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Blood starts to drip, blood.

Drop, drop, drop, drop, drop, and then a steady stream of blood as the rain has washed over the dead bodies of Nester and the Acorch.

As the party came to grips with the death of an ally.

Nester for all his ways was invaluable when it came to felling giant creatures.

I worry about our ability to stand up to them now.

A tactical retreat seemed the only solution.

Perhaps this fight is beyond our capabilities.

It would be best to leave the castle now and mount your defense amongst the small folk.

Gather our armies and prepare to meet Valsis for one final stand.

But as they fought against hopelessness and pushed on.

Ever since you woke up the castle, you're more aware of the movement of the castle.

It almost feels like it's flying.

I don't want to use the word aradically because that sounds dramatic.

But it does feel a little more like turbulence.

A familiar voice beckoned from the depths of the castle.

And you hear that sound again of a man moaning.

As if in pain, you see another fireplace.

In front of the fireplace, a large web that stretches from floor to ceiling in an intricate pattern.

The adventure continues.

Stock outstretched.

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