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Carsandra, burdened and angered by her lover choosing another over her, by her best friends betrayal, leaves a note to three people. After sending the notes, she packs her stuff from Holm, Sutica, and other locations and leaves, heading off into the Wilderness. 

First letter, to Quavinir Twiceborn

Second letter, to her student, Axel Swale,

Serphin, still at a loss to do with her life, remains with the Elves in The Dominion. Homeless and begging for food and mina's. She as no family or friends to send a letter to.

Fedlema, wandering The Mother Grove, remains there with the Druids in order to help with whatever minor tasks they may have. She sends a letter to her Guide, the Short ArchDruid.

Alanna, not having seen her Ascended teacher in many months, gives up the idea of being an Ascended. She mills around in Sutica, homeless. 

OOC: Leaving this post to explain why my characters vanished. 

1 minute ago, Malgonious said:

((the timezone is decided based on the peak activity time of each settlement, this particular one being Halsworthy who I've found are more active around my timezone

((Just to let you know, Halsworthy is controlled by a Cannonist Barony, so it would affect Rentus-Marna too))

Name of Artifact:

Anti-Contagion Filtration Mask

Is this a combat related Artifact? If marked as “no”, it will not be usable in combat situations:

No

MC Name of person(s) currently in possession of Artifact:

firegirl7892467

RP Name of person(s) currently in possession of Artifact:

Carsandra Ivydale

MC Name of creator(s) of Artifact (N/A if not applicable):

Unsure, as she got as a gift.

RP Name of creator(s) of Artifact (N/A if not applicable):

See above.

Screenshots showcasing the attempted creation of the artifact (use an imgur album or a spoiler please | if an event item just screenshot the item itself | If you're resubmitting an old MArt put N/A?

See above.

MC Item description (the exact description that will be used for the MC item if this MArt is accepted):

A golden mask that seemingly moves like liquid gold, it changes the ripples due to the user's emotions. It can only be worn with a cape attached to the back of the mask, making it useless any other way. The typical straps on the front and back of the mask was removed. When worn, the mask filters the air, the user can see in greater detail, and breath slightly better. The mask requires near constant upkeep, and messing with any of the gears will result in the mask breaking. New filters must be applied every few years. 

Effect(s) of Artifact:

-The mask filters out poisonous air, or harmful substances. This includes magical, mundane, and alchemic. 

-The mask's golden ripples change based on the wearers emotion. This only works on extreme emotions, such as anger, fear, rage, etc. 

-The user's eyesight will increase slightly, able to see different colors and spot things easier. This does not mean the user can zoom in on things 100 miles away, nor does it suddenly grant those with blindness or damaged eyesight the sudden ability to see better. Close range objects and far objects closer than 10ft are easier to spot, colors will shift around and be it's own separate thing, much like a good drug trip. 

-Breathing will become slightly easier on the user, those with troubled breathing or Undead, it will not work.

Red Lines of Artifact:

Mask is useless without the cape attachment. 

Mask can be broken or damaged just the same as any other mask.

Mask must be changed of filters. 

Explanation of effect(s) (i.e. how it does what it does - slight bending of magic lore is allowed):

The exact details are unknown to me, as this was gifted to my character without proper explanation. The one book I did find the mask provided it was only mechanical in feat, with certain lens.

Number of duplicates of this Artifact:

1

Do you agree to keep the MT updated on the whereabouts and ownership of this Artifact by using the Magic List Errors?:

Yes

Have you applied for this Artifact before, and had it denied? If so, link the app:

No.

Story:

So basically back in January 2018 this mask was gifted to my character via Rhillen. Rhillen had stated he made a few modifications, as he had gotten it from the High Elves. He told me exactly how the mask worked, but not why it did. I wanted to write a MaRT for this item, because I am unsure if it's an actual lore item, or just something he created out of nowhere.  

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The rays of the sun were setting on The Dominion square, Carsandra Ivydale stood with her friend, and his son. A golem and a dwarf stood too, the dwarf holding a bluesteel pickaxe. Suddenly, the golem lifted his foot, kicking the son square in the chest, and then bringing his foot back to stomp the son. Her friend, his Dad, stopped the golem, to which the golem simply picked him up and started punching the Dad in the face.

“FACE YE MAKER, GOLEM.” The dwarf yelled, taking his warhammer and driving it into the golem’s left shoulder. A shattering sound happened, and the golem finally swung the Dad at her, toppling them before over. The King arrived on the scene, carrying his own warhammer, when the medic carted off the Dad and the son, and Carsandra slipped away from the fight, not before bandaging her bruised ribs.

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The cool night air kissed Carsandra’s bandaged arms, chest, and right leg as she stood with the many others around the campfire. She scanned the surrounding faces, most of them unfamiliar to her. The Druid Oracle stood by her, next to him a blindfolded Dark Elf Druid, and to her right was an unfamiliar Elf. The leader of the drum circle, a pale Wood Elf female, raised her hands, shouting.

“Many eons ago, there was a man who hunted carelessly. He caused great pain to the animals he killed. In their fury, the Aspects cursed him to forever be trapped in the form of a Wolf, and whenever he died, his soul would be brought back to a tree, for him to revive. In his anger, he started attacking the Wood Elves, and they prayed to The Aspects for help. The Horned God came down, and spoke to the Elves. He told them to play drums and dance for the entire night, to drive the beast away. One winter night, the beast came, and they played their drums and sang all night. That’s when the Horned Lord appeared as a glowing white stag, which pierced the heart of the beast.”

Two figures emerged from the sidelines, one dressed as a beast, the other as the Horned Lord. The leader of the circle brought her hands down, drumming a fierce beat. The rest of the circle followed, and she drummed along, a bit softer since of her wounds. The dressed figures began to dance, while the leader of the song chanted elven words. The ‘Horned Lord’ lowered the ‘horns’, charging at the ‘beast’, which gave a fake cry, then collapsed on the ground, pretending to be dead.

“Now the bow judging contest will begin!” The leader shouted, ending the drumming and the dance. Many folk lined up, handing their bows to the circle leader, who inspected them each with a squint. Many moments passed, before she finally held up a bow, “The Archdruid of the Mother Grove wins! She gets 500 mina!”

Clapping, then The Oracle spoke “Archery contest begins!” A small line formed, to which a sudden whisper interrupted her, “Hey Carsandra.”

She whipped around, startled. “Yeu’s Sake”, she started at the orange haired, armored man. “Carrot, you scared me.” She gently teased.

“Qauv’s wife.” He narrowed his eyes, he wasn’t joking.

She fell into silence for a moment, her voice, when she did speak, sounded annoyed. “He’s not my husband, he’s already taken.”

“Uhuh.” He smirked.

“He’s my relative, so you’re suggesting I sleep with family.” She did not look amused.

“O-oh...sorry, I didn’t know~” He batted his eyes, to which she looked at him stone faced.

“I don’t talk to people who suggest such foul things.” She whipped around, stalking off, ignoring his plead of apology. She sat on an empty seat, near the High Prince, where she was watching with half-interest as the constants aimed to be the best archer. Finally, after the last contestant had gone, The Oracle turned toward the gathering.

“And the winner is The Lord Imperator! A prize of 1,000 mina and the Crown of Amaethon!” Cheers and clapping followed. Then the Oracle raised his hand. “Circle Leader, step forth.” The Circle Leader shuffled forth, looking confused. To which The Oracle handed her a bead, “Here take this, and…” He gave a pause, “I want you to be in my family.”

“REALLY?!” The Circle Leader squee’d, then coughed, adjusting her voice back to normal, “I mean, really?”

“Yes, really. You’ve shown true dedication to the Old Rites.” He gave a rare smile, to which she happily grinned, bouncing off.

Carsandra stood in the backround the entire time, then she headed to look at the flames. Soon, the crowd returned to The Dominion, where she too, wandered back to the city square.

Really the only items their are:

1. September’s Bond [Golden Nugget] (All) {1}: The signed name is bound to the September Prince, for as long as he wills it. You cannot unattune others, and you cannot be unattuned. You may travel without regard for range limitations from natural objects or structures, or due to the unnatural quality of where you are travelling to.  You cannot act to harm the September Prince, or his interests. This bond can be broken, but only through secrets.
2. Wisdom of the Ages [Golden Ingot] (Druid) {8}: For every two elven years since your initial attunement, gain one rank in all druidic magics you are already rank five in. Additionally, you may now drive passive animals to violence. This item works for the signed name, so long as September wills it. 
3. Break the Cities [Rose Red] (Druid) {10}: Your blight healing damages processed wood, stone, and metal, at a rate ten percent that of normal, in a radius of thirty meters. Herbs enhanced through your herblore, when consumed by a non-druid magic user, causes powerful nausea, reducing the rank of their magics by one for twenty-four hours. This effect does not stack. This item works for the signed name, so long as September wills it. 
4. Gracious Prince, Make Aegis Whole [Lapis Lazuli] (Druid) {11}: When you roll to create a soul tree, increase your roll with a modifier of +30. Soul trees made in this fashion permanently destroy the body used for Awakening, have autumnal colors, and produce sap which can be used for Thulean Druidism, with properties as blood. This sap is also present in the Tree Lord.
5. Mushroom Lord [Bonemeal] (Tree Lord) {12}: Your Soul Tree transforms into a mushroom of comparable size, and your Tree Lord body is now composed of chitin. You become fond of decaying landscapes, and rot. You may disperse spores, with stats as a spriggan. This items works for the signed name, so long as September wills it.

Freygoth’s Plot [White Tulip] (Shaman) {5}: When your shaman powers cause damage to passive animals or plants, or natural inorganic features, over the next twenty-four krug’s hours, they will be healed back to their normal status. Freygoth has vision through your eyes. This item works for the signed name, so long as September wills it. 

1. Sprite of Decay [Redstone] (Sprite) {8}: Your coloration shifts to brown, green, and purple. You gain the ability to cast tier one communion and control, or, if targeting fungus, tier two. This item works for the signed name, so long as September wills it.
2. Life and Death and Love and Birth [Clock] (Sprite) {5}: If you are slain, and your killer is themselves slain within the next twenty-four elven hours, a flower will sprout from their corpse. It will blossom after ten elven minutes, and you will be reborn from it. This item works for the signed name, so long as September wills it.
3. Fertilize [Oak Sapling] (Dryad) {3}: You may water your tree with the blood of a slain descendant to gain 15% of their strength, agility, and constitution for twenty-four elven hours. Your skin takes on a reddish hue. This item works for the signed name, so long as September wills it. 
4. Fight My Love [Dirt] (Dryad) {8}: You gain one rank of communion and control  within two-hundred meters of your tree. Your tree is immune to non-magical fire damage, and can attack others autonomously, as rank five communion and control, for only the tree itself. This item works for the signed name, so long as September wills it.

1. Audience With September [N/A] (All) {7}: Speak to the September Prince. 

Carsandra Ivydale stood in the peaks of The Dominion. Her arms and right leg bandaged tightly, soaked with herbs and a healing potion. In her hand clutches the letter of his passing, through her gaze was solum, she simply stared. 

Carsandra is handed the flyer by one of the Preist's, she reads it, nodding, then pockets it.

"Seems interesting."

Carsandra checks her work times, then nods. "I can make it, aye."

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The streets of Holm were filled with people, milling about and chatting. They were surprised when a big rumbling sound could be heard..

Up sprung forth the armies of the undead. Jaws opened in a silent scream, they charged to the mortals to feast on their lifeforce. The hunger in their eyes, their soulless corpses shuffling forth, with not a sound escaping from their lips. Carsandra quickly put on her half-plate armor, grabbing her sword, and she fought with the rest of the party involved. The thrill of battle and the adrenaline kept her going, countless undead bodies piled around. Some fell into the lava below, not even screams uttered from their corpses as they burned alive. Some fell into the water, drowning quickly as none of the undead could swim. For what seemed like hours, but was only thirty elven minutes, the party quickly swarmed the throes of the undead. There was a pause, and the Holm forces retreated back into the city.

Then a pale figure suddenly appeared behind the party, with lots of minions behind him. He surprised us, but then was chased around, his skeleton figure was cut down amidst the fighting forces. Carsandra knelt, tending to the wounded, and then making her way to the fallen Liches corpse, picked up a pulsating purple crystal, along with a blond haired, blond eyed High Elf. A cry of alarm sounded from the gates, and she rushed over…

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Two giants, rose from the ground, the ground splitting before them, as they crawled out from the earth, showers of dust and dirt fell, before mighty roars wailed over the area. By this point, some Cannonists had arrived, and were present when the two giants rose. Before the party could even move forth, a sudden wave of undead caused the party to be pushed back, and Carsandra felt her wounds stinging as she plowed through, roaring her battle cry. In the midst of the fighting, she healed a Fenn soilder, and then she turned, seeing her own student fall to the forces!

“AXEL!” She roared, grabbing her tringe kit as the defenders slowly pushed back against the undead forces at the gates. She reached him, healing him with herbs quickly, bandaging him as finally, the last wave of undead ceased. He sat up, groggy, “I’m fine.” He pushed her away, grabbing his sword again and heading to the Medic Bay.

She grabbed her sword once more, heading out from the gate where she saw surprisingly few people battling the giants. The rest had to retreat because of their wounds, so she charged forth, sword gripped tightly in her hand where she slashed the giant in the chest. He faced her, giving a mighty roar before his hand raised, where she backpedaled, missing his strike. By pure luck, she missed the rest of his strikes, buying the rest of the defenders time to swarm the giant, stabbing his ankles until he fell, where she retreated, looking down from the rocky outcrop, panting, as they took care of the second giant. They all retreated to the city, nursing their wounds.

Suddenly a Greater Lich entered the city, with no more hordes, he charged in himself. He made a beeline right for the Dancing Igor, were most of the wounded where. He bust down the doors, crashing through the fence and trying to kill the wounded. Instantly many of the forces pile-dogged him, including Axel. Their swords flashed, and the table the Greater Lich scrambled onto try to escape upstairs fell, crashing below his massive weight as he died. A blond haired human man ripped off his ganulet, while others reached for the crystals.

Undead bodies lay in a heap outside the gates of Holm, the Inn doors broken, the Inn itself a mess. She took off her armor, checking her wounds. Her head had suffered no damage, her torso was only covered in a few cuts, her right arm suffered the worst damage, while her left arm was bleeding heavily, her right leg also was suffering the worst damage, while her left leg was bleeding heavily. She limped on her better left leg to the Clinic, dressing her wounds while the victors cheered outside.

Since the sacking of Haense by the Reiter group, Alanna had long fled the city. Since she left the city, she remained mostly in Cloud Temple, wearing the noble outfit she had bought for herself. Now stained, torn, and muddy, she knew she would have to change in order to more successfully hide. She bought a much lesser garment, a merchant’s outfit, and changed into that. For three years, she traveled back and forth, from the Cloud Temple, to Holm. She was seeking one group, The Ascended. She had no luck however, so finally in defeat, she wrote to other groups seeking admittance. For three months she waited, before finally getting a letter of acceptance from The Remembrance Guild. Then, she sought out the Monks.

She was wandering around Cloud Temple when a Monk approached her. Clad in typical Monk gown.

“Are you alright?” The Monk peered at her, a worried frown on her face.

“Oh!” She gave a smile, “I signed up to be in the Wildvan Order, and I’ve been looking for some Monks?”

Instantly the woman’s eyes brightened “That’s great! I’ll have to let the higher-up’s know. There’s currently not a lot of Monks...especially higher Monks.” She sighs, “But soon enough, one of them will send you a letter asking for an interview.”

“That’s fine, I can wait.” She dipped her head.

“Perfect! Anything else you need?”

“That will be all.”

The Monk nodded, paddling off.

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A week later, she entered The Dominion, walking around and asking different people were an Ascended was. Suddenly, a cheerful woman’s voice interrupted her searchings “YOOOHOOO.” Her Half-Elven ears twitched, she looked at the white robed lady wearing glass, who was waving at her. “You wanted an Ascended?”

“I don’t mean to be rude, but I was looking for a teacher? You see, Dael’ran taught me a little bit about the Ascended, then after he died, I was directed to Holm. I overheard the basics on The Order as a whole.”

“Do you know the rules?” She asked.

“I don’t..I only know the bare basics, my apologizes.”

She nods, prattling off the rules while Alanna took careful notes. Then she took a breath. “Our most recent history starts with Belestram, he was the ex-Prince here. He spread lies about the Order and caused a great spilt. He’s our Master Sage’s son, flesh and blood. Well..was, his betrayal hurt our Order a lot, including him. Any other questions?”

She shook her head, “Not unless you have anything else?”

“Actually, homework! Find three Ascended, Elvria, Blundermore, and Rav. Ask them why they became Ascended, and what they do for the Order. Elvria will be found through the older Ascended, Blundermore is only via letters, and Rav is around the Dominion, bright red hair.”

She nodded, standing with her new teacher. “See you!”

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She wrote back to the other orders, writing simply ‘Application withdrawn’. She then paused, one of the rules nagging in the back of her mind, ‘One must abandoned titles of nobility and statuses of fame’. She shoved it aside, assuring herself that since her parents were dead, that there was no nobility left. She sat in one of the hale bays, the uncomfortable hay itching her butt. She laid back, sighing as the Elves around the Dominion milled around. She rubbed her nose, the weight of her choice on her shoulders. 

Serphin Odessa Visaj, sat sleeping in the square of the Dominion, as she been homeless for quite some years now. Her eyes open as she hears from the whispers of the other High Elves that one of her family had returned. A faint smile tugged her lips, the ex-Dedicant snuggled deeper into the homeless garb.

"Ha."

OOC: I'd def RP with you when I have the time! 

Yes, I will be teaching him how to throw da rocks.

1/3 student slot.

Carsandra receives the notice, she smiles, filling out an application.

Name: Carsandra Ivydale

Age: 100

Current magics if any?: Aqaumancy, Telekinesis, and Yeuism

Do you have any experience in teaching?: Yes, I've been teaching Medical Practice In Combat for around twenty years, as well as Basic Herbology, and Intro Voidal Lessons. 

Former leadership positions: General Medic under Lord Azoth Hawksong, and Manager at Beletiz tavern.

Fixed changes.

I have updated the lore due to Fitemoon's request. 

Small bump.

I PM'ed you over Discord with the information on how to correct this.

I like.

-The application was withdrawn-

Alanna Silverblade is handed the poster. She reads it, and stuffs it in her pocket for later use. 

Initiate Application

MC name: firegirl7892467

Character Name: Alanna Silverblade

Discord (Optional): You know it.

Race: Half-Elf

Age: Sixteen

Do you know any magic currently?: No, I'm forbidden to.

Which subject do you plan to learn?: Either Defense Against the Dark Arts, or Alchemy

Do you swear to abide by the rules of the academy?: Yes.

A Red Cloak member, depicted in a Fool's costume, holds a sword, ready to slay a pleading Wood Elf.

Be warned! The road betwixt Halen'oor and leading into Holm, and Rentus-Marna is being guarded by the Red Cloaks. This organization nine months ago tried and failed to attack The Dominion during a wedding, however they were repelled by the forces of the Virriam. Salty from their loss, they have taken to patrolling the Whispering Crossroads, slaying any Elf that dares trespass along the road. Those that are Elven Kin, do not travel to Halen'oor, Rentus-Marna, Holm, or Stangia for the time being. As of right now, the body count is seven, for those slain, and the number will climb higher over the coming year. 

For those that are unfamiliar with the outfit/group:

-Commonly wear red armor or 'cloaks'. These have a hood on them and a shawl to hide their ugly faces.

-They commonly do not wear the Cannonist cross on their outfit, though they have claimed many times they work in the 'best interest' for the Church. 

-They do recruit Elves, however they have to prove themselves loyal by killing an Elf, and clipping their ears. 

-They even kill Cannonist Elves, who worship GOD. They have entered the town of Beltiviz many times to drag an Elf out and burn them. They do not care if your Cannonist or not. 

-Often travel in groups of 10+ in order to quickly surround and capture Elves. Escape is impossible, and fleeing is the only choice. (PVP default)

One Wood Elf females, feet burned from the hot coals below her, beaten and battered, awaits being roasted alive. Circa 3rd of Grand Harvest, 1674.

She was in The Dominion on a perfectly normal day. The sun shone brightly, the birds chirped. A few citizens milled around the square, chatting. She saw her Ascended friend chatting in the Clinic, and she sat down on the bench. The loss of her lover weighing heavily on her shoulders, and she still felt the pain from the loss. A bird flew overhead, dropping her a letter. Her eyes widened, tears sprinkled her eyes, she grabbed her soulstone and left, where she ran to a location, she pulled her sword out, at the ready for a trap. Nin’s gift held tight in her hand, she looked around, tears down her cheeks. She took a step forward, then she felt a giant weight on her head, of somebody swung an object to her skull, and then blackness.

Her head throbbed, she woke up in a cave with an unknown figure above her. She was blindfolded, and could not see. She could hear a campfire, and the figure on her awakening shuffled to the fire, grabbed something. She tried to get up, but the figure made a ‘husssh’ noise, and quickly shuffled over and stuffed a herb under her nose. She felt groggy, and tired again. She laid down and soon fell asleep.

She was standing on an island, a giant tree overhead. The massive tree was unlike any other tree, as it shone and sparkled. Underneath the tree rested Nin, leaning against the massive trunk. When he saw her, his face was a calm smile, and he gave a wave. Instantly, she launched herself over and tackled him, planting kisses on his cheek. He laughed, envolving her in a tight hug.

“Why...would She?”

“I guess it was my time to go.” He said softly.

She sobbed, grief wrenching her heart “It was enough to hear that you died, to try to drink to take the pain away, and I see you again..in where?”

“This is not an ordinary realm, it’s not a realm at all.”

“Why would She torment me like this..? To bring me to you, only to ****** you away again?”

“I’ll be watching over you,” his smile never faded, he seemed blissfully happy. “I’ll be in Aeriel’s Realm, it’s like this realm, death is just a stepping stone for me.”

“And I’ll go to Yeu’s Realm..and I’ll never see you again.”

“No, we’ll see each other in the soulstream, that I can promise.”

She closed her pained eyes, then opened them. Tears running down her face, “Can you..please tell Aeriel something, when you go?”

“Anything.”

“Tell Her, that above all else, when Qauv passes, I want him to live a good afterlife. I know he can’t...but even if there’s a slim chance his soul ends up in the Soulstream, I want him to be in a happy afterlife.”

“I’ll tell Her.” He nodded his head, still smiling, “You look pretty...how long has it been since I died?”

“Two weeks..”

“And how are you doing?”

“There’s a war coming...and the September Prince.”

He leaned forward, kissing her nose, “Promise me you’ll stay safe.”

“I’ll try.”

“I’ll be watching over you to make sure.” He promised. Then, a single tear went down his cheek, the clouds brightened above where he stood, he hugged her tighter. “She’s calling for me.”

Her chest broke into sobs, pain lacing her heart. “I love you, so much..”

“I love you too, more than you can image…” The clouds brightened, and Nin turned into embers, which drifted up into the skies.

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She woke several hours later with the smell of burning herbs in nose. She sat up, the blindfold was off, and she saw she was in a cave. The campfire and the figure where long gone, and she touched her wet cheek, course with salty tears.

The chilly morning air and snow settled over Beltiviz. The bleak morning sun rose steadily over the amass of strange snow clouds, as the frosty wind blew through the windows. It was an Elven day after the coup, and those who had participated in the battle were resting easy after a well fought battle.

Finally, some townsfolk began to mingle outside, dressed in their thickest, warmest clothes. A guard stepped outside, rubbing their hands together, teeth chattering, as they made their way to the Old Oaks tavern for some much needed warmth and drinks.

Inside the Old Oaks tavern lay a scene of carnage. The counter had been split in half by a bastard sword, which was buried deep inside the wood. The two chairs had been kicked or knocked aside, clattered to the floor like paper. The flag inside the tavern had been ripped, torn down, and shreds of the cloth hung from the pieces. The liquor casks had been busted open when somebody was thrown against them, and ale pooled from the empty husks. Scraps of Carsandra’s outfit was near the chair, torn to shreds. And finally, a blood trail, that lead outside the tavern and into the freezing snow, which lead to the main road and then vanished into the dirt outside.

The guard stood there for a moment, swore, and then went back to tell the other guards the news. A massive fight had taken place, and the bartender and co-manager was missing.