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Zachary Olivos:
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is it pitchblack in here?
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DM:
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yes. I was going to draw the map for
the sake of your wimpy computer
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Zachary Olivos:
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hey it's not wimpy
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DM:
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hold on, technical issues
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DM:
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ok, do you have your token?
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Zachary Olivos:
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How do I place it
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DM:
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is it in the tokens folder?
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Zachary Olivos:
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do I add resource to library
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Zachary Olivos:
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I didn't do it last time is all
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DM:
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In my opinion, the easier way is to
get to your .maptools folder and put the token in there
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Zachary Olivos:
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where do I make the token, in token
tools or whatever
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Zachary Olivos:
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aren't there premade ones?
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DM:
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You are in your cell when you see
worms begin to slither through the cracks between the bricks of
the wall. They soon form vaugely humanoid shapes, and you
recognise them as Whisper and Echo, the mouthpeices of your master.
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Zachary Olivos has connected.
Zachary Olivos is disconnected.
Zachary Olivos has connected.
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Whisper:
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You have been a bad servant...
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Echo:
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disobediant.
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Zachary Olivos:
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You didn't tell me about the train
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Zachary Olivos:
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you didn't tell me about a lot of
things...
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Whisper:
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You didn't finish your task.
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Echo:
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failure.
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Zachary Olivos:
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and I won't
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Zachary Olivos:
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be able to from inside this cell
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Whisper:
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You would be justly served if they
slay you here...
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Echo:
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failure.
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Whisper:
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But if you escape, there is a second
chance for you.
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Zachary Olivos:
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If I escape
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Zachary Olivos:
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and why would I do that
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Zachary Olivos:
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I'm a failure
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Zachary Olivos:
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as you say
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Zachary Olivos:
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then why not remove myself from play
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Whisper:
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You seek death, child?
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Zachary Olivos:
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If I sought death I would have died
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Zachary Olivos:
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I don't know what I seek
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Echo:
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lost.
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Zachary Olivos:
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I am lost
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Whisper:
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You can still serve your master...
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Whisper:
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She awaits your chores.
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Zachary Olivos:
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My chores
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Zachary Olivos:
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that's what you call them
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Zachary Olivos:
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That's what I called them
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Zachary Olivos:
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It made it easier
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Zachary Olivos:
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A lot easier
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Zachary Olivos:
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But I'm through with working for other
people and things and gods and mothers
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Echo:
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disobedient...
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Zachary Olivos:
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Yes, yes you got that right the first
three times
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Whisper:
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You would betray the one who saved you?
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Whisper:
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The one who brought you from misery's
edge?
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Zachary Olivos:
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And how many did I deliver to it in
payment
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Zachary Olivos:
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everything in balance
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Zachary Olivos:
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that's what she said
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Zachary Olivos:
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The scale of my soul is tipped in
payment for my body
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Whisper:
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You owe her life, just as we do!
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Echo:
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Servitude...
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Zachary Olivos:
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Well, if you want this body take it
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Zachary Olivos:
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if you can
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Zachary Olivos:
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but my soul has paid enough
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Ordos Guard:
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What's going on?
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DM:
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Whisper and Echo dissolve
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Zachary Olivos:
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Nothing much sir
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Ordos Guard:
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I thought I heard talking...
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Zachary Olivos:
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These walls are nice
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Zachary Olivos:
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I was just testing the echo
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Zachary Olivos:
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it's a bit of a depressing sound in
here
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Zachary Olivos:
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what rock are these walls made of?
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Ordos Guard:
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Solid imperial concrete. Steel
reinforced. No manner of daemon will get in here, tell you that.
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Zachary Olivos:
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Is that so?
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Zachary Olivos:
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interesting
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Zachary Olivos:
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what is your name?
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Ordos Guard:
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Kurn. Why do you ask?
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Zachary Olivos:
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Names are what we cling to
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Zachary Olivos:
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they define who we are
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Zachary Olivos:
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not in any linguistic sense
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Zachary Olivos:
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but they shape us
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Zachary Olivos:
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In case you can't tell, Goodfellow is
an alias
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Kurn:
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Inspector?
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Zachary Olivos:
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ah here I am waxing philosophical again
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Zachary Olivos:
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Never you mind
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Zachary Olivos:
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that's a good name
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Zachary Olivos:
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A strong name
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Zachary Olivos:
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never let anyone take it from you
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Kurn:
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My name was taken from me long ago,
inspector. Unlike you, I am not a free agent.
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Kurn:
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I understand you specialise in cult
activity?
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Zachary Olivos:
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Yes, I do.
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Kurn:
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So what's your theory on the bombing?
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Zachary Olivos is disconnected.
Zachary Olivos has connected.
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Zachary Olivos:
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What is your rank Kurn?
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Kurn:
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I am a guardian. I am the arm of the
Ordos, fresh from the arcane university.
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Zachary Olivos:
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Oh! Congratulations! It's quite
difficult to make it through the arcane university
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Kurn:
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You didn't come from there, did you?
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Zachary Olivos:
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I tried for a while myself,
unfortunately they caught on to the fact that I couldn't actually
perform magic
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Kurn:
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Trust me, better that way. The
imperium has us under lock and key. Just casting outside of Ordos
permission is a crime.
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Kurn:
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Imagine having an amazing talent that
you can't even practice unless you have signed approval. That's
what graduation from the arcane college is like.
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Zachary Olivos:
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Oh I know. But sometimes the lack of
limitation is limiting in a way. You have a path before you, clear
and harsh as it may be. It's much easier to tell when you fall off
of it
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Zachary Olivos:
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but anyway, I have a feeling you
didn't come here to talk to me about Ordos
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Kurn:
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Just checking up inspector. I'm sure
you will be out of here in no time anyhow. You were only doing you
job...
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DM:
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he walks back to his seat
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Zachary Olivos:
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Hello! *testing for an echo*
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DM:
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Sure enough, you are realised the next
day, and granted full permission to continue your investigation
where you left off.
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DM:
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and I belive that is a good stopping
point/
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