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-... Coming Soon ...
+[[Yosi]],
+Something is wrong.
+You were //doing// something.  What was it?
+Your eyes won't focus and your arms feel numb.
+No, that's not right.  Your entire //body// is numb.
+What happened?
+There was something about magical paintings.  There was a man.  He...
+No, it's not him.
+And you are //so// very tired.  Perhaps a short rest.
+Yes.  Sleeping like [[Ash]].
+No, wait.  That was wrong.  [[Ash]] shouldn't have been asleep.
+Something is wrong.
+From your left, something brushes your shoulder.  It triggers a memory flash.
+Tiny legs crawling.  Tiny mouths biting.
+Your heart races.  And then explodes.  The pain doubles you over.
+"Wake up, [[Yosi]]".  His voice is deep... soothing... and familiar.  It chases
+the pain away and restores the world from the darkness you didn't even realize
+was smothering you.
+You look up to see a golden, reptilian head inches from your face. Beyond the
+head, a massive, golden body gleams in a late afternoon sun, checkered with the
+shade from a row of trees.
+Trees?  What happened to the city?  An indistinct thought begins to crawl from
+your memory.  It was Southbay.  There was a painter -- who was also a wizard...
+"I am [[Manorgrax]], [[Yosi]]."  The voice snaps you back to //this// reality.
+The memory drains from your mind as his eyes meet yours.  Two pools of perfect
+molten gold stare unblinking.
+//"The Serpent Kingdom is not yet defeated.  Keep your body clean.  The end of
+Sertrous begins when the two who are one breathe the Dragon's Breath."//
+The words burn your ears.  You flinch from sharp, but small pains as they echo
+over and over.  "Sertrous" (ouch)  "The two who are one" (ouch) "The Dragon's
+Breath" (ouch).
+Over and over, the words tear tiny holes in your mind and body.  At first, they
+are nothing more than pinpricks.  Individually, they would hardly be noticed.
+But over time, they add up.  The discomfort grows into pain.  The pain into
+horror.  The horror into tiny spiders.  Tiny legs crawling.  Tiny mouths biting.
+And then, in a gasp, sensation returns to every inch of your body.  The spiders
+are gone.  [[Manorgrax]] is gone.  The trees and their shade, as well.
+But the words remain -- as does the pain.
+A watching, blue eye peers down from above and the pain begins to subside.
+The eye doesn't blink.  It just stares.  After a few seconds, you realize it is
+painted on a man's robe.  A man you have seen before. Ludvik, the priest in
+Southbay.
+"Welcome back, [[Yosi]].  I am sorry we only seem to meet under such dire
+circumstances."
+You lie on an expensive bed.  Nearby, a dour-looking man observes. "This doesn't
+change our deal," he says to somebody nearby.  "You still must find Imron."
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