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[!] A letter would be sent in to the auctioneer with a bid of 1,200.

Jimothy Prigorgin would glance at the latest missive. "I enjoy short reads," he'd quip with a chuckle, especially enjoying the short bio about the monarchs.

[!] An artists depiction of the landscape the travelers saw. Ralf Kanadia, and his long-time friend Henry Venlic II would find themselves exploring the continent of Aevos. The two, wishing to go visit the land of Kyo-Kuni found themselves a tad lost, watching as the landscape around them was one charred and corrupted. After much exploring of this strange terrain, the two travelers found themselves at a dark keep atop the ashy terrain. Thus, the two being the curious sort approached the keep, climbing up some scaffolding and started to cross the bridge towards the keep's entrance. The two would make it to the door, considering what their next move should be. While the two were thinking… Mori-Yu, a corrupted Hei-Zhu clambered down the walls of the wretched keep with a chilling agility. His glowing orange eyes glinted malevolently as he scrambled to stand upon the bridge, blocking the path of the two robed visitors who approached the keeps entrance. A twisted yellow grin spread across his grotesque face, revealing jagged teeth. “Unfamiliar…” The creature would utter towards the two. Henry Venlic, a seeker of knowledge and adventure greeted the towering monkey with a courteous nod. "Ah yes, unfamiliar to these parts, but you might have heard of me," He said. "I am Henry, proprietor of alchemical arts and knowledge, seeker of the arcane, and grand chef of sausage rolls." Ralf Kanadia, his companion, stood beside him, an elderly yet sturdy man with grey hair and a mustache. "We are but two travelers, seeking grandeur experiences." Ralf stated simply before introducing himself. "I am Ralf Kanadia, proprietor of Venlic's Retirement Home, seeker of power and knowledge, practitioner of the waltz, and assistant sausage roll maker.” From the shadows, Tezellion'uth's gravelly voice echoed, "Who in Ixiris' name are these creatures?" He would query, with the two adventurers re-introducing themselves in turn, with Ralf additionally explaining that the dark keep piqued their interest. "You are mistaken." Mori-Yu drawled in response. "You are not known to me." The hulking demonic ape rapped his knuckles against his chest. "I am Mori-Yu, Infernal Ape of Hexicanum, keeper of the moonlit flame, the last of the Chi Masters of The Poisoned Jungles." After some back and forth chatter, the monkey gave his club a few practice swings. "To enter, you must do combat." Tezellion'uth's eyes gleamed from under his hood demanding a fresh male corpse, his gaze affixed at the two travellers who dared tread upon the keeps grounds. It appeared that whether they wished to take the trial to enter or leave, fighting would be inevitable. Mori-Yu drew his shield out and gave his club another practice swing. "To enter, you must fight!" The demon boomed once more. Ralf, being shoved forward to fight the ape by Henry would draw his blade, challenging the monkey to his trial of combat. Mori-Yu huffed, growing impatient. Without waiting for a response, he launched himself forward, swinging his club in a wide arc. The blow sent Ralf flying against the wall, blood spurting from his mouth. Despite blocking the blow with his blade, the sheer veracity of the strike still rang true. The monkey would swing his club onto his shoulder, saving it for later, as he attempted to bring down his shield upon the elderly man’s head. "Now it's not nice to strike someone before they get their turn to fight back." Ralf murmured, coughing up more blood. "Now face my resolve." Summoning all his strength, he slashed at Mori-Yu's stomach, black ichor spurted from the wound, surprising the monkey. Despite the injury, the demonic monkey would succeed in making his mark, plunging his shield into the elderly man’s head. Enraged, Mori-Yu swung his kanabo down in an overhead arc, aiming to crush Ralf. Mori-Yu would find his swing unnecessary as the blow from the shield knocked Ralf unconscious, his corpse falling into the pit below, impaling the man on a spike. Mori-Yu, peered over the man to ensure Ralf wasn't up to any trickery. The old man's luck had run out, and with a final breath, Ralf's life would come to an end. Around the same time, Jasper the Jack lunged at Henry, wrapping his arms around him. Henry felt a searing pain, like hot needles beneath his skin, as his life was drained from him until all but a little bit was left. Henry would fall unconscious, and would be carried into the keep, swapping between the states of being consciousness and unconsciousness. During this time, The Venlic would see his dear friend and longtime companion dismembered and take a vow of revenge against them. Henry would later on be found by several dwarves in the Urguani Capital, unconscious. Rest In Peace, Ralf Kanadia [ 39 S.A. - 182 S.A. ]