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 Posted: Wed Aug 16, 2006 9:35 pm
"Hmm... well first, we're going to need to go over a few things before even thinking of setting out. I'll start with this. How long can you stand without seeing the sky?"
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Posted: Wed Aug 16, 2006 9:39 pm
"I spent twelve years in a prison in my former body. I can handle the dark."
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Posted: Wed Aug 16, 2006 9:50 pm
"Good. So let me discribe the first part of our journey. After we find our target, we'll get out of our boat with the supplies. After a day or so of traveling in normal woods, they begin to tangle over you. Eventually you can't tell night from day, there are no noises. Your very breathing seems to echo. Strange blue rocks are here and there, lighting the area but sucking the energy from the surroundings. The air seems to stand still. That'll be the first stretch of our journey. I'm sure you've experienced something like it, but these woods have away of robbing sense and bravery."
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Posted: Wed Aug 16, 2006 9:51 pm
"Ah. A bad trip. I can handle it."
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Posted: Fri Aug 18, 2006 3:54 pm
"Just prepare your self. I'll be back in a few days, I need to pick some things up. I'll meet you back here when I'm done."
Wickit picks up his hat and heads out the door toward his boat.
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Posted: Sun Aug 20, 2006 3:59 pm
Days pass, the island hideaway is quiet once again as the inhabitant prepares himself for what is to come...
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Posted: Sun Aug 20, 2006 7:29 pm
The doors burst open unexpectadly. A strange form came in with a strange mask and warn out clothing. He held a book and a strange sword on his back. He walked to the table and threw down the book and a piece of cloth.
"I'm back, and I've got presents."
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Posted: Sun Aug 20, 2006 7:36 pm
Warwood turns around, his chest decorated in odd signs.
"Ah, as have I. I found a few good rune scripts that should protect us from the Druids, I have painted a few on myself, as you can see. What have you brought?"
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Posted: Sun Aug 20, 2006 7:48 pm
"Well, first of all I found my old book. The Hoodoo Cook Book I like to call it. It will deffinatly come in handy."
Wickit goes through his side pouch and pulls out a strange thing.
"A mask."
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Posted: Sun Aug 20, 2006 7:50 pm
"A mask, you say?"
Warwood takes the ragged mask and looks it over.
"Seems rather old..."
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Posted: Sun Aug 20, 2006 7:57 pm
"It's a little more then that. My own design actually, couldn't find a proper craftsman so I went to my old book. I'm suprised it's still around, I used to use it ages ago when searching for a cure. That's jinxed leather, along with rooster talons, special feathers and other mojo. It should help us on our journey to the Lost City."
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Posted: Sun Aug 20, 2006 8:01 pm
"Ah. I assume it is going to protect us from the mind controlling druids?"
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Posted: Sun Aug 20, 2006 8:06 pm
"I don't think they have mind control. They do, how ever, have highly hallucinagetic substances and poisens which are far worse then mind control. And I might have been a special case, they let me... live... in a way... but if we were to run into these dark artists again we might not suffer the same fate. Hoodoo is a very strange and forbidden art. I'm fighting fire with fire as the cliche goes, using their own weapons to defend ourselves against illusions and such. Now they will probably still be just as dangerous. I need to do some more research, I was ill prepared and only caught an eye of them before I went out."
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Posted: Sun Aug 20, 2006 8:15 pm
"I see."
Warwood looked over his packed bag and the few books he intended to bring along with him, including his logbook.
"I suppose we should get a goodnights sleep before we head out. When did you plan to leave?"
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Posted: Sun Aug 20, 2006 8:16 pm
Wickit opened his book and began flipping around.
"I would like one more full day before heading out. I have a few things I need to take care of and read up on, and there's the winds which arn't being so friendly at the moment."
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