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-Although The two skunks were reunited, Something else was in Grigori’s mind when the name “Furtivo” came to fruition-

Grigori: “I think i have met this person before... but alas, as i was escorting him to the quarrys on the far side of Corvidholme, i think he was taken by something of... irrefutable opposition.”

-to shade and fade, Skinnet looked alot older, as if some time wave hit him square in the face and turned him to his late thirties. Although his body looked ragged and wounded, Skinnet still held a warm, mellow smile in his face-

Grigori: “However, i want extra hands to help me in this wretched abandoned town! I have many objects to take care of on my plate. I still want that skunk, as well as his duaghter, still with me. None of you can survive in the outlands as much as this brave skunk!” -he said, looking adamant about it-

-then, Grigori knelt down and began pray about this entire abandoned raven town.-

Grigori: ”Iniquity’s snares are cunning, but by the light of lights; mine are greater still. Woe to all, for our dwelling place is distant, and we wander through the domiciles of Chaos! My power was lost in places which where not mine. Affliction besought me, and the merciless ones attacked me without cause. Although they call me crazy, I care not, for thou art my helper, my strength, and my saviour. Thy will be done oh light of lights, I bless the glory of thy greatness through the day and through the darkness of this night. I pray do never turn away thy light, give heed to me, and spring thy traps upon mine enemies, when I cry out to thee! For it was said, they had become like those peculiar demons, which dwell in matter but in whom no light may be found. Turn not thy face away from me; incline thy ear and hear me! When I shall cry to thee in my affliction. For the days of my life have vanished like smoke, and my bones are parched like ash, and let all my impurities be as… fuel for that fire! Until nothing remains, but the Light alone. From the voice of my groaning my bone has cleaved to my flesh. For my soul is filled with evil, and like this place, must be purged. For the dead know no sleep in their graves, nor dost thou remember them, until they are destroyed through thy hands. I have been laid down in a pit of darknesses and the shadow of death. And thy anger has pressed down upon me; and all thy cares have come down upon me. And from this bed I cry out for the kindling of thy Light! And what terrible wonders are these those hast done among the dead. What shades rise to confess thee, and what specters shall know thee by thy name? Oh, light may thy name be spoken in the graves, and spelled in bones and ashes. Thy rages have come down upon me, and thy pains have agitated me. Judge those who do injustice to me, fight with those who fight with me! Take hold of a weapon, a shield, and rise to help me! Draw for the sword, and sheath it in those who afflict me, say to my soul, I am thy salvation. May they become like dust before the wind; may the angel of the Lord Cavora pursue them. May their paths become dark and slippery; and may the angel of the Lord Cavora afflict them. May the snare that they do not know come to them, and may the net they have hidden for me catch them in my place.”

Father Grigori: “Something tells me he was dragged into the underworld of the outlands...”

-Skünkeltia the. piped up about something her father -

Skünkeltia: “Furtivo was taken by yucky crawlers and is being held in captivity in some underground cave city!” -she squealed-

Skinnet: “Possibly... in this so-called “Cave 17” i’ve heard from escorting members of this mysterious outland rebellion group named the “Forgotten”... i dunno who they are... but... it seems odd to me that these crawlers would capture a fox we have known so long... and that for him to be held up in some subterranean city...”