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They can now see into the ruin's center.  A group of colorfully clothed people is dancing around on it, while a lone figure in the very middle plays a flute; assumedly the flute they hear now.  At the entrance to the first bridge, another person stands.  They wave at the group as though they are expecting them.

As they get closer, they can make out the details of the figure.  They are wearing vibrant clothes with stripes of blue, red, and yellow, with maroon linings and embellishments.  Over their face, they wear a wooden play mask; this one is carved with a welcoming smile.  They move in a way which can only be described as smooth; like a willow tree's branches bending in the wind. 

Thomas was actually creeped out by the masks. The smiles gave him an uneasy feeling. Why did they need masks anyway? Thomas thought about the many possibilities why they would need the masks. He went a lot slower while he thought about this. "A-again.. be careful.." he stuttered.

1 minute ago, Lord_Battal said:

(k den)

The group reaches the masked figure, Trevor right in front.  It stops waving, and with pointed fingers, slices open Trevor's chest.  His entrails spill out onto the ground. 

(Rest in peace Trevor. Good thing Thomas is okay)

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(I'm not killing him off, Silent.  First off, that kind of wound is survivable, especially when magic is involved.  Second off, I don't kill characters randomly.  And finally, the roleplay needs a boost; I'm giving it one.)

Vilsig unfolds his sickle-limbs, and charges towards the being.  With inhuman dexterity, it ducks under his first blow, then cuts open his chest as well.  The rabbit entrails he collected earlier spill out, and Vilsig slumps over in pain.

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