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Septumus continued his way back to one of his many campsites hidden
in the woods surrounding the Duchy. When he arrived it was obvious
that someone or something had stumbled in and found the error of
that choice. Half of a human foot was left inside a bear trap that
had been laid out and camoflauged in the only visable entrance to
the campsite. A trail of blood went from there and to the left,
disappearing into the woods. The wolves would find him surely, or
the orcs, they could smell blood as well. Septumus took the
nessecary measures to cover the smell himself, turning the dirt over
in each of the areas where blood had pooled, burying it.
Septumus rebuilt his camp as much as was needed to be comfortable for
the next few nights and then sat down. He looked at his pouch for a
few moments and then pulled out the polished stone sphere. He held
it in his hands, a look on his face almost that of a child with a
new toy. Septumus set it down on the stump in front of him, wanting
to try it out but yet ... not.
Curiosity overcame him and he grabbed it off the log. Holding it
between his forefinger and thumb he stared into it. The colors
swirled around, changing and going darker before eventually forming
a vortex inside. The person this device had been attuned to
suddenly appeared in the center of the stone. Septumus watched him
for several minutes. After not seeing anything interesting at the
time he dropped it back into his pouch. He was pleased, it had
worked just like he wanted.
Now he could begin...
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I have centuries to discover the things that make you whimper and millennia to make you enjoy them.
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