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  • *personal entry on a Grismaran research tablet*

    TIME: 1319

    Onya contacted me through my datachron at 1300 claiming that Thayd was in trouble. She was so excited and talking fast all I could hear was something about a "chua," "thayd," and "attackmode." When I arrived in the Academy Corner, there was no sign of a Chua, and Onya was rattling off to some Granok. This is the transcript of the conversation I overheard.

    *start of transcript*

    Onya> "did you see the chua?!"
    Granok> "No, what Chua??"
    Onya> *screams excitedly* "There was a chua and he was small, red, and fat. . . at least I think it was a he. . . and he was laughing and dancing. . . and I was able to talk to him. . . He called me TALL!! ME TALL?! It was amazing. And then someone said he must have a deathwish for being here. He jumped up and ran away. I chased after him as fast as I could. By the time I caught up to him, he had died. The turrets got him.
    Granok> *laughing at Onya's excitement* "He called you tall?"
    Onya> "YEAH! I didn't think that was possible!!"
    Granok> "He must've been a stalker to make it in here, safely"
    Onya> *shaking her head no* NO! He had these huge pistols!"
    Granok> "Hmm" *looks away thoughtful* "Spellslinger perhaps? Using his teleporty abilities and such?"
    Onya> "Probably used that fancy dimension shifty thingie!"
    Granok> "I know I couldn't make it into an enemy city with my huge clunkin' metal plates!"


    *end transcript*
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