Yisoras crouches down in a position of supplication, reverently touching the ground.

<619/619 553/553 509 12358xp(1 PM)(wilderness)(tipsy)> sa Those seeds aren'
Dilique says 'I am not learning well here for some reason, prehaps I am too young'

<619/619 553/553 509 12358xp(1 PM)(wilderness)(tipsy)> sa Those seeds aren't
A surge of well-being fills the air as the World responds to Yisoras.
A ripple in the ground spreads slowly away from where Yisoras kneels.

<619/619 553/553 509 12358xp(1 PM)(wilderness)(tipsy)> sa Those seeds aren't
The hungry World swallows up the burnt corpse of an owlbear.

<619/619 553/553 509 12358xp(1 PM)(wilderness)(tipsy)> sa Those seeds aren't doing m
Dilique says 'It is not ful yet'

<619/619 553/553 509 12358xp(1 PM)(wilderness)(tipsy)> sa Those seeds aren't doing much.
You say 'Those seeds aren't doing much.'

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A Path in the Wood
The path winds on through the forest, heading in a general northeastern
direction. The enormous trees called "GiantsThumbs" by the locals obscure
all vision past twenty or so feet on either side of the trail. The padded
forest floor gives way ever so slightly underfoot. A gentle breeze
whistles through the dark forest and birds chirp far overhead. You get
the distinct impression that you're being watched. The forest stretches
out in all directions around you and disappears into darkness.


The torn-out heart of an owlbear is lying here.
The lingering odor of charred fur and ozone hangs over the corpse of an owlbear.
The sliced-off leg of an owlbear is lying here.
The charred corpse of an owlbear is here, the flesh blackened and cracked.
A crude water skin made from the burnt corpse of an owlbear is lying here.
A cured hide sack made from the burnt corpse of an owlbear is lying here.


It only did one corpse, shouldn't it do all of them?


A small pile of feathers from an owlbear lies here.
Yisoras is here.
Dilique is here.

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