On the night of Day 13 of Spring, year 538, I was hunting solo in the
south forest for coins. I let my health slip a little too much and fell
to a fairly fierce bolok. As I lay fallen, waiting for a healer to come,
the strange and enigmatic Minx came to peer at me. He said "poor
poor sylvan... " and started to float away. Knowing of Minx's fascination
with death -- he has visited and observed many fallen exiles in Lok'groton
-- I yelled "wait!!! Minx! what have you learned of death?"
He returned
and spoke to me a bit. Below is the content of our conversation, with
some of my notes and questions.
Althea of Redwood,
Day
17 of Spring, Year 538.
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Minx
begins
to speak.
It's
interesting that he spoke of travelling beyond these lands with
magic...
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Minx
responds to my question "and what did you learn?"
Apparently
in other places, the races do not fall; they die. Indeed, pre-exile,
many of us have seen loved ones perish.
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What does this mean
for those holding tickets to Peaceton?
What does this mean
for those exiles we believe to have died while in Exile?
Does Minx know the
answer to this?
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If
this power is indeed weakening, what does the future hold? |
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Where
does the power to fall instead of die reside? Is it a function of
the alter? Perhaps Hekkus knows... if he will still speak to us... |
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Minx
responds to my question of why the power is weakening and what the
source of this power is. |
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Minx
prepares to take his leave of me. We must look for his return. My
head is spinning with questions. |
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