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<pre><br><b>["The mists of time fade fast through the memories of one's past..."]</b><br><br><br> As the words slipped from the man's mouth Arawn's thoughts were drawn back several months to the conversation he had with Kaylle.<br>Though some time had passed he seemed to recall the faerry mentioning an old story based out of Katai describing Vong-like creatures<br>and an odd misty mountain cave. At the moment he couldn't be sure if he was recalling the story correctly but did wonder if this was<br>the very location and if this cave might be found. <br><br><br><br><br><b>["Sacrifice is a universal cause. Harmony is a privilege. Life ever lasting is a bonus. One must seek the wisdom of the great sphere.<br> One must leave while others seek shelter. To mark the point the protection of the heavens can only support."</b>]<br><br><br> Arawn pondered the man's words, the alfar sensing that the words held great meaning, and may not come from the human's mind but<br>from some other source entirely.<br> As the man released his last breath Arawn said a quiet prayer, for both him, the other humans, and the Vong present in the room,<br>hoping that they would find peace and enlightenment on the other side. After gently laying the man's head on the ground Arawn rose<br>and headed toward the nearby Shapers, looking for any satchels that might contain the orange pills that could be used to save others<br>along with any other useful tools that might come in handy later. Taking what he could find he moved quickly after the others, though<br>not without a final glance to the room, wishing there was time to destroy the growths.<br><br>[Strie'bog glances at Arawn quietly and looks around. His face is even more green and pale even for his half breed green coloring<br> it's unnatural. "That last bit of words?" He pauses and glances back at the body. "The guy was dead."
<br>Arawn stops and stares at the bard. Strie'bog nods, "There was no pulse. I'm confused how he could speak?"]<br><br> "The Vong implants can do much to change a person. We had seen the fire-beetles kill and revive a man so it isn't surprising that<br>something similar could happen here," Arawn replied to the bard. "But I think it might not have been the man speaking, or at least<br>the information did not come from him, not directly at least. I wonder if the implants connected him to another source, perhaps a<br>brain or even the World-Brain we seek.<br> Could it be speaking to us?," the druid mused. "Perhaps. But I think the human-side of him may have given us a glimpse into Vong<br> as a parting gift.<br> We know the Vong live for sacrifice but that harmony and eternal life are desirable to them gives some hope. And the great sphere<br>may be the World Brain but it could be something else entirely. But the latter part of the message may take some work to decipher<br>though I have an idea or two."<br></pre> </div></body>
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