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VANARA
[The room you are in smells like burnt wood and sulfur. The room itself seems uncomfortably hot, but not unbearably so.]
[It's a relatively plain room, with beige wallpaper and a white tile floor. The lights above you are tinted red, and they flicker on and off in regular intervals. There's an old timey wood burning oven affixed to the wall in front of you. Inside the hearth a fire burns, the flames licking and dancing around wooden logs. In a circle, positioned on the other three walls of the room, are seven different doors. Each door has a nameplate on it with the following words written in fancy lettering:]
LUST
GLUTTONY
GREED
PRIDE
WRATH
SLOTH
ENVY
[It's a relatively plain room, with beige wallpaper and a white tile floor. The lights above you are tinted red, and they flicker on and off in regular intervals. There's an old timey wood burning oven affixed to the wall in front of you. Inside the hearth a fire burns, the flames licking and dancing around wooden logs. In a circle, positioned on the other three walls of the room, are seven different doors. Each door has a nameplate on it with the following words written in fancy lettering:]
GLUTTONY
GREED
PRIDE
WRATH
SLOTH
ENVY
Re: Decision
Medusa + Nemean are gonna SUFFOCATE
Re: Decision
[Someone else's life flashes before your eyes. There is one man and one woman standing in what looks to be a lavish castle bedroom. The man is dressed in black robes-- he speaks with power and arrogance. The woman is dressed in what seems to be ragged servant's clothing. She speaks meekly]
Sir. . . love potions are strictly prohibited by the Magician's Counsel Code, Rule Number 573. I don't think you should--
[The man in black robes interjects with a wave of his hand]
Ridiculous. Don't bore me with such trivialities. If the Counsel wishes to stop me, I'd like to see them come here and do it in person. Bring me the ingredients so I may brew this potion posthaste, Melinda.
[The servant bows meekly]
Yes, sir. . .
[And the memory fades]