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Marcus returns from Tickle's workshop and now loads Harvey onto his stretcher. If the metalflesh resents the other changelings for apparently standing around rather than lending a hand, he doesn't show it. Turning, he starts trudging back toward the Hollow.
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After Jack uses his Contract, more sparkling bits of Glamour make their way over to the still form of the deceased Winter Queen. Shockingly, those nearest to her body will notice that it begins to move of its own accord. Her perfectly formed chest raises just ever so slightly. Unfortunately, any hopes for Katrin's miraculous recovery are quickly dashed as the changelings realize that this cannot be any form of breathing on her part. Rather than descending upon exhalation, her chest continues to swell and soon appears to stretch her ribcage to the near breaking point.
Everyone needs to roll their Wyrd.
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Barkley's eyes go wide at the sight of Katrin's body swelling like that fat kid in the Wonka movie...
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As Marcus disappears into the gloom with Harvey in tow, the others feel something attempting to rip away some of the powerful emotions that fuel their fae natures. Out of all of the changelings gathered around Katrin's bloated corpse, Abigail alone feels some of her Glamour torn from her. While she feels burning hot claws grip her insides and give a brutal tug, the others simply see a sparkling gust of Glamour waft from her to the deceased Winter Queen.
Abigail loses 1 Glamour.
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Rust clambers up, stunned, angry.
"Forgive me Katrin." Spartan's Spear sings. Rust plunges the weapon into the corpse's prone form.
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Presence
Striking Looks
GoodwillNightfall moves, snapping from his stunned fugue, blocking the spear with a forearm.
"Don't."
Crystal blue eyes glared at Rust for a moment, then he nodded towards the others.
"Go. I'll see to her."
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