[quote][i][b]Edge of Illuna Forest[/b][/i][/quote]

Hanging out of a tree was the worst ways to wake up, but waking up in general was a pain in the ass. Looking up, or is it down?, Heedy Haw Haw grumbles. He begins to rifle through his gear. Everything seems to be in order! Fantastic! Where is his flask...Flask flask flask AHAH! FLASK! 

Taking a greedy drink, he looks over at the branch. Foot's stuck. At least...fucktons off the ground. Right. Taking aim with his cannon, he pulls the trigger and...nothing. Oh yeah pour first shoot later. Ahem. Heedy Haw Haw pulls off one of the drinks from his tin cap and angles himself, pouring a shot from his already Arcane Cinnamon Fireball Whiskey. He takes aim again, and [b]THOOM![/b]. An impressive fireball lights out of his S.O.B. and connects neatly with the edge of the branch near the base of the tree. Breaking free, he falls down and lands roughly on his back. Didn't seem too bad. But hey, nice and toasty, the tree's on fire. Nothing to worry about. Brushing himself off, adjusting his hat, and noting he had five shots left, he adjusts his S.O.B. again to where he's ready to shoot as he walks! And...off he walks. With a tree on fire behind him. Oh well.

BEAUTIFUL morning however. Is it morning? Fuck it, another drink. Heedy Haw Haw continues to walk down the path. Not even giving a remote care about the potential forest fire he goes about. Perhaps he should get to work on that concoction. Naw. No idea where he is. Again. Wasn't he supposed to be finding something or someone to test his S.O.B. on? The tree was a nice target but basic heavy fire fireballs were not exactly the most ideal tests. Perhaps today would be a good day to try a shot of jagermeister with the S.O.B.