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Week Six
You've survived, for lack of better wording, the latest week of trials and tribulations. This one had been more costly than most: Typhon's machinations have brought your group to nearly half the size it was when Athena first brought you to this island. Whether it ends with him or with you is still too soon to make out. One thing's for certain. Things cannot be allowed to continue as they are.
Speaking of continuing, the next floor has been revealed to you. Just how far down this island goes is a bit of a mystery, but you get the feeling that you're close to something important. Maybe that thing Athena wanted you to find before Typhon does. You can ruminate on that as you watch the waters below. Waves still lap at the cliffs, but it all seems lower than it did weeks ago. Like the ocean itself is shrinking...
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Quark's Bar
Speaking of continuing, the next floor has been revealed to you. Just how far down this island goes is a bit of a mystery, but you get the feeling that you're close to something important. Maybe that thing Athena wanted you to find before Typhon does. You can ruminate on that as you watch the waters below. Waves still lap at the cliffs, but it all seems lower than it did weeks ago. Like the ocean itself is shrinking...
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Quark's Bar

SEANCE END
We're together again, that's good. From here, we should decide on our next move.
Typhon clearly wants something, as does whoever it is that's assisting him. But what that thing is must be a source of great power. If there was anything like that here - wait. Wait! I know what it--
That's enough.
[Suddenly, a blast of intense wind tears through the channeling chamber. Vases and burners are knocked over, but even worse, the smoke you've been communicating these visions through are ripped apart before your eyes. Familiar faces now scattered to the winds that force their way out into the hall and dissipate from there.
Your eyes adjust slowly. Things are normal again, for what that means here.]
No one will not stop this from happening.
[The voice is unfamiliar, wavering like a vibration. That's also all you're going to hear from it.]
no subject
[Punch- punch the wind? Does is there obvious source of voice, looking around
no subject
no subject
Crap!
[If the incenses weren't knocked off and likely extinguished, he'd be huffing the fumes like crushed up smarties]
no subject
Fuck.