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7/18/2025, 4:04:58 AM
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Yea, well, you begin with a nervous chuckle, they’re part of this weird cult to something called THE BURROWER–
The girl’s eyes shoot wide open upon hearing the name! Before you can ask, she scrambles over to her original chair and lays TT’s Old Striilii across her lap! Err, you mutter, you could go for a song, yea-
The tune leads in with a series of urgent, sharp strums… like an alarm for the people listening! Drumming her feet on the ground for rhythm, Lutza sings a few verses of a strange new song!
“Be discreet! Watch your feet! They are coming for your meat! Lightly tread! Guard your head! Lest you join the restless dead! REMEMBER THE STAKES! WHATEVER IT TAKES! But beware…” The tempo slows as Lutza’s voice grows hushed… “Take all care… don’t you think, don’t you dare…”
Her eyes open and lock with yours as she plinks the last few notes.
“The Burrower… Waaaaakkess….”
An eerie hush falls over the cabin like snow on a rooftop as the song’s words settle in as well! Uneducated on Spinner Etiquette, you rise from your chair and applaud the performance, but only get a few claps in before you realize Lutza ain’t bowing!
“That was an old song…” She mutters under her breath, blinking as if trying to wake up from a dream! “A very old one…”
So what, you frown, is she saying this Burrower crap you keep hearing is real?
“All ballads have a hint of truth in them…” She mutters as she looks to you with concern in her eyes. “These cultists… who are they? Should I be worried?”
You’re… not sure, you reply in as diplomatic a tone as you can muster! The rank-and-file cult members tend to be dumber than a sack of doorknobs… but their leader, this LARIUS guy…
“Larius...” Repeats the musician, “Never heard of a Larius before…”
Good, you scoff, because that guy is a piece of WORK! He can, like, write a book on blowing up people’s heads! And they were trying to get her so they could turn her into a sleeper agent, or something!
Letting your explanation steep for a bit, Lutza finally breaks the silence with a determined look on her face! “It’s a long shot, Anton, but the mages at TRIMBALT MAGE ACADEMY might know a thing or two!” Her expression sinks back into frown territory. “IIiiiffff they don’t turn you into a Maakar, that is. Or banish you to an Arcane Labyrinth.”
The frown’s contagious, it seems! They’d do that? The Spinner answers with a shrug.
“Wizards are… not the friendliest of people…” She mutters with a weak smile. “Even Joplin can be, well… abrasive...”
Is that a choice, or a rule? Another shrug.
>CONTD.
Yea, well, you begin with a nervous chuckle, they’re part of this weird cult to something called THE BURROWER–
The girl’s eyes shoot wide open upon hearing the name! Before you can ask, she scrambles over to her original chair and lays TT’s Old Striilii across her lap! Err, you mutter, you could go for a song, yea-
The tune leads in with a series of urgent, sharp strums… like an alarm for the people listening! Drumming her feet on the ground for rhythm, Lutza sings a few verses of a strange new song!
“Be discreet! Watch your feet! They are coming for your meat! Lightly tread! Guard your head! Lest you join the restless dead! REMEMBER THE STAKES! WHATEVER IT TAKES! But beware…” The tempo slows as Lutza’s voice grows hushed… “Take all care… don’t you think, don’t you dare…”
Her eyes open and lock with yours as she plinks the last few notes.
“The Burrower… Waaaaakkess….”
An eerie hush falls over the cabin like snow on a rooftop as the song’s words settle in as well! Uneducated on Spinner Etiquette, you rise from your chair and applaud the performance, but only get a few claps in before you realize Lutza ain’t bowing!
“That was an old song…” She mutters under her breath, blinking as if trying to wake up from a dream! “A very old one…”
So what, you frown, is she saying this Burrower crap you keep hearing is real?
“All ballads have a hint of truth in them…” She mutters as she looks to you with concern in her eyes. “These cultists… who are they? Should I be worried?”
You’re… not sure, you reply in as diplomatic a tone as you can muster! The rank-and-file cult members tend to be dumber than a sack of doorknobs… but their leader, this LARIUS guy…
“Larius...” Repeats the musician, “Never heard of a Larius before…”
Good, you scoff, because that guy is a piece of WORK! He can, like, write a book on blowing up people’s heads! And they were trying to get her so they could turn her into a sleeper agent, or something!
Letting your explanation steep for a bit, Lutza finally breaks the silence with a determined look on her face! “It’s a long shot, Anton, but the mages at TRIMBALT MAGE ACADEMY might know a thing or two!” Her expression sinks back into frown territory. “IIiiiffff they don’t turn you into a Maakar, that is. Or banish you to an Arcane Labyrinth.”
The frown’s contagious, it seems! They’d do that? The Spinner answers with a shrug.
“Wizards are… not the friendliest of people…” She mutters with a weak smile. “Even Joplin can be, well… abrasive...”
Is that a choice, or a rule? Another shrug.
>CONTD.
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