ArcticFox
Dreamer
She walked on, climbing slightly across the dusty Steppes as she heard a screech in the distance behind her and saw a winged shape perching on the platform she just left. A Birdman? Whatever it was, it would not be wise to turn back.
Suddenly, the scrubland in front of her was broken by a small, waist-high wooden post, to which was nailed a written notice. The writing was crabby and difficult, but she was able to partially decipher it.
Stop traveller!
Every wish comes through. For this post marks the grave of the God Bennanga.
Call his name and close your eyes to be blessed forthwith!
- Call the name.
- Cast a spell.
- Walk on.
Suddenly, the scrubland in front of her was broken by a small, waist-high wooden post, to which was nailed a written notice. The writing was crabby and difficult, but she was able to partially decipher it.
Stop traveller!
Every wish comes through. For this post marks the grave of the God Bennanga.
Call his name and close your eyes to be blessed forthwith!
- Call the name.
- Cast a spell.
- Walk on.