Irradiated Wasteland - The Sanctum of Dust, Drider

Malkeizathek stares forward blankly for several seconds, his gaze vacant and empty from beneath his rigid, iron crown. The drider will begin to feel the bitter liquid seep lower through their system, the cold creating an uncomfortable sensation as it pours down into their innards, infecting veins, devouring organs, dissolving flesh.

The pain is indescribable, as if rotting away from the inside at an impossibly rapid pace. The lich steps backwards, gesturing towards the obelisk at the center of the chamber.








Irradiated Wasteland- Sanctum of Dust, Elf

The lich stares forward blankly for several seconds, his gaze vacant and empty from beneath his rigid, iron crown. Finally, once she finishes her chalice, the undead wizard steps aside, cloak dragging across the ash-covered floor. The elf will begin to feel the bitter liquid seep lower through her system, the cold creating an uncomfortable sensation as it pours down into her innards, infecting veins, devouring organs, dissolving flesh.

The pain is indescribable, as if rotting away from the inside at an impossibly rapid pace. The lich steps backwards, gesturing towards the obelisk at the center of the chamber.








[Conference Z - Field Facility]

As Anika rushes into the enormous tent hidden below the tall hill, she'll find herself within what appears to be some sort of medical facility. Men and women in ominous gray coats and medical masks take notes and observe various activities, monitoring a row of sinister-looking tanks or taking notes as doctors perform unusual surgeries within sterile, plastic structures within.

The walls themselves are flanked by dozens of tables filled with alchemical and scientific equipment, and several sick-looking citizens sit within chairs against a wall.

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Of more immediate concern, a number of armed guards direct their firearms towards Anika, one of which calls out.

"No sudden moves! This is a quarantined zone, and you have intruded on private property!"