muldran

Everything was quiet.

Muldran sat in the room in the Shadow Order building. He stared out of the window, after writing his report.

Following Taggart's disappearance, the Court had arrested Muldran - arrested him! - and placed him under isolation in a room, commanding him to write a report and leave nothing out, about his part in this black-box trouble.

As he wrote, Muldran reaslised that there were many things that he'd just not thought to tell his friends and confidants - and how things had become completely out of control.

The presence within the boxes - the thing from outside - had been shattered when the boxes were split... But then something else - something unexpected - had found its way inside, and had started to influence those posesssing the boxes, making them want, need and desire to reunite the boxes.

Out of all of them, Taggart seemed the most affected, although why this was, Muldran didn't know. Something in his past, perhaps? If one was going to gather all the boxes - it would be him...

Muldran looked down at the newspaper in his hands, reading the report of something being built in Moonglow and...

What? A Blackrock detector? The Ruling Council were taking him seriously! Letting out a whoop of glee, Muldran rocked backwards in the chair, nearly tipping himself into the fire. Balancing himself by wheeling his arms in the air, he chuckled.

There was a way! Now he had to work out how to get all those who had a box to the location of the Blackrock Detector... And then work out how to use the Detector to...

There was a knock at the door. Muldran stood up as the Court filed into the room, to pass judgement on him... He hoped he'd still be able to fix this problem!

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