The room feels muffled, like you pulled your hat over your ears. Outside, it is cold and windy, but you're inside, and it feels safe and warm.
Physique
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The room feels muffled, like you pulled your hat over your ears. Outside, it is cold and windy, but you're inside, and it feels safe and warm.
In a small shack in the fishing village, a baroque heater hums quietly, emanating a sense of comforting warmth. A washbasin lies on the table, the water inside reflecting the sombre face of the world.
Far to the southeast, two men and a woman dress themselves in ceramic armour. A shortwave radio hisses on the windowsill. One makes a salute. The other downs a drink. Weapons under the bed...
Westward, across the canal, towers the Whirling-in-Rags. Door #1 on the second floor is locked, behind it lies a trashed room. One floor below, behind a counter, stands an irritable man.
The cool damp of the city has penetrated to your very marrow. Summer is a long way away.
The streets ran red with blood. Dust swirled above the ruins. The pressure change from artillery fire ripped people apart in the top floors of the building above you...
West, in the Grand Couron Arena, a sharp overhand left from Arsène-Luc Edelbrock, sends the Samaran heavyweight champion, Kostya 'Mjasnok' Koštunica, flying to the mat. The crowd goes wild. Revachol loves her heroes.
On the catwalk above the shipping containers, a broad-shouldered man jerks his head up. "That Cuno? Cop's getting killed out there." The tattooed Mesque next to him smiles. "That's Cuno alright!"
Windows are being opened. On Rue Saint-Cispare, people are turning their heads. An elderly woman puts down her grocery bags in front of the Frittte store and listens. Somewhere behind her, the gates of the industrial harbour are raised.
A cold comes over you as you glance behind him -- at the crumbling colossus there, casting a shadow on you.
The winds are silent. The streets are empty of her. She is no longer in the city of Revachol.
The winds are silent. The streets are empty of her. She is no longer in the city of Revachol.