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Geoffrey E. Grimes
Professor of musical theory at the prestigious J. H. Friedman University.

Professor Geoffrey E. Grimes sat behind his large, garish mahogany desk in the middle of his considerably less impressive medium-sized office. The staggering amount of stacked tomes and dusty parchments surrounding the professor left him barely visible. However between the wavering towers of litterature, an unkept brow slowly getting increasingly furrowed could be seen. Professor Grimes pushed back his dilapidated, standard-issue officechair with a loud screech and sprung up vigorously behind his fortress of knowledge, nearly toppling one of the particularly tall stacks of ancient volumes. He let out a barrage of lewd and lacerating insults even though there was nobody on the reciving end. This was simply his way of expressing "angry relief", coupled of course with a crippling case of Tourettes syndrom and a slight drinking problem. The Professor spun around and faced the blackboard covering a sizeable portion of the wall behind him. With one hand adjusting his spectacles and the other stroking his large grey beard, Professor Grimes studied the board while muttering something inaudible however presumably rather indecent. The board was cluttered with text, verses, lengthy mathematical calculations, numerous strange symbols, and a variety of microtonal musical scales and melodies. Grimes snatched up a piece of chalk and added a 0 to the result of a calculation on the far left side of the board. He then skipped to the right side, and in a display of surprising dexterity for a gentleman of such a mature age, he leaped onto a rickety stool and started reworking one of the scales in the upper corner.
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Niomoneth
"What if I stopped?.. Could I get any colder?"
You were broken. Your eyes, empty and dull. Your skin, pale and cold as the ice below your feet.
Trudging across a great white sea, fleeing from the cracks.

I was tired, I was old. I had heavy, aching bones.
Out at sea one starspeckled night. Calm palette, truly a comforting sight.
'Twas my miracle cure, now each time a lesser effect. Time is a healer? The oracle's words no longer sound correct.
I spot a figure out on the ice. Shouting at the gods, cursing them thrice.
-"Embark my ship, let me take you to shore. We'll start a fire, and you'll be cold no more."
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Marianda Glupton
Ms M. Glupton, hopefully this musicbox will prove useful to you in the task of managing the situation at the Rosenwald estate. Aswell as aiding you in your future studies. Simply insert the key into the hole on the top of the box and turn it counterclockwise until it clicks. Release the key and the box will proceed to play the piece we've discussed beforehand (with a few improvements) six times in a row. This should leave you with sufficient time to chant and pray to your gods, drink virgin blood or whatever it is that you do. Should the "music" which the box emits stop during the procedure, and it will of course if you take too long, simply turn the key counterclockwise again. I shall take no responsability if the "music" stops at a troublesome time during your exertion. I suggest you try it in advance and judge for yourself whether preperation for such a misfortunate situation is necessary.

I remain, Professor G. Grimes.
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Marianda Glupton - Oracle, Brewer, Witch.

She uncorked the bottle and inhaled the fumes. A strong yet pleasant scent of spice and smokey spirit itching the nostrils. Marianda Glupton filled her chalice and drank. The familiar burn of purely distilled spirit, but with a twist. The brew was seasoned to perfection. Stored below ground in an oak barrel for 600 days during the fermantationprocess, and as instructed the cellar hatch had been left open for the duration of every fullmoon. She poured herself another dose. The lit wax candle was the only source of light in the damp basement. The flame danced peacefully, softly illuminating. She kindled the coals within her censer, a mixture of select incense would eventually fill the room and finalize the necessary ambience. She unraveled a scroll and flattened it against the cold stone tile flooring, sheet music riddled with notes specifying a plethora of details concerning the performance of the piece. Marianda carefully tightened a few flat strings on her ornate microtonal harp. Her fingers caressed the strings as she skimmed through the sheet music one last time. Gently, she plucked the melancholy piece composed for this specifc occasion. She licked her lips, took a deep breath and then sang the appropriate verse with precise timing, emphasism and flawless melody.


... -"Take a look at this viscous liquid for example."
The Oracle took down a small vail sealed by cork with murky content from the shelf and presented it proudly.
-"Inhale these fumes and you will easily overcome the most excruciating pain... Or this one, a deep breath of this and you'll feel as strong as an ox and as quick as a cobra... A taste of this one and some claim they can see and even converse with the lingering apparitions of their lost loved ones. Some are less fortunate however, tormented by illwilled demons causing them fear and suffering... When sickness takes hold of you, take a few swigs from this bottle each day and your body will fight of the nastiest infections. Quick warning, it doesn't taste like strawberry pie."
Suni
It flickered before my eyes. Like the waves of heated air. A forceful slash to the throat, and it was gone. All it left behind was a subtle scent, charred but sweet. That vile creature of a woman grasped her neck to staunch the flow of blood. With panicked eyes and terror in her gurgeling attempt to speak a few final words... She fell. And she died. I swear it took longer than it should've, but she died. I stayed to make sure.
This is what I saw. Who or whatever it was, saved my life that night.
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Marianda Glupton - Oracle, Brewer, Witch.

She uncorked the bottle and inhaled the fumes. A strong yet pleasant scent of spice and smokey spirit itching the nostrils. Marianda Glupton filled her chalice and drank. The familiar burn of purely distilled spirit, but with a twist. The brew was seasoned to perfection. Stored below ground in an oak barrel for 600 days during the fermantationprocess, and as instructed the cellar hatch had been left open for the duration of every fullmoon. She poured herself another dose. The lit wax candle was the only source of light in the damp basement. The flame danced peacefully, softly illuminating. She kindled the coals within her censer, a mixture of select incense would eventually fill the room and finalize the necessary ambience. She unraveled a scroll and flattened it against the cold stone tile flooring, sheet music riddled with notes specifying a plethora of details concerning the performance of the piece. Marianda carefully tightened a few flat strings on her ornate microtonal harp. Her fingers caressed the strings as she skimmed through the sheet music one last time. Gently, she plucked the melancholy piece composed for this specifc occasion. She licked her lips, took a deep breath and then sang the appropriate verse with precise timing, emphasism and flawless melody.


... -"Take a look at this viscous liquid for example."
The Oracle took down a small vail sealed by cork with murky content from the shelf and presented it proudly.
-"Inhale these fumes and you will easily overcome the most excruciating pain... Or this one, a deep breath of this and you'll feel as strong as an ox and as quick as a cobra... A taste of this one and some claim they can see and even converse with the lingering apparitions of their lost loved ones. Some are less fortunate however, tormented by illwilled demons causing them fear and suffering... When sickness takes hold of you, take a few swigs from this bottle each day and your body will fight of the nastiest infections. Quick warning, it doesn't taste like strawberry pie."

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