<strong>Name:</strong>GM Post<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>January 1st, 2018<br/><strong>Status:</strong>At the workshop of Lady Calla.<br/><strong>Notes/Triggers:</strong>Party split! Check the Tagging to see where your update is for your character! :) [Muse, you may still roll for Balthazar if you like, though it'll take place after the other rolls]<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Lilisa (TLO), Corrin (Nadir), Balthazar (Muse)<br/><hr/><hr/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Check Results: Lilisa [TheLaughingOne} &amp; Corrin (Nadir)</div><div class="spoiler_body">Someone else <em>clearly</em> was here who was neither Calla or Harald. Why? The front door has certain marks around the lock, implying the door was forced open, but whoever did it tried to cover it up when they left, to a point where they tried to fix the lock and put it back.  There are footprints in certain areas of wetter mud that indicate whoever was present headed to the backyard, though these prints are faint, as if whoever was here had a very light step....<br/><br/><strong>More importantly, there are no footprints indicating this intruder has actually left the area! They may still be here in hiding on the property!</strong><br/></div></div><br/><br/>Checking around the residence revealed little at first--the driveway looked relatively clear, though touching the front door revealed the key to the front door, at least, wasn't necessary, though it was likely the basement would also require the same key.<br/><br/>The backyard revealed, upon inspection, a full forge set up. The trees had been trimmed to keep them clear of the area, but a wooden pavilion of the same dark wood the cabin was made of had been set up with an anvil, oven, and several barrels of water. All around the pavilion were little inscribed runes, embedded pieces of onyx, amethyst, and jade in the wood, and the occasional burn mark, though the image it created was one of a place well-used and occupied often. It was clear that Calla had spent a lot of dangerous time at the forge itself; the anvil held a lot of dings and dents. However, none of her weapons, treasures, or tools were otherwise present; it was likely they were locked up somewhere else, which was sensible.<br/><br/>The pavilion had a certain beauty to it, a certain magical feeling; it was clear from any observer's intuition that this had once been a joyous place, a place Calla had let the true glory of creation, glamour, and change come to life. That feeling hadn't left. This place was still a place of power.