IGN: Xeno_WyvvernCharacter Name: Hazel S. AustellXP: 200Game or Games Entering: Marksman TournamentMarksman Feats: Volley

[!] The Staff Only Door Word around the inner circles is that Hazel finally did it. What else would explain the stories? Passersby swear she'd spent day after day buried in alchemical texts, and even longer shut away in the lab, reducing the possibilities one by one. First the ingredients. Then the proportions. Then the herbs. Then the distillation. Then how many times the mixture had to be passed through mutant blood. Then what kind of mutant blood. Every failed batch narrowed the field until the list of "maybe" became one recipe that supposedly... worked. By the end of it, no one could say how many attempts had been poured down the drain. Some insist they saw the final vial. A grayish-red liquid matching every known description of  Bloodwrought Mk. I. Yet anyone curious enough to slip past the Staff Only sign and search the lab where it all supposedly happened would find it strangely... Spotless. No notes. No books. No ingredients. No discarded vials. Nothing. As though weeks of work had never happened at all. Maybe someone cleaned up. Maybe there was never anything to clean.  

[!] To Go Out on a Limb... On a late rainy night, the hospital is assaulted. Glass shattered, spells flew, scream after blow was exchanged as several figures broke in to find their quarry. Only two stood to defend the place of healing, and by the end of it, they can barely remain on their feet. The morgue is empty. The limbs are gone. The cabinets were left open. Mary, despite their best efforts, was ripped from her graveblossom, killed, and taken as yet another corpse. A lone woman stood in the shattered greenhouse as rain filtered through, covered in blackened blood. She gently swept off the shards, the uprooted plants, the soil from overturned plant beds, and the diluted pools of blood. Wordless. She had failed. But there was only time to reflect on it.   OOC: Spoiler A heist hosted by the lovely Dean and Kiwi! Hazel and an NPC fought against an outnumbered battle, and the two barely managed to survive the exchange themselves. You can find the aftermath of the battle in the hospital. DM me if efforts are made to repair it (I can help out with creative).  

Butterflies

[!]In the remaining hours of the night, following endless onslaughts of thunder and rain, a third constant briefly rang clear near the Spire shores. Screaming, in all manner of emotion—one voice. Agony. Rage. Fear. Grief. Hysterics, at times. It lasts for about two hours as the voice finally gave out. All that remained were the last remnants of a dying tempest.