Voice.

[outer_npcs]

[It's not quite dawn on Saturday; there's a faint bleaching on the edge of the horizon, but everything is still dark and hazy with a sluggish mist of rain.]

The flood's rising. Washing everything away. There won't be anything but bones left when it's through.

We have to stop it. Have to-

[There's a rustle in the background, and an indistinct male voice saying something that might be 'come away'. A low, grinding distortion picks up, as though something's been pressed over the microphone - perhaps by accident - before the feed cuts out entirely.]

((ooc: There won't be any NPC replies to this, but feel free to discuss or react as you'd like!))

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[Audio]

[professorwolf]

Only in passing.

[As in, he's doffed his hat to her a time or two, but not much more than that.]

She resides in the Vault of Knowledge, most of the time. I'm not entirely certain how much is safe to say over these devices.

[Audio]

[knightoflight]

She's spoken the truth to us before although somewhat veiled.

We should spread word of this warning somehow.

[Audio]

[professorwolf]

And have someone watching for storms at sea.

[Unless it's some kind of metaphor, which is... entirely possible, he supposes. He just hopes not. He rather dislikes metaphors.]

Though I imagine we are not the only ones who will hear this transmission. It is early yet, today.

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[knightoflight]

Yes. And you're right. Still we must think what we can do to prepare.

[Wing frowns, mentally replaying the transmission.] You say she's at this 'Vault'? Have you been there?

[Because it sounds like something has happened. Something dire.]

[Audio]

[professorwolf]

A time or two, yes. It's really just an underground library of sorts. Nem runs it.

[He pauses, considers Wing's size, and admits,]

I'm not entirely certain you would fit... which would probably be why you haven't been. I can go look for her, though.

[So much for getting sleep this morning. Ah, well.]