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1/11/50 3rd Era (fight)
Found supplies and small critters. Unfortunately, 4 of them died in the confusion.
1/11/50 3rd Era Noon
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1/10/50 3rd Era (Day after Boar Hunt)
I woke up before the first rays of bluelight peeked over the horizon. I got up and walked out of the barn in my robes. I started my meditations as the field and forest came into clear view. Barefoot, I headed west to the treeline and began to drink the dew that had gathered on the leaves in the night. While doing so, I lay my hands on the trees to feel the state of the local orgone. It had returned to the previous days state as it was before the hunt.
After my solitary start, I went back to the barn donned my boots and coat, then headed to "The Drunken Treant". To start my day ordered a cider and sausage stew. As I ate, a thick fog rolled in from the sea.
I wanted to go back to my gardening, but feared what the day might bring after meeting with Wilbur. Seeing that creature... I could hardly refer to it as a boar. I mean, it was a boar, or had been, maybe. Maybe it was a charmed animal, maybe this is a test. Maybe we had stumbled into a patch of spores and imagined more than we saw. I really want it to be a dream... a living rotting vicious boar was not what I imagined the hunt would turn up. I hope no one else has gone missing in the night.
I stretch my legs and begin to walk toward Wilbur Chastain's. I meander and look for any mushrooms that may have grown overnight. We are supposed to meet Wilbur at 10am.
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