Fandom Town, Saturday Morning (Finale Post Part 1!)

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It would be nice if the team of volunteers who'd taken off for Ingvar were heading unopposed, but nice didn't describe most of the spectres who'd infested the island this week. It definitely didn't apply to the ones who'd been hiding in the Town Hall, spying on their plans. Samara, for instance, had no intention of letting them shut down her source of freedom and toss her back into her cold, dark pit, and she'd broadcast that fact to any ghost on the island who'd listen. They might all be out for themselves, but an army of angry spirits each fighting to protect their own interests -- whether to preserve their well of dark power or to escape in the stolen bodies of the living -- was still an army of angry spirits.

[OOC: The first post, for all your ghost-fighting, possessed-people-herding, sheltering on Holy Ground needs. A post for the Strike Team's adventure, the Kitchen Sink spell, and aftermath will be coming along later!]

Ingvar Islet to Fandom, Saturday

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'Twas the daylight hours in Fandom yet, but clouds had gathered around Ingvar's summit, blocking out the sun. Sometimes thunder struck and illuminated their surroundings; from one angle, you could easily see the lights of Fandom Town just a couple of hundred feet away. But Ingvar itself was dark, all blues and blacks, all grass and trees swaying in the wind casting terrifying shadows on the ground.

Something was howling here. Something hostile. Something that drew on the islet itself.

It would manifest itself in a million ways, because you had roused the dark energy of Ingvar Islet, and it would not be ignored.

( You land on the rocks that make up Ingvar's beach... )

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