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Snow Daisy
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You duck behind one of the soldiers as the Magic men continue staring and check your supplies, while the creepy little things are more then capable of breaking you too bits with there minds, magic cant hold a candle to the power of science when it comes to messing things up.
As for escape route's your options are.. limited. Not only is there absolutely nothing in any direction for possibly thousands of miles, but the creepy little guys are your only way back to the scientific realm. From what you could gather its possible to send thing across from the realm your in, but almost impossible to call things across from another.
After a moment the leaders of the expedition, the magician-scientists Dr harding and richard Statler (A infuriatingly enthusiastic american) Captain Troughton himself and a nervous Scandinavian by the name of Ericsson, step back from there one sided conversation and finally explain why you have been sent here.
Though our primary purpose was scientific research and report, the magicians had summoned you in the hope that you could take care of some ‘problem’ in a land to the north. The nature of this Problem was apparently unknown to the mages, if it was an ‘it’ and not a ‘he’ or a ‘them’, living or dead, sentient or not, an individual or an army, they could not say.
All they could gather was that the entity or entities had conquered a large section of land, and that a great number of people had ventured into them, never to return. Those that did returned insane, raving, often injured in the most unspeakable ways. They would convey nothing but meaningless expressions of suffering, and these poor wretches would be swiftly imprisoned to avoid paining other telepathy with their grisly thoughts.
Fortunately, while the power of magic is indeed great, even the most powerful of magical beasts is compleatly unprepared for a bullet to the brain, a pound of TnT, or failing that the raw brute physical strength of the soldiers here, and thus the mission is set, head north, Find the beast, Blow it up, Home in time for tea.
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