The Spirit World

6th of Flamerule,



As the Brandar O'Dule arises from his restless nights sleep he gazes through blurry eyes at the site of Glok sucking the juices from the pealed remains of raw rabit flesh, Glok smiling back with bits of carcass and coagulated fat dripping off his chin. Glok grunting with an out stretched flick of his wrist throws the other half of the meal at Brandar's feet as he licks and slurrps the blood off his fingers, his body language telling Brandar he should eat.

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Slowly swiveling his head to the direction of the noise that awoke him in the first place, his vision still playing tricks on him as he notices Kulin grasping a squirl and talking to it as if it were a pet. Still trying to shake off the remains of sleep stuck in the croners of his eyes his visions clears on a familiar site.

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Dark Man, standing in perfect pose, a warriors pose, his back to the rising sun, a twisted leafless tree bone white aginst the back of his black skin, slowly shifting from one stance to another in what apears to be a slow dance of limbs contorting into impossible angles and then snapping back with lightning speed to once again the same pose he started in. Realizing that he is no longer in the "spirit world", Brandar stands, slams his fist into his palm, looks to the eclectic band of people around him and says, "I want to challange that giant!"

The journey continues...