit and make adamant to never cross it. But if one is going to only dabble then Miro would have no intention of teaching. An interested candidate would need to also be capable, and both could be tested at once.

The wizard had gotten to know enough of the lab here to have interest to come back, but for now he was in the process of making distance. He called down to Thomas in an attempt to explain himself. "You willl have to forgive me for being so distressed. I am not proud to admit it, but the large establishment with so much clutter causes me to feel very anxious. The entire atmosphere reminds me of a pen of caged dogs howling to be free. Being confined to a lab causes me to feel restricted in terms of magic. I much prefer a quiet and open space. My favorite place in to give demonstrations and be myself is in the open air. But we do not need to wait until then to begin with the spoken part of my lesson. I can do so in the peace of the hallways. If you would prefer, we can find a secluded spot and I can make due with trying to just speak you through some basics in the hall. But if you were hoping to truly understand, I am going to need a bit of atmosphere and area. Though the Grounds can be dangerous, you will be safe with me. The Prairies are usually quite relaxing. The mudpot there I have heard is quite relaxing to the living."

Upon reaching the top of the stairs, Ender began to speak to his partner through their telepathic connection. Even if things did not add up all the way, there was a potential for the Irylid to join in on the wizard's plot. Still he had his mind set on using magic to take a life. An actual person who might be able to defend himself, or at least have some shadow of it. From what the Familiar had seen, few could do much against a Reimancer. "You are making an attempt at something, and I am ready to dedicate myself to helping you. I am observant, hidden, and quite powerful. When you need me, just tell me what can be done. Your orders will be followed absolutely and without question. Make use of me as you will. I will leave you to your business master." It was obvious Ender was working at something, but his attitude was just right. "Understood." And there was no doubt he was expecting Miro to reply to him either. So it would encourage the behavior. Hopefully enough to make up for the disappointment of being left uncalled for. Though, the promise of absolute obedience was something he hadn't the pleasure of in the past. It could prove entertaining, to say the least.

Miro waited at the top of the stairs for Thomas to arrive. He would begin teaching here in the hallways, once they moved a fair distance from the lab. Though he would try to proceed further down the hall and seek out more privacy. If his apprentice to be would not want to stray far from his home, then they would only need to go far enough to be out of hearing range. For now at least, things would remain calm. The introduction of the Flux, when issued by Miro, was quite the interesting subject. For all of his life it had been the source of discipline for him, when called upon at least. It was also his source of balance, and that some something else entirely. Being balanced to the wizard meant knowing when to be serious and when to enjoy one's self. Being all in on either side made quite the irritating person. The man who would accompany the undead would find himself soon being tested though. The quality of his being in terms of harnessing the Flux was of great importance. Lessons came in many forms, some much more valuable than others. To those who sought value, how rewarded they could become. Nothing ever was free however.

[Thomas Cosa]

"No, I understand," Thomas offered a force smile, following Miro away from the relative safety of Lab 15.

"The cavern impressed me, though, when I first saw it," he continued, turning back wistfully at the whirling noises of the lab, "The sheer size of the Lab, the noises, everything was so, so...," he paused, thinking of the word, "Wondeful," Thomas smiled, "I mean, it isn't the easiest place to sleep. Or eat," he joked, smirking, "but it's something I can call home, or something close enough anyway."

"Outside?" he asked, stopping immediately.

Outside of the caverns seemed dangerous enough to the apprentice, the dimly lit halls hiding Avalis knows what. Being a pulser, Thomas knew he was the lowest on the chain, and that only a word from a master could turn him into a slave -- at least until he started to show some major improvement down in Lab 15. At least, he was fairly certain he wouldn't be killed walking the halls.

Outside of the CItadel, however, that was a different story.

Rumors of escaped experiments, of monsters and demons were whispered inside the Citadel. Tales of giant sea monsters hunting the shallows of the island, of massive wolves and mutated creatures hunting beside the outside walls scared Thomas enough to always keep a guard, or three, when he had to carry shipments out to the docks.

Going out there alone, with a stranger, hardly seemed the best idea.

"Would you truly need to be...outside to teach?" He asked, fear stinking of his words. It was obvious he didn't want to leave the Citadel, but Thomas wasn't ashamed. Sahova had taught him how to survive, and leaving the citadel set of alarms in his head.

[Miro]

Thomas did not want to go outside. After all the priming, the conditioning, the reasoning, he did not want to hold up his end. He did not even want to get a real lesson, which was a pity. The Pulser just stopped with a start, like he was afraid. It almost answered one question right then and there. Under his cloak, the Reimancer began to cache liquid Res. The substance poured with the speed only a master could accomplish, yet remained out of sight. He of course halted his stride along with the man, subtly slinking back. "The lab is indeed impressive. And I can definitely understand feeling at home immersed in it all. Though it is not what I would call home." The wizard pointed his right arm at Thomas and willed his Res to shoot at him. He guided it to stick to the man and remain plastered. With something like this, he hoped that the man would not run, would not cry for help, would not oppose, but even if, the substance was quite quick to travel. Its movement was controlled by a powerful will, and its path would be unimpeded by most preventive measures.

In cases like this, resistance meant death. Thomas would be wise to allow the threatening substance to land on his chest and wrap about his throat. If the Animator would have startled, would have run, caught wind and started to panic, things would turn out bad. Any emitted Res would be transmuted to lightning on him, and more would be streamed to ensure the job was done. Well done. "Do not scream, do not run, or else your life is gone. And the answer is yes. Yes, we do have to go to the Testing Grounds." Miro reached into his cloak and pulled the Mask of Many out and placed it on his face. If at any point things would turn bad, the Reimancer's choice of transmutation would be lava. A vicious, yet effective choice. But how many would be fool enough to throw away their life with certain death wrapped around their neck? "If you are not familiar with Reimancy, it is quite deadly. Lava, Lightning, all of it will kill you."

Ender was delighted at this, hoping to get his own chance. The Irylid too began to emit Res. A white ring formed around the wizard's arm and hovered there, following the movements of the hand. He watched the target carefully and continued to expel more of the substance. The ring grew to eclipse most of the wizard's forearm and grow thicker. At least enough for him to create a fatal ice spear. "So it comes to this. I did not think you would do much of anything, let alone this. This is, it's that, well, I wish I had seen it coming. And I do now wish I had been gifted with the element of lightning. Whatever you do next, I am sure it will be just as exciting. Do not disappoint. I am ever so eager to see."

[Thomas Cosa]

Thomas flinched, the translucent liquid hitting him squarely on the chest, it's ethereal body coiling around his shoulders and neck. Too shocked to move, let alone shout out for help, Thomas could only listen helplessly to the crazed mage as the res constricted around his upper body, hardening around his neck and shoulders.

"Wha...why? Why do...testing grounds?" Thomas managed, his mind still trying to comprehend the attack, the sudden change in Miro's behavior. "I don't...why...," he voice dropped mid sentence, his confusion momentarily overwhelming anything else. Hadn't everything been fine? They had made a simple agreement -- a small lesson in flux, for one in animation. Miro had seemed so...needy. The spidery mage had practically begged Thomas for a lesson, and had essentially accommodated to his every whim.

"What happened?" he asked, more to himself than to his would-be killer.

[Miro]

"Shh, don't be alarmed." Miro was slightly remorseful of the forceful approach, yet knew it had to be done. "I am not going to kill you, ya know, since you are being agreeable again. I am just giving you what you asked for. You simply don't know it yet." He drew in a breath just for the sake of heaving a sigh. It was not as if he wanted it to be this way, but the risk of it turning out a way he did not approve of nagged at his nerves. "I will give you your lesson, but it can not be in such a constricting environment. The Testing Grounds, it's safe, at least as long as I am with you it is. I like the place, it is peaceful." But there was more to it than that. There was a lot Thomas did not know, and was far too naive to realize.

Perhaps the initial awe had wore off and what the Reimancer was left with was a man. A man with the same flaws as others, and one who thought so highly of himself. This man, still just an apprentice among a thousand others. An Animator, yes, but a heroic figure, not quite. He was not some fairy tale character out of a story, just a man. It was unfair for the Chained One to expect so much, but he never did see anything about his actions as unfair. If he did, even the slightest bit of conscience would withhold use of Reimancy on another sentient being. "You just don't get it, do you? I don't care about your story, your feelings, your life. All I care is that you entertain me, and that you can be of use to me. I lost faith in that, so you lost your false sense of security. I can only see you useful for two things, if you can't entertain me. Either you are useful to bring me power, or meant to be dominated. I have given up on the former. Welcome to the latter!"

Miro walked behind Thomas and made an attempt to shove him forward. "Walk!" He pulled his Res to slide under the man's clothes and out of sight. And as he would guide them forth, out, into the open, the urge to explain himself was just too compelling. "I really had faith you were someone special. In such a mood that I was open for anything. I Hypnotized you so well, but then you started to act against it. I had believed that you were going to teach me something, but then I find you are just an apprentice. One of many, one who must follow, and I am not looking to lead. However, I am a man of my word, and you will get your lesson. That at least I do care about." And he would liked to have left it at that. But such temptations could only be resisted for so long. At least Ender was eager to find some explanation of his master's actions.

"Is this really it? This is where you were going? Sick of waiting around for him to listen to you, so you force his hand. I thought you enjoyed the game, to play with people. I also thought you enjoyed murder. Cold, sweet, bloody murder. It seems that this is the end of both. And you are still going to hold up your offer. I can see a few good endings to the story, but none are likely that will truly please me. I spent Djed on Res, and unlike you, I am not going to waste it." The Irylid condensed his white Res around the wizard's right arm. He made a point to keep it in plain sight. "Make sure you keep your eye on everything at once. Really, it is not so hard, I do it all the time." Though it was easy to find a few distractions from his psychosis. Threats of Ender's magic were only mildly concerning though, and sparked nothing but paranoia.

It would not be long now before the wizard's found themselves outside nearing the Prairie. Miro's favorite spot was near the first mudpool, a calm relaxing area. Nice and clear for a while around, yet if one were to go too far in any direction, the scenery would change. Anything from the unnamed forests to the other parts of the Grounds, and it was the closest area to the labs that the others enjoyed so much. Those hoping to come to or from there grounds would almost inevitably walk past. Again, the creeping urges to rant, how they itched at his throat. "Isn't it nice to be outside? Isn't it just perfect for clearing your mind, feeling the world around you, and moving around? Out here, this is where we need to be. This is the perfect place for the Flux. When we reach the first mudpool, I will actually give you a good lesson. And Let me tell you, there are some teachings, well, to die for."

The snide comment made him smirk. "Honestly though, I can show you what it's like to use the magic. I can put you there, mold your mind, fill your body with the sensation. I can fill you up with all of the tools needed to harness the magic, but I can not give you the mastery to keep you from destroying yourself. Though, that is my main concern. I like to think that I am responsible for giving wizard's enlightenment. Building them up to greatness, not destroying them. No, never would I, not with my expertise." Miro went through a few old rituals, cracking his neck, stretching his arms, and then heaved another big sigh. To finish the ritual, he punched closed fists together and focused hard on the pathways in his body as they flared up. "I can't quite give you discipline like I can impart my knowledge, but I can help you to build it. I can break your shoddy walls down and help you rebuild. Where shambled porcelain once was, hardened steel will replace."

[Thomas Cosa]

Thomas listened quietly, seething as the reality of the situation sinked in -- the pulser trying to keep his face as calm as possible, breathing timed, and slow.

Hypnotized. Manipulated. Plaything. The words echoed in his mind, shame biting his ego. Everything had been so simple, so safe; or at least relatively so, considering he was on Sahova. Still, Thomas had felt Miro had been eager, even desperate for his attentions, and his lesson. Had that been the hypnotism? Had everything been a cleverly crafted illusion, and Thomas had only too willingly feel into whatever this other wizard had in mind?

He knew not to trust other wizards, Sahova had only been more a reminder of that -- wizards couldn't be trusted, couldn't be believed.

And even more, Miro had convinced him to leave the safety of Lab 15. Lab 15 had been more of a refuge than anywhere else Thomas had found during his apprenticeship on the citadel. Perhaps even more so, now that he was master apprentice.

Stewing in his anger, Thomas followed diligently, never more than a few steps behing the reimancer. He noticed the swirling right res circling the wizard's wrist, seemingly independent of Miro. It whirled slowly, condesing into a ring around his thin wrist -- but it was of a different texture and color than the smooth res that stuck to his skin. Thomas wondered if res differed from element to element, and if it was possible to guess what the reimancer was planning to use against him; a correct guess might be an advantage, if the captive could figure out how to push the res off his body.

Arriving outside, Thomas became visibily unnerved, perhaps even more than when Miro had attacked him -- after all that had been a suprise, and Thomas had felt at least some sense of security. Out on the testing grounds, Thomas felt lost, insecure, and paranoid; much more than he ever felt inside the Citadel. Tales of failed golems, and other experiments haunted the halls of Sahova, but outside, they became a much more real threat. Stories of long forgotten creatures, and deadly living weapons were well known amongst the wizards of Sahova -- many of them having a hand in their creature.

Thomas prayed to anyone who would listen that Miro would be the only monster he would encounter today.

Thomas listened to the wizard rant, the same egotistical tone that resonated with every other wizard on Mizahar -- and then, like a ton of bricks, Thomas realized something. Despite his obvious insanity, perhaps he had more in common with Miro than he would like to think -- and if he was lucky, and despite no ability in hypnotisim, he could somehow convince Miro to release him unharmed, or better yet, escort him to the Citadel.

"I wouldn't hope for it," Thomas replied, trying to fill every word with submission. He had no doubt in his mind that out here, Miro was clearly the much more capable wizard -- but Thomas' needed Miro to believe that he had no reason, or hope to retaliate. And unfortunately, the only way Thomas could see that happening was if he gave in to everything Miro said, "I doubt that in a hundred lifetimes I wouldn't be able to even glimpse the same power you control, but even a glimpse would be worth whatever the price," he smiled weakly, "And not that my opinion means much, but I am impressed you've decided to stay to you word," he paused, licking his lips, praying that the wizard bite the line he was offering, "And I would keep mine, if you allow it. I wasn't pretending my ability in animation. And I am no regular apprentice, wizard," he paused, swallowing, "I was promoted at the beginning of the season, to master apprentice. I oversee the hundreds of apprentices, you saw them and their projects as well as my own," he smiled stronger, trying to make himself as charming as he could manage, "It wouldn't have to be in the labs, but I could still teach you something, if you still wanted to learn," he offered, his heart pounding against his chest.

He was no personal mage; his spell casting required time and patience. Even the mere possibility of the chance of getting Miro and himself back into the Citadel thrilled him to the core -- sure, alone, Thomas was a goner.

But Miro hadn't seen the army of golems hidden away from the citadel, and Thomas doubted even the Master knew about it -- and Thomas alone had the key to their awakening.

Oh, how he longed to see if Miro would be so confident then.

[Miro]

Almost Dead

Finally Thomas was coming around, and it was wonderful. It was like a wall was broken down between them and they were finally communicating effectively. There was something that had changed, though what, one could not be sure. It did seem though that Miro had gotten what he wanted. The Pulser seemingly had realized just how powerful the Reimancer was and put stock in him. It must have been the promise that Miro would hold up his end of the deal that had done it. Yeah, the way Thomas spoke, that was it. Maybe he had put aside all of the harsh action to see there was no malice in the actions. Admittedly though, something had been forgotten, and it made the Chained One angry.

Of course he couldn't show that now, he still had a goal to see through. "I am glad you are able to hold some rank as a Pulser. And also that you are so familiar with being an apprentice. It will serve you well in the lesson I am to deliver. Though, I may have taken your end of the offer with a bit of haste. Sometimes the offer of power can cloud my eyes, and Animation truly is a weakness of mine. See, it has been some time since I practiced the form, and forgive me, but something slipped my mind." The undead took a nail and redirected a slight tinge of Djed to it before dragging it along his left arm. His face snarled and revealed horrific fangs as the skin peeled apart. And though there was a shallow tear in his arm, no blood leaked from the wound. "I don't have the means to practice most world magic anymore."

The Reimancer would have to feel foolish, but that wouldn't distract him. It was time Thomas got his lesson. If there would be no gain of power, there would be a display of domination. Miro walked towards the Animator and spread his Res across his body. "This is going to hurt." A miniscule amount of Res was transmuted to lightning evenly across the man's form. The shock the element delivered would be guided into his muscles and to linger before control was lost. The amount would only be enough to cause the muscles of the victim to contract, along with the pain that came with it. He redirected an amount of Djed to his arm and shoved the man to the ground. "A glimpse could be enough to turn a man blind. Lucky for you, I can eclipse my glory and save you." The Flux was redirected from his arms down to his right leg and drawn back. He sent a kick forth into the targets stomach and then staggered back.

"Trust me, it's the only way." Miro prepared and launched another kick. "Discipline is necessary for learning the Flux." He then directed his attention at the man’s legs, stomping at them. The redirections to his right leg slowly grew with intensity, as did the cries of his victim. ”Do not struggle, or else you’ll again feel the sting of my Reimancy.” He thrust his foot into the shoulder of the man sprawling him out on his back. The wizard placed his foot on Thomas’ chest and began to press down. ”Now hush, I don’t want to hear any whining anymore. Just repeat after me, and listen closely. I’ll release you if you say it correctly.” He pushed down as he talked, only lightening the load to allow speech. If at all the words were not what he wished to hear, or did not seem to be, he would press harder. The use of the Flux would be enough to limit the Pulser’s breathing easily.

”Repeat after me, okay?” The Chained One cleared his throat for show. ”Miro you’re the greatest. The strongest, most intelligent, most powerful wizard on Sahova. I really mean it, from the bottom of my heart. I wouldn’t say it unless I meant it, and it was true. If I am lying, kill me brutally and without hesitation.” He let out a cackle and released his hold on the man when he was satisfied and had his fun. Thomas was allowed up. ”You know kid, you can take an ass beating with the best of them. I actually do have a bit of advice to give you, since you played along so well.” His Res was called back to his arm to wrap about it. ”Meditate, focus on your body, its internal pathways. Learn to sense the Djed that flows with your every movement, and learn to control it. And a better piece of advice. Don’t trust a wizard. Especially not one with a commanding aura of power such as mine. Now leave, I do not wish to see you again. Speak of this to anyone and I will find you, and I will kill you.”

[Thomas Cosa]

No blood.

"He wasn't alive," Thomas realized, drowning in an anger he couldn't, wouldn't release. Again and again the dead and the undead had brought him to his knees, unseen and unexpected every time. He hated them, he hated their kind, their disgusting god, he condemned and cursed their very existence, he --

Nothing. Whatever sense the captive had left came rushing back, hitting the pulser wizard like a stone. Nothing was coming out, no blood leaking, no ichor dripping, nothing. No life essence, nothing. Everything Thomas had assumed, had known about the undead, about magic even couldn't explain this, couldn't explain how Miro continued to live -- or at least, appear to be alive.

Much more than any nuit did anyway.

"What are y --," Thomas started, the bite of Miro's magic silencing him -- if only for a second. Despite himself, despite his own resolve not to, a cry escaped his being chased out by raw pain inflicted. It was only a second, but every muscle in his body fought back against the unnatural infliction, the electricity lingering in him, contracting his muscles. He groaned, trying in panic given desperation to push himself up, to run, to escape -- but Miro wasn't having letting him go, not yet.

Each punch, and kick was met with determined silence, his hatred alone giving him the strength not allow himself the escape of a scream. His eyes squinted, his mouth pursed, he grabbed hold of himself in a desperate attempt to shield himself from the physical onslaught - not that did much.

And then Miro ordered him to repeat. And Thomas did, without hesitation.

"Miro you’re the greatest. The strongest, most intelligent, most powerful wizard on Sahova. I really mean it, from the bottom of my heart. I wouldn’t say it unless I meant it, and it was true. If I am lying, kill me brutally and without hesitation."

It killed him. It hurt him more than anything Miro could do physical, but he would live. He took note of whatever else the strange creature had to say. And then he limped back to the Citadel.

He wouldn't look back. But next time, if there would be any, he would be ready for Miro. He would learn an offensive magic, and perfect it. He would make better golem, golems that could resist reimancy and whatever else Miro could manage.

And then Miro would die.

In the best, most wonderful way.

[Strange]

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Thomas Cosa

Skills

Skill Name	Experience
Rhetoric	2 XP
Auristics	1 XP
Socialisation	1 XP
Negotiation	2 XP
Peruasion	1 XP

Lores

Miro: Blinding Aura
Miro: Insane Reimancer
Miro: Crafty Hypnotist
Miro: More than Undead
The Flux: Focus on your Internal Pathways
Sahova: Never Trust a Wizard

Injuries

Injury	Heal Time	Scarring
Rib Bruising	From Day 22 to Day 64 Thomas' chest will hurt. Attempting to strain his front too much will result in severe shooting pains. With proper rest this can be cured by Day 44.	No Lasting Damage

Grave Points

Accomplishment	Grave Points
New PC Contact Made	+5

Miro

Skills

Skill Name	Experience
Rhetoric	2 XP
Hypnotism	2 XP
Subterfuge	1 XP
Familiary	2 XP
Persuasion	1 XP

Lores

Thomas Cosa: Animator
Lab 15: Noisy Golem Building Central of Sahova
Cid: Talented Gadgeteer
Ender: Not Above Threatening To Get What It Wants


Injuries

Injury	Heal Time	Scarring
Hypnotism Overgiving augmented by Flux Usage	From Day 22 to Day 28 Miro's voice will be cracked and his throat sore.	No Permanent Damage

Grave Points

Accomplishment	Grave Points
New PC Contact Made	+5

Comments :

Quite an interesting thread here if ending a bit suddenly. I toyed with giving Thomas a point in the Flux but I don't actually think Thomas learned anything about the Flux other than the fact it hurts to be kicked by someone using it. Though, Miro, I don't know if you as a player are unaware of this or if just your character is but a piece of skin will suffice instead of blood for world magic.

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