w09 walkinbeat
By shamloo on March 1, 2026 11:59 pm
It's been a fortnight since your visit to the wizard. Your feet are heavy with the miles you've put on them to reach the edge of the plains. Few come to this accursed border, why would they? The rich grasses behind you have dwindled into spotty patches of miserable thorny scrub. Before you lies annihilation. They say the deathless evil in the center of this place sucked the very soul of the earth out in its greed. An acrid wind stings your eyes as you peek into your bag. The potion is there, glittering in its crystal bottle. Now is the time.
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