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[One of the biggest problems with research into her major projects at home is that simply saying what she's after is a gamble. The chances aren't slim that she'd be discouraged or outright denied help by virtue of what she asks being thought absolutely impossible, or too close to revealing a Warden secret, or borderline heretical. The Seven-Fold City has been the best place she's found to study, lacking any of these issues.

She's done as well as she could here, but now her problem is she can't readily make sense of new ideas without the framework of her home. She needs new input. Fresh, entirely unprecedented angles on the matter. And what better place than here, which barely seems to have even heard of Thedas?

She pans the camera deliberately over stacks of books on a table to show off her research. The volumes are from Tomorrow and Sorcery both, with a couple of field guides from Adventure thrown in, tomes on magic and medicinal marvels.]

All of this, and it's worth so little. [She turns the device around to show her face. She's well-rested, as opposed to the last time she'd contacted the network while binge-studying. There's no brightness this time, no spark of curiosity in her eyes. Instead, her expression one of inerrant focus. She's on a mission, but it weighs on her.] I need perspective. New ones. I was wondering if you all could help me. I'm working on two projects right now, and...I need some outsider's insight.

The first project is...well, it's hard to describe, but there's a slow-acting poison in my world. It can be treated to act even slower, but not nullified. It's less like a spider's venom and more magical, but...well, I'm trying to cure it. If anyone has any knowledge of magical illnesses, forces of corruption, or...oh, anything you think might be relevant, I'd like you to share it. It's, um... [She glances at the books offscreen.] ...bloodborne, if that's useful.

[She seats herself at the table the books are stacked on, her staff clinking lightly as she props it up against the stone wall beside her. The crescent moon tip catches the firelight of a torch nearby, glimmering gold.]

The second is much easier to explain, but, I'm worried its relevance is limited to magic. In my world, demonic and spiritual possession can only be cured by gathering the right amount of mages and materials, and having enough time to kill or drive off the demon in its own realm. Otherwise, the only way is to kill the possessed.

So tell me about possession in your world, and the ways you have to cure it. Maybe something will be useful for my world, too.

[She shifts her weight a little, glancing down as if self-conscious. The click of claws on stone approaches and a dog's whine comes from offscreen. She reaches out of frame to pet the animal, her voice taking on a slower, graver tone.]

I know this sounds like a lot. It is a lot. But I need to do this, I need to succeed. There are innocent lives depending on it. I'd appreciate any help you can give.

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I know something about magic. And about poisons.

Enough to know that I'll need to get a little more specific information to be of much use.

I have trailed over the bright writings, as much as I've had the ability to acquire them. In wake of possession by spirit we call upon our greatest mediums, the maroonblooded spirit speakers, but they leave little impact. The greatest source of gift or curse lay within the sacred scatter relics, the juju, so it is writ. To my mother fuckin knowledge, no demon or being otherwise has cast hold over another without the use of these tools, or through control of mind like those rare cerulean empaths, or the indigo, like myself, bearing the gift of holy chucklevodoo.

[His eyes change for a moment, pupil-less and lit bright. They flash in colors of blue-purple and a vivid pink in rapid succession, distinctly hypnotic and unnerving. He blinks and it is gone. Just a quick demonstration.]

The voodoo of a true ninja is grander than simple psionic, for it provides us divine connection. It is said that the holy chucklevoodoo can reach a greater strength and domain than which we are presently kicking it at, but through great cost. It is fear, you see, that we hold and sense and honor. We help our fellow troll to face their fear and so find strength, but it is written that with all too much, ill can be done. There is rumor within the church that it may alter the very soul, scarring it forever, and thus no attempts have ever been made to try, nor cure.

[A sad thing to say to she when she is so dearly in need of help, but he is not without hope!]

My homie, Sam Wilson, names himself a high demon though. An angel most righteously fearsome, riding upon wings of steel in place of feather. Word and blood on Messiahs he will do no harm despite. He is a friendly angel! He ought know more of possession! [Kurloz beams, quickly going to pass a message to Sam to summon him in here.]

[Of course this is the first thing that pops up when he's settled enough to figure out what's going on and how to minimally work this infernal device. Why wouldn't it be?

It doesn't take him long to ignore the broadcast. Sure, he might have some firsthand insight, and this apparently might not be Thedas, but it's still probably wise to avoid making the first thing he says to anyone here a confession about being a bloody Abomination.

Ironically, that's exactly what makes him return to the feed. That whole bit about "innocent lives" isn't something he can shrug off for longer than a few minutes. Thanks a lot, lady.]

I haven't heard of a cure other than death, but I do know a thing or two about possessions.

[This can't possibly go wrong.]

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