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Claude shook when Karthus addressed Koroza rather than him. He shot a glare at Karthus, but then settled down knowing this wasn't the place to start fighting, "He isn't going to answer. If he did it would be a lie anyways, and ask me next time okay?"

He then listened to Mort, "So this thing is from Piltover? Well what good does this do us? It just tells us that there is bad blood between Zaun and Piltover, that is just common knowledge. What are we suppose to do about it." Suddenly a thought dawned on him, "Hey...alot of this stuff does remind me of Zaun though. Necromancy, deadly traps, and odd experimentation." He heard Kiang stand, "Hey Kiang where is this place exactly? Are we close to Piltover or out in the middle of nowhere?"

I speak up, loudly. There were suddenly thoughts regarding history that ran through my mind like a river. I understand now, from Mort's point of view. I speak with my opinion, "History has much to teach us about the causes of wildlife and natural living beings, being disturbed." I raise my head towards Claude as I keep my solid tone, "The poem that Mort has told us regards one of many things: There is magic being disturbed within Piltover or Zaun. We should have known it all from its lines. The advancement of Piltover's technology has caused this spectral being to move, disturbing the stability of matter and its life from its original habitat.
"The experimentation were caused by the war, 'Now red, from its lands were green', meaning that there has been chaos and slaughter involved. We have seen this on our way, especially remarking the bodies that you and Caitlyn were amongst.
"This place is days from Piltover by horse. I was told to take myself to the Northern Gate and travel the path, without diverging, to the North East. Piltover is too far away. But then from my earlier vision through the window, I must have travelled around a body of water which has separated us from the City-State.
"There are no solutions to this but to find a boat. But then even if we find one, there would certainly be obstacles which we must take on before departing. I suggest finding the armoury and then finding our way around the labyrinth outside for any exits to a dock."

Mort turned to face Li, listening intently as he described what the poem was saying, his brows furrowing in concentration. When he finished, he thought it over, a faint hum in his head, "I think I should keep listening to this anomaly, I can still hear it in my head." Mort suggested, glancing back at the tube.

"I agree with Mort, we have yet to find my book."

Claude sighed, he would much rather escape than sit here and listen to this...thing. They couldn't trust it, but it was from Piltover, so....it just seems like a bad idea to remain in one place any longer. He was letting his last horrible experience in Zaun guide him too much, and he knew that like it or not they were here and had to do something about what is going, "While I'd rather get out of here and come back with help...I imagine that won't happen. We might as well figure out what this thing is trying to hell us."

((My apologies for the rare updates. I have an in-game goal set for my own account, which I work around the clock on, and exams every other day, so I am a bit stressed. But everything is nearly over and slowly coming back to normal now ))

The Anomaly

Mort would soon find that he was somehow building a relationship with the being that dwelled in the Anomaly. The roars would stop, and soon he will hear voices, and the rest of the party would see images of diary entries. It was unknown, the source of the entries, and it would all sound so familiar to them. It spoke in a calm manner. It sounded like an old man, most likely one from Piltover, from its rather intelligent and calm voice, just as a large, spectral piece of paper floated majestically within the glow of the Anomaly. The text appeared, followed by the voice of the man reading it, but there were distortions:

Then the anomaly's voice followed, but it seemed less poetic:

"Is there more that you wish to know?"

Kiang Li

I stand in shock of the diary entry I have found. It was to my surprise that Zamara was probably not cloned--we fought other versions of Caitlyn, all of them looking differently. I stand afraid, knowing that if Claude was cloned, and especially having knowledge that he is possessed, would mean the end for us here in the Manor. We would be obliterated by whatever demon possessed his arm. "It looks like we might need to arm ourselves." I contradict, "I am surprised that Caitlyn was the one cloned, the women we have fought earlier, and not Zamara herself, especially observing their capabilities." I look at Claude's arm, seeing that is colour is changing; it was red from when I found him, the exact same in which it was normal, or so I was informed, but it looks like an eerie blue, a strange colour for any flaming demon. I look back up to Karthus, "But your book does not seem to be here. Where may it be?"

Mort listened in to the Anomaly and read the page as it spoke, heart sinking slightly. Once it finished talking, he turned to the group and looked over them, especially Claude, with concern, "If this is true, we are in a VERY bad situation." He began, "All of us, except you Li, could be clones. And if we don't know where Karthus' book is, who knows what sort of powers this house has now. I for one would like to find out as much information as possible, starting with Caitlyn and if she's still alive."

Karthus thinks deeply for a minute. If we are all potentially clones save Li, and we don't know the full extent of the house's power, there could be clones of the slain group members in opposition to us, or even copies of ourselves." Karthus thinks for anther minute before addressing Li, "Maybe my book is in the armory, for in the proper hands, it is a weapon beyond comprehension. Even I have not yet mastered all its secrets."

(( To the armory! ))

Claude glanced down at his arm, and picked up the glances from everyone else, "Well....yeah arming ourselves sounds good, because I'm tired of a makeshift pickaxe as weapon...no offense." He was getting a little nervous...after all if they had cloned him and Koroza...that would indeed be a problem. The question was...did they get all of Koroza, or just fractions?

"Clones? Really? These pests think they can insult me with mere imitiations!? I'll gut them all! Let ME OUT!" Koroza roared at Claude....apperantly the sedatitive was almost at its limit. Claude glanced down to his arm and rubbed his wrist a little bit...this was starting to become a nervous habit for him.