Dave thought he heard something, but just shook his head and started walking toward the center.
Approach the middle. See what's up.
Continue to walk.
You do hear something, and in fact you see that glass orb fellow. But he's very far away and talking very quietly. Kinda rude really. Oh well.
You both walk along towards the center of the field. The grass here is odd. As soon as you step on it, each individual blade of grass shoves back like a tiny finger, jabbing you in the sole of the foot. It makes it a bit hard to walk, but you manage. When you finally reach the center, a small hill with a deep divot on the top that forms a pool from which all the water flows, you see a man. He's sitting in the pool, looking at you sidelong, with an eyebrow raised.
"So, little living things, what is it that you want? No one comes to me unless they want something, after all. If it is the death of others you desire, I'll tell you now that I'll have no part in such a thing. My days of conquest are long behind and death ceased to thrill me long ago."
Go climb a tree.
You place your hand on a tree and then stop, again. You have a strange and distinct feeling that something strange is happening to you. Like Deja Vu crossed with depersonalization. You feel distinct from your body, and you watch events through your eyes like a tv rerun for a show you only half remember. Something far, far away pulls at your mind. Or perhaps...pulls itself towards you?
Burn trees. We have a campfire here nearby, don't we?
Follow my angry little claw-buddy. Cheerfully admire the scenery and relax.
Burn trees. We have a campfire here nearby, don't we?
Burn trees. We have a campfire here nearby, don't we?
Put out the fire as soon as I realize he's doing this.
The little deathclaw and his tag along walk over to Hyenakle's fire and yank a still burning stick out. They're turning around, heading back towards the woods when Hyenankles picks them both up and tosses them into the nearest stream. He returns to the fire and settles down as they sputter about in the water.
Head into the stream. Try forcing myself to adapt to the odd spatial geometry by pure self-confidence while doing so.
You stride confidently into the strange distortion of space and attempt to stare directly at it, forcing your mind to accept it. You stop once the nose bleed begins. That done, you walk through and emerge in the field, clutching your head.
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