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Sparrow had not ever been on the Isle of Death before - but now he stepped through the portal and into the unfamiliar setting, his bag slung over his shoulder. It smelled strongly of metal - a hot, thick scent that wafted across the island and filled every crack and every ounce of the air. Sparrow lifted a hand, fingers brushing over his mouth as he wrinkled his nose. Here it was dark and black and cold, everything extraordinarily and distinctly unwelcoming. It was nothing like the warm, sandy deserts of the Isle of Famine, or the thick, lush green plants and gnarled brown trees of the Isle of War. In fact, as Sparrow walked slowly around, his eyes roaming the sites, he was beginning to wonder if he had made a mistake in coming here after all.

But he was not about to back down now, and with a determined look on his face, made his way form the portal room.


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"Yeah," he said. "My best friend just ran off with her boilfriend--plus she's too likely to go splashing around in the lava for my taste anyway. So... lead the way," he told her. "Since you've been here before."

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Edel entered through the portal, finding herself in the unfamiliar Isle of Death. Quickly looking around her at her surroundings, the ghoul didn't need to guess too hard to figure out where Danny had gone. And most certainly, that wouldn't be where she would be heading. The frost demon took out her phone and sent a quick text to Moure.

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Text to Moure: I'll be at the Temple, see you there?

Tucking her phone away, the ghoul started on her way to the Temple of Guidance, away from the pyre and molten rock. To think that the Isle of War was hot and the Isle of Famine hotter ....

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The slimer found what he expected; the lack of life. He shuddered. Even with the heat of molten rack speeding through the chasms and off the rock cliffs, and welcoming with its warm embrace, the slimer shuddered. It reminded him of the stillness of death. He had dissipated before, and feared the feeling, or lack of it.

It was one of the reasons why he chose to visit this Isle. He wanted to face his fear. He studied life. He painted them. He sculpted them. He read them in books. But he had always stayed away from the topic of death.

This was a good time and place to face it.

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Calder came through the portal and was returned to the place he had spent the last week. Stretching his arms and looking about before Amrita went down to the heart of why she wanted to come here.

"You mean....like during what was said when we were at the trials?" He asked Amrita, suddenly more interested than just walking about. "I've been to the library. I only saw log books with numbers, but...I wasn't really looking hard." He couldn't believe he missed a book like that. Wouldn't it have stood out more?

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Aymet let go of Amrita's hand once they were through the portal. In an equally quiet voice, he commented, "I don't get what the deal is with 1999. Can you fill me in on the way?"

"The library is this way," he gestured. He took off, unaware.

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Flipping his eyephone nervously over in his palm, he followed another group of students as if on autopilot, lost in his thoughts. Surely the horsemen had everything under control...?

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