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    Assailant -- Year 226

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    "But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura


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    [complete]  give me your hoodoo
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    <p class="hex1_quote">dead men tell no tales</p>

    <div class="hex1_message">Her last trip south to the mountain had proven a waste of time. Still, others she spoke to swore of the magic this mountain is capable of, so after some time in Icicle Isle to think, Hexen marches south once more. The spotted mare grumbles to herself as she toils to climb the steep stairway that leads to the top, but perhaps this time the faeries will grant her the power she seeks, something to help her bring might back to Icicle Isle. 

    Finally reaching the top, exhausted and unkempt, Hexen waits.

    ooc: looking to quest for equus sirenum! thank you

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    first failure: https://beqanna.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=26890
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    give me your hoodoo - by Hexen - 06-10-2020, 04:22 PM
    RE: give me your hoodoo - by Wysteria Fairy - 06-11-2020, 07:26 PM



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