OOC: If anyone who isn't in the CORR wants to help, feel free to jump in by phone, messenger or kicking the door down.Novatainian Officials were baffled today when a large amount of LSD and similar narcotics were introduced to the national reservoir system earlier this morning. A Press Release from the King's Office urged citizens to remain calm and not drink the water while waiting for the mass hysteria to clear. NISB spokesman characteristically refused to comment.
(Photo of the main reservoir)
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Agent F hung by his wrists off a dank cave wall in the firelight, his uniform and armour ripped to pieces and claw marks all over his body. The red hot poker plunged once more into his gut, searing his flesh, then a magical flame dances across the pole from the handle and set his clothes alight again. The flame was extinguished by a wall of salt smothering the fire and searing the open wounds.
"Why are you doing this?"
"Fun."
"What?"
"Fun, I like having muscular men suspended from my wall."
"That's one hell of a fetish, lady."
"Pfft, sex? Sex is so... Human..."
F's torturer brought her fist up in a lazy arc, shattering his jaw.
"Ooh itch!"
"Oo'er elcome!"
"Ere's oh eed ooh ub it in..."
"Rub it in? That's a great idea!"
"Ot are ooh ooing?"
"Making a gate spell between your chest and Micra's mantle. Before you ask, the answer is fun. I just really like killing you. Drugs in the water supply? Very fun. You were very good to track me, and it gave me a great oportunity to insert one of my men into NISB in your place."
She sighed, "I'm very aware that I've given away a good portion of my plan to you, and you know quite a lot about me. I guess right now you're going to try to escape and get word to your commander? How tiresome."
The spell completed and molten magma began pouring forth, completely destroying the Agent's body in seconds.
"Well, that was fun."
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"Lachlan, Nick, Mel'kat."
"Fides."
"Thank you. I know you've all been putting a lot of work into averting the water crisis. King Gerk has supplied us with enough water to sort us out until MANA can completely extract the drug. There's obviously something going on here, no less than three terror groups have claimed responsibility, but none of them could possibly have the manpower or the magical skill to do this. If this is the work of a fourth terror group, why haven't they claimed responsibility?"
"So the attack was definitely magical in origin?" interrupted the King.
"Yes, Lachlan, but don't get on your high horse yet. Have you heard anything from NISB?"
"F reported no trace to track."
"Anyone else have an idea?"
: Lazy people, The Council of Regional Representatives is meeting to discuss recent terror attacks in Novatainia. A shadowy character has infiltrated NISB upon orders from his even more shadowy mistress who apparently just likes killing things...