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"On return, the parties discover that much of the Tower of Aetius was shattered. Many of its runegates destroyed or scattered across Meranthe."

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The moment the Tower erupted, Amica was moving. It was not like her home, her place of birth was necessarily at risk, but if substantial damage had been done to the Tower, then she would be the one to fix it. Not the Tower itself, of course; But her home, her birthplace. Through shattered stone and broken rubble did she scatter scouts and ravens, looking for a singular thing, one thing that she hoped and prayed would still be in tact.

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The Runegate to Floor Nine, where a lost little girl became Amica, where her Father had been born before her, and where one day she hoped to raise another.

If the Tower was at such risk, if it continued to misbehave, then the Chosen of Aetius would have to do something about it. Not to it, of course; She'd never disobey its never ending voice inside of her head, but she'd at least make sure to preserve a piece. A brick, or a stone, or a shard of glass, or a piece of rubble.

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Or perhaps a Flower, from the depths of Floor Nine, where endless springtimes were wondrously cherished. Where a park sat mellowed in the central grounds, where the Beast From Floor Ninety Nine had indoctrinated her. Where everything had went so, so, so horrifically wrong, from where she had, once upon a time, gone when she had died.

More than a home. It was her afterlife. Her heaven. She was born there, she had died there. She could not let it fall to ruin.

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Perhaps she could find a better place, a safer place, for the Runegate, after all.

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A wonderful, warm place. A happy place, with butterflies and flowers, befitting the way it looked on the inside.

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So long as one didn't l̴̬̺̪̭͚͉̂̐̎̑͂̑͗̍̈̀͝ǫ̸̩̦͓͑͒̒̄ọ̵̈́̔̒͗̉͌̚͘̕k̷̡̧͈͈͙̼̟̠̙̙̫̝̓̏̅̎̓̅͌͑̈́̓͒̑̃̊̍͝ ̵̢͖̰͚̟̞̗͇͓͖̇̉t̴̢͖͈͇̯͙̘̣̭̲̫̬̠̅̈͛͗̈́̅̈́̒͒͂͘͝͠o̶̧̨͕̻̖͕̮̖̗̘̞̦̩͎͔̹͛̅̔̔̈́̀̆̈͗̋̉̽͗̀̚͘͝ȏ̶̩͚̱͇͉͈͓͙͙̹̗̩̀̍̉̈͂̌̔̈́͜͝ ̶͚̹͈̘͙̇͒͜c̸̡͖̙͎̳͉͉͎̺̪̖͓̫̣̟͒͊͌̃̑̆l̵̯̥͖̦̲̮̳̭̝͈͈̦͖͙̅͆͂͜ͅơ̴̧͕̳̰̜̥͊̋̃́͋̈́̿̔̾͘͜s̷͖̤̠͕͓͖̣̰̬̖̩̲̯͍̝̒́͛͂̏̽͒͗́͠͝e̶̼͍͙̮̫͗͂̈͗̀̈́̎̔̌͐̋̈́ ̶̛͇͎̼͊̔̌͆̑̿̄̿̈́͒̾̉͛̚͘͝t̴̫̮̤̯̭͍͎͓͍̟̲̃̿̓̃̂̋̒̆̿̄̉̀͆͘̚̕͠ͅo̸̱̼͛̏̏͌̋̃ ̷̜̜̦̣͚̈̾͒͂͂͂̾̓̃̕t̶̙̱͈͎͕̄͑͒̊͊́͐̿͆́̒͗́̓̕̕͝ḥ̴͕̭̭̺̭̣̪̂͌̎̓͗̔̅̂̎̊̀̂͠͠ͅë̸̡̩̦̯͖͖̮́̓͠ ̷̨̳̩͍̩̑̉̾̊̃̂̃̔͛͊̇͋ȩ̷̡̢̤̰̰̟̺͇̩̲̹͍̩̜̾̂̅̈́́̈́͋̊̎̓͆͌̅̒͠͝͝d̴͉̥̱̺͓̦̿̅̋̅͋̽̈́̃̍͒͊͛̕͝ͅg̴̨̛̩̝̻͍̳̒̔̈́̽̍͊̂̊͜͝ȇ̷̡̲̦̪̱̩̖̟̝̯̰̓̋̌̾̀̓͝͝͝͠.̸̧̡̨̧͇͈̟̪̹̳̟̭̯̼̣̈́̾̒̐̈́̈́̾͊̉͒.

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Attendees: Amica, Bastet(?), Caelizia, Phosphene, probably one or two more.

Themes: Aetius, Corruption, probably tying into the ongoing world event. A happy wonderful place :) where nobody :) :) will ever :) get hurt :) :) :) for sure. :)

Risk: It's Aetius. You know how it is.

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DM needed, you'll probably need to run things by Chance or his co-dms!! Or if one of them wants it.......!