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A Rumor of a Cure (For the person who replies first. Other joiners will be responded to!) You find yourself in a worn down tavern in the lower slums of Alliria, a place full of scoundrels, thieves, and other miscreants. No one stops as you enter as the gentle clinking of glasses, the messy...

No one knew who he had been before coming to Purqoic. No one knew what he had been. But to his people, it didn't matter. Because Tuvin was The Way. And right now, he was dying. Writhing on a mat of woven reeds, his eyes closed in a feverish sleep, Tuvin The-Way looked like death warmed over...