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**Caladriu** · 04-07-2017, 02:13 PM

Earth
Conditions: Enraged, Watched, Connected (Winnipeg Ramble), Disquieted (North End: Stage 1)
Alembics: Arc (0), Imperatus (0), Weaponize (0), Redirect (0)
Health: OOOOOOOOOO | Willpower: 2/5 | Pyros: 3/12 | Beats: 0/5 | Vitriol Beats: 2/5

Dymond (she hears it as Diamond) isn't such a bad name. Rain's good, too. They're simple, clean, natural-world words that everyone knows. Like Earth!

She gets confused and defensive when Dymond calls her out. "I'm doing the best I can here, alright?" Living the Role is keeping her in balance, so what's the problem? Is she not supposed to practice her new insight into humanity? How is this stupid Pilgrimage even supposed to work?

That's on her mind while she and Mark 5 dig up shrubs. Working with him doesn't suck. This feels more her speed than the dust-up at the parking lot, if she's being honest. She doesn't think of it as working toward the Pilgrimage. It's just...work. And there's no job too big for two golems, wait,what's that moving-

Dymond's Disquieted screaming barely registers. Teeth, tongue, thorny spines, black bile- her guts churn- oh god she made this. It's hers.

Mark 5 seizes the initiative while she's stunned. Using those stony fists, no no no, stupid hero- "Mark, no, it's hungry, it wants you in close!"

Her body sparks as she generates a charge inside herself. She's holding back, hoping she doesn't wreck the garden even worse.

**Arcanist** · 04-07-2017, 02:54 PM

The Garden

Earth and Mark 5

The wooden body of the abomination bends but doesn't break under Mark 5's flurry of fists, and it lets out a creaking warble of outrage, like a stiff breeze rushing through the trees and smashing branches together, creaking and moaning. The Unborn doesn't seem terribly perturbed by the Titan's onslaught, as it simply heaves itself forwards out of its hole, thorned roots clutching at the ground the way a drowning man grabs any plank in a storm. Earth hurls a thunderbolt that chars the creature's hide and sets it smouldering, but that doesn't seem to slow it in the slightest. Thorns dig into the off-balance Titan's limbs as the roots lash at his arms and legs, whipping back with black bile and flesh hanging off the cruel hooks and being threaded through snapping maws that greedily swallow every loose morsel. The creature seems overjoyed at what it tastes, rising up a little on the tentacles, preparing to launch itself forwards. It's tasted the sweet tang of Vitriol in your blood... and it's coming for it.

OOC: The Pandoran attacks Mark 5. Its root-tentacles are a 1L weapon, so Mark 5 takes 3L damage and he is now grappled. The Pandoran also has 2/2 Armour, so after your attacks its Health looks like this:

[B][B][B][ ][ ][ ][ ]

Your move Wormwood and Caladriu

**Wormwood** · 04-07-2017, 06:18 PM

Mark 5
Conditions: Tenacious, Guilty, Inspired
Alembics: Hygeius (0), Motus (0), Unbroken (0), Unconquered (1)
Health: XXXXXXX/OO | Willpower: 2/6 | Pyros: 0/11 | Beats: 1/5 | Vitriol Beats: 3/5
Experiences: 2 I Vitriol Experiences 0

"Mark, no, it's hungry, it wants you in close!"

That so? That's fine with him. Let it try. Iron will not give way to wood, even if its blood-rusted iron.
Its attacks caused pain, like strings of burning fire on his skin, in his flesh - but he was a Titan. It did not debilitate him, it made him feel more of his body. And a Titan aware of his body is a dangerous one. He didn't even attempt to get away from the Pandoran. Rather, he did his best to tear into it, to rip it asunder.

"What are you waiting for? Shoot!"

**Caladriu** · 04-07-2017, 07:46 PM

Earth
Conditions: Enraged, Watched, Connected (Winnipeg Ramble), Disquieted (North End: Stage 1)
Alembics: Arc (0), Imperatus (0), Weaponize (0), Redirect (0)
Health: OOOOOOOOOO | Willpower: 2/5 | Pyros: 2/12 | Beats: 0/5 | Vitriol Beats: 2/5

It's not a vision, a memory, or a horrible dream: Mark 5 is getting eaten. But as long as he's wrestling the thing into submission, she might as well take her shot. Earth shocks the thorny mass again, and hopefully not her throngmate.

**Arcanist** · 04-07-2017, 11:34 PM

The Garden

Earth and Mark 5

The Titan manages to overpower the creature, grabbing onto roots even as the thorns dig into his palms, pummelling it with fists that strike like heavy iron mauls, but the Unborn abomination rises up, roots wrapping around his arms and digging deep, long strips of flesh ripping as slick roots already wet with black bile soak in it some more, limbs carrying flensed sweetmeats into its many waiting mouths and more roots striking just as quickly to replace them. The creature is seemingly crawling up his body now, as the roots dig in, many mouths opening and closing, thorns catching on his clothing. You can feel the roots writhing under your skin, twinning around the bones of your arm and squeezing. It is going to suck every last piece of Pyros from his flesh, and then it's going to crack his corpse for Vitriol once it's done.

Another lightning bolt streaks forwards, blasting away at the Unborn one, Earth's mistake come back to haunt her. It hits hard into its wooden flesh, and she can see it smoulder like charcoal as some lasting damage manages to blast it down. The creature lets out a warbling cry that falls flat as it suddenly goes limp, elongated limbs still embedded in the Titan's flesh. He is free, for the moment, as the creature, starting to calcify around the wounds, flesh flaking away like ash, sits in a daze as it is overwhelmed by the Flux of refined Torment. The largest mouth along its back (if this thing even has a back) spasms. The tongue of balled roots, thorned and slimy, lashes to and fro, and then it tears free, slithering from the back of the Unborn and moving as fast as it can towards the nearest source of Azoth it can find, a trail of black bile, mud, and bubbling Flux leaving a swathe of dead grass in its wake as its flesh glower with heat, still warping and twisting. Slithering towards Earth. She had seen this before, in her Pandoran pack, in the days of Earth-Dies-Screaming, when they were well-fed and exposed to her magnificence. The raw creative energy of Pyros couldn't sit still, it desired to create more life. There were two of them now. It lunges towards her, coiling like a snake, a newfound maw tearing open from one end, eyes starting to open up along its length, beautiful, clear grey eyes. So grey they were almost silver, and glazed over with confusion and uncontrollable hunger. It flops wetly onto the ground, missing by a longshot as Earth flinches back away from it, recoiling, reassessing, gathering its bearings.

OOC: Mark 5 gets a Beat for the Exceptional Success, but it's no dice. The Pandoran kept a hold on him and it inflicts 6L damage, meaning he's at full Lethal and wrapped around into 4A damage. Things aren't looking good for him, but Earth inflicted enough damage to impose the Stunned Tilt (for the next five turns), so Mark 5 is no longer grappled. Get some distance. The new Pandoran doesn't have any Armour at the moment, but it has a full Health track and Initiative 9. So it's getting to act right now. Here's the Pandoran's Health at the moment:

[L][L][B][B][B][B][B]

Caladriu Wormwood Your move again.

**Wormwood** · 04-08-2017, 10:45 AM

Mark 5
Conditions: Tenacious, Guilty, Inspired
Alembics: Hygeius (0), Motus (0), Unbroken (0), Unconquered (1)
Health: AAAAXXXXXX | Willpower: 1/6 | Pyros: 0/11 | Beats: 2/5 | Vitriol Beats: 3/5
Experiences: 2 I Vitriol Experiences 0

Iron was stronger than Wood. But this wasn't wood, this was a Pandoran. To think otherwise, to underestimate it, had been a mistake. A horrible mistake, as Mark 5 realized when all his sapped might could not help him. The Titan's tortured body screamed at him to get away, screamed danger, screamed death. Never had he been this hurt, this much in pain.
This close to an early end. The Pandoran held him in its grasp, ready to devour.
Regret made its presence known again, though this time, he was regretting for his own sake. Then, a spark of hope.
When Earth's lightning struck, he furiously punched at the thing, aware of every fiber in his being. He didn't fight a monster as a Hero. He simply fought as a man trying to survive.

His frantic attempts didn't achieve much, however, and once he realized it didn't have a hold of him any longer, scuttered to get away as far as possible.

**Caladriu** · 04-08-2017, 12:05 PM

Earth
Conditions: Enraged, Watched, Connected (Winnipeg Ramble), Disquieted (North End: Stage 1)
Alembics: Arc (0), Imperatus (0), Weaponize (0), Redirect (0)
Health: OOOOOOOOOO | Willpower: 1/5 | Pyros: 2/12 | Beats: 0/5 | Vitriol Beats: 2/5

For a second there, she hoped the Titan had overpowered the thing with raw strength. But as always, hope is a mistake. She tagged the creature too late to keep it from undergoing division, and now there was a fresh one in a hunger frenzy. And with such beautiful eyes.

At least Mark 5 got the message, finally. She'd never seen him turn and run like that!

She forced more Pyros into her Alembic, and her internal charge built up until her hair was wild with static. Gotta follow the lesson of the Vigilante: follow the code of punishment, even when she risks destroying the things that she's built. The garden's gonna have to be collateral damage.

(and yet she holds back from going full thunderbird. the gardener is more precious to her than the vigilante.)

**Arcanist** · 04-08-2017, 10:47 PM

The Garden

Earth and Mark 5

The Titan, with panic, desperation, and pain, beat on the Unborn that had him limply in its grasp until the thorned roots tore free from his flesh and the thing slumped to the ground. Without his Transmutations, he had no doubt he would be in incredible agony right now, but with his alchemical insight into the body, pain is elevated into controlled bursts of adrenaline. He gets out of the way, moving towards the piles of old, weather-eaten beams that used to form the framework for a garden bed.

The Fury stalks forwards towards her mistake, limply twisting on the ground, roots futilely digging into the mud, maws gaping like a landed fish, struggling to breathe. The newborn creature slithers after her, carefully reassessing and stretching its newfound mouth, opening and closing it, running a tongue that looked more like tar than wood along teeth of thorns, silvery eyes blinking in confusion and wonder and pain. So much pain.

It was h̰̞̻͎̣̲͈̙́̀̑̑̀̏͗͠u͚̝͈̺̲̤̦͗͊͂͛̔̒̃͜͝ṅ̡̖̙̼̥̥̋̾͊̊͐͜͠͠ ͙ḡ̛̛̼̹̰͎̜̼̙͎͆̈̈́̀͠ȑ̥͔̗͙͍̤̠͌̉̓̈́͘̕͠ͅy͈̘̞͎̞͇͂͗͂̄͌͋̕͝ ̮̳

The little creature slithers close, far too close, and Earth vents her rage. The charge gathers, setting her hair whipping about her head in a corona, until she releases it. It is the most measured and controlled use of her Transmutation that she can recall. She has always thrown lightning with the wild abandon of an outraged and particularly touchy god, but this was clean, this was pure, it was controlled. This was her Torment, refined into a white-hot spear, a weapon carefully honed, carefully forged, well-stored and left to build until it could be released. She lets loose, blasting the limply twitching Unborn and smiting the newborn with the full force of her might, its softer flesh charring, fat bubbling like bacon in a pan, skin peeling with a sound like popcorn as superheated air escapes. It writhes in pain, a high-pitched keening escaping as it lies limply in non-Euclidean coils, silvery eyes wide and afraid. A nearby pile of dead brush lights into flame, a small campfire, beautiful, creative.

Cleansing.

OOC: Mark 5 takes another Beat for having damage in his rightmost Health box. The newborn Pandoran took damage in excess of its Stamina and it is Stunned for the next couple of turns. Nothing for Earth to worry about. Their Health, after the two separate attacks, looks like this:

Thorned Unborn: [L][L][L][L][L][B][B] Newborn: [L][L][L][L][ ][ ]

The new fire is Size 2 (Bonfire) Heat +1 (Torch), so it would deal 3L per turn to a human... or 3A per turn to a Promethean or Pandoran. Wormwood Caladriu ball's back in your court.

**Wormwood** · 04-09-2017, 03:18 AM

Mark 5
Conditions: Tenacious, Guilty, Inspired
Alembics: Hygeius (0), Motus (0), Unbroken (0), Unconquered (1)
Health: AAAAXXXXXX | Willpower: 0/6 | Pyros: 0/11 | Beats: 3/5 | Vitriol Beats: 3/5
Experiences: 2 I Vitriol Experiences 0

Once Mark 5 got some distance, he calmed down a little. If only I had recharged, if only I wasn't this stupid... went through his head again and again, throwing him for a loop - until the wood caught fire.
Something inside him went click. He grabbed a log on its unburning end, and forced himself to look at the monsterFace your fearandtook careful aim.
He threw the fireburningwooditwasburningwoodnotfirewith the last of his strength, and sunk to his knees as it arced in it's flight.
The Titan felt exhausted, depleted.

But his aim was true. The wood struck with its burning end.
Despite everything, that got a smile out of him.

**Caladriu** · 04-09-2017, 11:03 AM

Earth
Conditions: Enraged, Watched, Connected (Winnipeg Ramble), Disquieted (North End: Stage 1)
Alembics: Arc (2), Imperatus (0), Weaponize (0), Redirect (0)
Health: OOOOOOOOOO | Willpower: 1/5 | Pyros: 1/12 | Beats: 0/5 | Vitriol Beats: 2/5

Hey, that's not a bad idea. Earth scrambles after the big guy, clutches a sharp branch of burning brush with her bare hands, feels her flesh bubble and her spirit stir, and hurls the makeshift javelin at the newborn.

**Arcanist** · 04-09-2017, 11:55 PM

The Garden

Earth and Mark 5

The Unborn burn in the dirt and the mud, leaving behind nothing but ash. To people on the street attracted by the loud not-quite explosions of Earth's lightning, and the burns on her hands and forearms, with Mark 5 wrapped in a tarp to cover the worst of his injuries, it looks like an accident with accelerant using fairly common protocols for disposing of chaff within the city and outside city limits. Burning is usually the right idea, because it leaves ash that can be churned into the ground, give something back to the soil for next year. Mark 5 is too battered and exhausted to say, or do, much of anything right now, his Alembic and Created constitution basically the only things keeping him conscious. Divine Fire is hard to extinguish. All he can do is reflect on his brush with death and with pain. Earth can't feel her horrifically burnt hands and forearms, damaged more so from the inside out than outside in, as the Pyros in her humours catalyzed explosively in the presence of flame, sending her Azoth into overdrive, burning through her flesh to bring enlightenment and power.

Dymond eventually comes out from the Ross House, bewildered and sweating. "Oh, hey Earth, Mark. I... I don't know what happened, I just had to get out of here, you know? Thought I'd put my panic attack days behind me, but I guess not. Thanks for finishing up and, uh, leaving me to freak out in peace, I guess." The words sound honest but her face has a look of confusion, as if she's missing some critical details. (You are, Dymond. You missed an Unborn monstrosity crawling from the garden.)

OOC: Wormwood now would be the time to go through Mark 5's thought process and decide if he's fulfilled the Soldier Role or not. Earth gains three points of Pyros and a Vitriol Beat. Caladriu if Earth is going to shift to Cuprum, this would be a good time to go through that thought process and philosophical shift. This would be the end of the Interludes up until Haberdasher rejoins and details what Adonis has been up to. Hopefully we'll get to the next Chapter, starting on December 21^st at another Ramble at the Forks.

**Caladriu** · 04-10-2017, 01:11 AM

Earth
Conditions: Enraged, Watched, Connected (Winnipeg Ramble), Disquieted (North End: Stage 1)
Alembics: Arc (2), Imperatus (0), Weaponize (0), Redirect (0)
Health: OOOOOOOOOO | Willpower: 0/5 | Pyros: 4/12 | Beats: 1/5 | Vitriol Beats: 2/5

As the monsters burn, but before any witnesses come, Earth sits silently next to the flames with Mark 5. She lifts her hand, fires her Alembic, and soothing silver lightning crackles out to him like a Tesla coil.

She can't bring herself to come clean about the indirect lacuna, drinking the Vitriol here. She just says: "This was my fault."

For all the work she's put into controlling her Torment, she still has effects on the world that she didn't plan. She doesn't care about herself- how could anyone?- so she doesn't try to do better. But her careless self-loathing almost got her and Mark 5 killed, not to mention wrecking the garden. She's pushed her Torment out. But where was it coming from?

"I'm tired of being pissed off all the time."

She trudges to the center of her newly made zen garden, plops down, and thinks.

So, the world sucks. The past is a wasteland. The Pilgrimage is fool's gold. She'll always be alone in the end. All she has is herself.

Why not get to know her?

**Wormwood** · 04-10-2017, 02:24 AM

Mark 5
Conditions: Tenacious, Guilty, Inspired
Alembics: Hygeius (0), Motus (0), Unbroken (0), Unconquered (0)
Health: AAAAOOOOOO | Willpower: 0/6 | Pyros: 0/11 | Beats: 3/5 | Vitriol Beats: 3/5
Experiences: 2 I Vitriol Experiences 0

The Titan didn't fight the healing. He couldn't have, had he wanted to.
He mumbled his thanks to Earth, and since her comment did not make much sense to him, simply shambled on to a quiet patch of dirt to lay down and rest.... and think.
Never before, not even as a Martyr, had he been this close to his end. To his surprise, it was a dreadful sensation. The idea of not being anymore was, for all the pain and suffering his life was right now, horrifying.
Mark 5, called into the world without his consent, into a life of misery and hate and exclusion, valued his life very, very much.
How, then, could humans throw it away in the name of a mission?
Simple: like himself, they didn't expect their life to end. That happened to other people. Like himself, the promise of glorious fights for justice pulled them in. However, he now knew that fighting monsters is not glorious at all. It is dirty, scary, painful, unseemly and all in all to be avoided. He had always wanted to fight a monster, to prove himself as a Hero (because that's what heroes do, right?!), and now that he did it... it was a bitter and painful experience. He learned something from it, alright, but he didn't experience the uplifting feelings he thought he would.

As a Titan, he had always placed his power as his most important trait.
Now he knew better. A soldier can be as strong as he wants to: just catch him in the right moment, when he is weak and hurt, and he will be easy prey, as will those he cared about. Raw strength is not nearly enough to ensure your own (and other's) safety.
You need to Be Prepared.
Letting his bad conscience get the better of him nearly got himself killed, and who knows what would have happened to Earth after that thing would've fed on prime Titan?
No. The Created's life is dangerous, and people were relying on him now. He was no longer alone, so Mark 5 had to make sure he would life up to that.
This was an important lesson, he could feel it in his core. This is what Iron had to teach him. This is what it meant to be a Soldier: To be ready to fight at all times. That was the secret of how to defend yourself.
But was Iron enough?
He knew that sooner or later he would have to leave the Path he was set upon by his Progenitor. He knew what was left on the path.
And Mark 5 did not feel very exemplary, with his showmanship of panic, self-pity, and recklessness. Maybe it was time to try something new?
But, leaving the (emotional) comfort of Iron? A scary thought.

Other thoughts crept up, too. The Tammuz realized with dread, that his feelings of panic and fear... those were the things his - the Breaker's victims went through, too. The horror of what he did gained a whole new dimension, now that he could empathize with them. However, there was an undeniable thrill in it, something that left all other experiences pale in comparison. A horrific thrill, scary and painful, yet he found himself returning to those thoughts due to some morbid fascination.

What was he to do?
Whatever it was, he was sure it would change everything.
And there was one place where he might get answers. His mentors. Maybe Towne 8 had something that could help him?
The Soldier resolved to go take a look - when he was healed up. When he was prepared. So, he got up and went looking for a source to use.

There had to be more to Heroes than fighting monsters. There just HAD to be.

**ArchonAres** · 04-10-2017, 01:49 PM

Scout
Conditions: Introspective, Informed (Amalgama LTD), Inspired (Azoth), Inspired (Alchemy)
Alembics: Heed the Call (0) Plumb the Fathoms (0) Internalize (0) Weaponize (0)
Health: OOOOOO | Willpower: 3/6 | Pyros: 5/13 | Beats: 0/5 | Vitriol Beats: 4/5
XP: 1 | VXP: 1

Scout had to admit, he'd been few places as amazing as the Millennial Library. When he found Tom, he gave the man his best smile, which wasn't saying much, "Thank you for your assistance in this matter. I have some potentially helpful things, knowledge to share, if you wish it."

cout produced a copy of his own journal. Every note he'd taken on the pilgrimage, the map that Highwinds and later himself, had made of their travels and finds, every Ramble either of them had recorded. It was all within those pages, "Knowledge is for sharing. That is why humans build libraries, isn't it? This is all the knowledge that I have to trade with you- including notes on my Elpis visions, and some interesting analysis of Centimani and Firestorms. If you ever choose Plumbum, this may help you."

It was an offer, but Scout didn't push too hard. People had to make the steps forward on their own. At the very least he hoped that a copy of his journal would be something that Tom would like in trade for the assistance he was offering.

The knowledge he gained was fascinating. He'd understood some of the core tenants of old time alchemy, but the entire chymical wedding piece was something in and of itself. The Order of the Golden and Rosy Cross was most fascinating- perhaps these early alchemists were on to something. He'd been thinking of Olmec as a piece of himself that was removed, but in this light, it made him wonder if perhaps it wasn't removed at all- just not visible from where he now stood, and the Elpis vision had acted as a sort of... mirror that allowed him to see.

No, mirror wasn't the right word. The Firestorm Elpis had been a microscope that allowed him to exam himself from without. Humans sometimes spoke of out of body experiences. Was that what he was having in that moment? It was plausible. Especially with all the talk of the Chymical Wedding he was reading about. Much of what was said also reminded him of his current condition. Being a single person of two bodies with the divine fire inside... the only difference was that the divine fire burned instead of a soul, and granted him alchemical prowess. He shook his head. Tom's voice brought him forth from reverie.

"Social alchemy... fascinating. Thank you so much Tom." He reached out and put a hand on Tom's shoulder, "I have looked within for so long, it is hard to look without at times. But I know someone who's good at this sort of thing. I will send you notes on any insights I achieve post-haste."

He shouldn't have been so worked up over Tom handing over his own journal but... no one had ever given Scout anything before. Much less such a work of art as this book. The copy of his journal felt so barren now, looking over Tom's sketches. He gave Tom an awkward hug, then straightened up, "Thank you, Tom. I'll forward any other notes I have to this library. I'll mention you and the Library at the next ramble- perhaps in time, we can create our own secret little library within a library. That would be... nice."

**Arcanist** · 04-13-2017, 10:55 AM

The Forks

Evening- Wednesday December 21^st

The Ramble normally gathers on Friday nights, but the Winter Solstice is a special date for the Created. It's been passed word of mouth and in Pilgrim Marks from Created to Created across the city. Special meeting, come if you can. The Created have no religious observances beyond those they put together themselves, they have no unifying faith or creed, they have the philosophies of the Refinements to help identify kindred spirits, and they have the tenuous tangled family trees of Lineage to look back on. But still, the turn of the earth around the sun means something to them. All of them know that the sun is a symbol of the Flame Immortal, and of the New Dawn. They feel their humours invigorate whenever dawn breaks. But as winter deepens, the nights lengthen, and the Saturnine Night seems deeper and blacker than ever.

There is comfort to be found in fellow Pilgrims. Azothic candles shining into the darkness.

Winter has finally come to the (in)famously frigid city. The many rivers are frozen over, snow blankets the city. Night has already fallen, and the pale purples and deep blues of twilight colour the night sky, the moon shining luminously silver behind a pale shroud of clouds. The cityscape seems to glow from the distant vantage point of the riverbank, the heat of people living and working streaming bright mist into the heavens. A few stars, bright enough to be seen above the blazing bonfire of humanity, wink down. Rigel, brightest star of Orion, is framed by the southwest armature, and the aeolian harp moans with a different pitch, the metal frigid with frost.

You can see Satin in the crowd, wearing a heavy winter coat. Antique keys have been tied anywhere they could fit, and when the sleeves ride up you can still see the ribbons, different coloured ones than before, wrapped around their arms. A necklace of strange and various charms are around their neck, and the mist that is always around them seems thicker due to the cold, and you think you can see... things... moving through it. They offer a crooked smile and wave to Earth.

Sitting cross-legged in the snow with the other Tammuz is Tom Barebones, wearing precisely what Scout last saw him in, except he is wearing a heavy sweater now, and more scarves. The coat seems thicker, as if it has been stuffed with something. You can see him, scribbling away on a smaller notepad (nothing so precious as his sketchbook) testing out sentences, listening to his tape recorder, and when he's filled a page, tearing it out and stuffing it in the lining of his jacket. Tom is warming himself with words.

When someone is ready, they will speak, but for now, the Ramble is enjoying each other's company. If there is news to share, it can wait until after they've cast light into the Saturnine Night, and offered what comfort they can.

OOC: Everyone has completely refreshed their Pyros and Willpower pools, and are fully healed. Mark 5 has gained a dot of Pilgrimage and a Vitriol Experience. Wormwood you can choose another Alembic from Vitality and another Alembic from Corporeum.

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