Mute Swordsman Quest #2

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You nod and Sybil tosses the flask to you, you catch it and waft the opening attempting to get a sense of what you're about to drink, you're immediately hit with a weird sickly sweet scent, deciding to throw caution to the wind once more you take a sip from the flask.You're greeted with a smooth, sweet, thick liquid that goes down smoothly and Turns your guts into and inferno. Your eyes widen in surprise, Sybil notices and grins, "Like it? Got it from some shop, saying it's supposed to keep you warm during cold nights." Both you and Sybil spend the rest of the night passing the flask back and forth with her rambling about meaningless things while you nod and pretend to pay attention. You find yourself dozing off, the warm feeling inside dragging yourself into a deep sleep.


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You awaken to find yourself laying in a field, filled with strange, exotic red flowers that seem to go on endlessly, you instinctively reach for your blade only to find it missing. Where you would normally panic you only feel calm and at ease. You wander the field sleepily, unsure of where you are. That is, until you hear a female voice that echoes across the field, "HELLO!, GIVE ME A MOMENT AND I WILL GREET YOU PERSONALLY."

Well, this is worrying.

>Meh, should be fine. She sounded nice anyways

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The story so far:
You're a mute warrior currently traveling with Sybil, your current party leader whom happened to lead you to some dungeon. Inside, you found some strange sort of ruins where you were assaulted by shadow-beings, while being heavily damaged you managed to tap into the Void, a state in which it's possible for a warrior to ignore his wounds and fatigue for a time.


After surviving the ambush you found a strange sword which you took with yourself. After limping out you managed to meet up with Sybil and began the trek back to the Town. After some time the party stopped to rest for the night.