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[b]He eventually stops somewhere out in the woods, shuts off his bike, and sits down against it. He watches the sky, eyes scanning over each bright light that cascades the dark background, connecting the dots easily and silently whispering the names of the constellations to himself.[/b] "Sikus, Yuiret, Willow..."
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[b]He nods, and holds out his hand[/b] "James Tyinillee. Not much to say. Grew up normal...ish. My dad was a blacksmith, my mom was a soldier... Anyways. I eventually grew up and became a freelancer. So.... What are you doing out here?"
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"Let me spare you the details the markers are large alien artifacts of great power they can influence the minds of the living and make you go mad and they can raise the dead twisting their flesh making them demonic creatures hell bent on killing everything"
