The First Plague
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"...you been to the Brew? The Bitter Brew."
"No, why?"
"New bird showed up to the joint. They call it a Tumbleweed- big friggin' thing. Started raving about 'the Ten Plagues' or some similar shit.

...and it's got bugs crawling out of its eyes."


The First Plague is set to be unleashed. A great roc spans its wings across the basin between where Londo and Serenity once stood.

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"I am dust devil and humble tumbleweed, thief of Narm and holder of his Ten Plagues.
I wish to drink again.
And enjoy a Bitter Brew with my Bitter Company."


A rite spans the dune-spirit's breadth, the amassed shores of the cliffs that reign over the bay trickle with blood. A quantity of no one mere magi's capability, no simple 'bloodletting'. The blood remains, the scent of copper drifting on the wind. A curse is yet to be expunged. The sea threatens to run red with it.



 
Wednesday, September 10th, 5 PM EST.


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i can quit when i want
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