RETURN, WARNING [★] TIL IT'S OVER

[Keona.]

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keona sibéal ní faoláin.
the typhoon.
the blind dealer.
information.

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Tiny legs strained against the harsh push against tired muscles, her entire body cut and battered from a reckless dash.  The shrieking caws of a raven sounding sharply above to both guide her race from the swamp to the island, and gather as much attention as possible as the dealer skidded onto the shores of the Typhoon.

Her chest is heaving but Keona doesn't stop to gather her breath, pale hues fierce with cold fury and determination.  She left to gather help, that's what she was going to do.  "I need a strike team on their feet now! Goldenluxury needs help!"

"We were ambushed at Tanglewood's border -- by Stryker."  Ge bith dè a thachras, feumaidh Stryker tuiteam.  A declaration.  They'd make it happen.  They would.  First.  They needed an immediate response to the ambush.  Tanglewood probably needed help too, now that she had time to think.

[ translation: no matter what, Stryker must fall. ]

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