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Wyatt Lightfellow died a long time ago and now I suppose that Jimba is dead as well. Dead and writing in a journal.
Well, what do you know. The last thing I remember is getting my ass handed to me by a group of lunatics out to destroy the world. At least they didn't get my Rune, which I'm sure is in good hands now. I regained consciousness not too long ago, assumed I had gone to the great big castle in the sky, and there's Leknaat who tells me that the world is not as I remember it. Well, everything here looks like the Sindar ruins I died at. It sure looks like the world I knew. I had no idea the afterlife mimicked the world of the living. And I never knew that Leknaat was a messenger of the dead.
I am still amazed as to why she handed me this book, saying I can communicate with others through it. Interesting. So this is how the dead communicate - by writing in a book. Right. That's what I always thought.
Can people really see all this? Oooga-booga boo. I'm afraid I'm not very good at being spooky. But I suppose I have all of eternity to practice. Where are you old buddy? Now that we've both kicked the bucket, we should go and haunt Geddoe - give him the chills. Or rather, we should egg him on - be a sort of cheering squad or something. I'm sure he'd appreciate that.
Well, what do you know. The last thing I remember is getting my ass handed to me by a group of lunatics out to destroy the world. At least they didn't get my Rune, which I'm sure is in good hands now. I regained consciousness not too long ago, assumed I had gone to the great big castle in the sky, and there's Leknaat who tells me that the world is not as I remember it. Well, everything here looks like the Sindar ruins I died at. It sure looks like the world I knew. I had no idea the afterlife mimicked the world of the living. And I never knew that Leknaat was a messenger of the dead.
I am still amazed as to why she handed me this book, saying I can communicate with others through it. Interesting. So this is how the dead communicate - by writing in a book. Right. That's what I always thought.
Can people really see all this? Oooga-booga boo. I'm afraid I'm not very good at being spooky. But I suppose I have all of eternity to practice. Where are you old buddy? Now that we've both kicked the bucket, we should go and haunt Geddoe - give him the chills. Or rather, we should egg him on - be a sort of cheering squad or something. I'm sure he'd appreciate that.