“This place got drinks with blood infused man? I’ll buy the first round, can’t be letting you two club sober.” Kayn steps out of his car, looking over towards the building likely denoted by a large and fancy sign.

Anastasia listens to all that Cade shares with her about Trill and nods, thinking all he says sounds reasonable. As Kayn drives them to the place she can’t help but notice from the signs at the side of the road that they’re heading towards New Orleans proper. “Hmm… this might not be the best plan…” she offers up before they enter the city limits. “I’m not exactly welcome in this town,” she says in a matter

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Kayn, as the other day knocks at the door of the chantry around noon, dressed down in a hoodie, pants, and a beanie to cover his head. He leans on the doorframe while waiting for someone to come open it, not assuming he has free entry to the place.

«~Daedalus~» While he was awake by this time.. He wasn’t precisely in a position to answer the door the normal way. Instead of the door opening to reveal his form… Dae would come around to the front of the Chantry from somewhere off to the side, on the outside, as he had been training. He regarded Kayn quietly for a moment, before choosing to speak up, “…

Greetings; may I assist you in some way?”

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The daytime team has been hunting the unknown creature all day and it has been very clever about evading them. This thing is super good, and hard to pin down. At the end of the day, as the sun starts to set, the group moves to meet with the replacement team so they can get some rest.

<Kitt Bishop> wakes up early and goes outside to investigate, barely making it out just as the sun disappear far enouugh not to cause her any damage. She looks around at the people in the clearing, approaching curiously.

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<Storyteller> A darkness sweeps over the entire group, sound and light cease to exist for a moment. When it slowly starts to return, something is terribly wrong. This is not the forest. This is NOT where you were. This is someplace very bad. The walls are black and seem to absorb light, yet there is a faint ambience in the air that is enough to dimly see by.

Anastasia tries to draw on her ability to heighten her senses to see if that helps her see in this murky, alien landscape she finds herself in. She scans the area, first for the location and numbers of companions in the area, then looking for any immediate threats.

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<Storyteller> A darkness sweeps over the entire group, sound and light cease to exist for a moment. When it slowly starts to return, something is terribly wrong. This is not the forest. This is NOT where you were. This is someplace very bad. The walls are black and seem to absorb light, yet there is a faint ambience in the air that is enough to dimly see by.

<Kitt Bishop> whimpers and grabs her head before trying to get her bearings. “What the heck just happened?”

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<Storyteller> A darkness sweeps over the entire group, sound and light cease to exist for a moment. When it slowly starts to return, something is terribly wrong. This is not the forest. This is NOT where you were. This is someplace very bad. The walls are black and seem to absorb light, yet there is a faint ambience in the air that is enough to dimly see by.

::Maryska blinks slowly and takes off her sunglasses, she looks around and smiled wide, finally….finally the amount of light was tollerable for her, she was able to see without the damn shades on…she grinned widely as she slipped her sunglasses into her jacket and readied herself for a fight.::

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ͼConradͽ sits in his room, cleaning both his sword and his pistol. Tonight was to be the first, and hopefully last, night they would spend hunting down the creature that has been testing the Chantry’s wards. Unsure of what to expect, Conrad has been doing his best to prepare for any eventuality. The Wards on his sword have been triple checked, though he wishes he had more

that he could put on it, the weapons cleaned, and he has rundown the list of rituals he needs to complete before the hunt begins. He sighs and cleans the excess oil from his blade before setting it on his lap and centering himself to begin a ritual to set it aflame. He may not have a Ward attuned to this beast, but the Burning Blade ritual was a fairly good catch all. Before the casting

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<Storyteller> A darkness sweeps over the entire group, sound and light cease to exist for a moment. When it slowly starts to return, something is terribly wrong. This is not the forest. This is NOT where you were. This is someplace very bad. The walls are black and seem to absorb light, yet there is a faint ambience in the air that is enough to dimly see by.

<Marge> growls a bit and looks around, starting to get up and look around at the walls. “Oh hell no.”

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Something that Deveraux has noticed in his walking around the city of New Orleans is that every single clock is set exactly on the second. Anything public is perfectly set, except two. One is the clocktower outside of Charity Hospital, and the other is the clocktower at the campus library. Both are exactly 6 hours off.

Alice is standing outside of the library, staring up at the clock in silence. Other people move past her as if not noticing she is there.

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