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[center]Campsite-We're Going On An Adventure[/center]
[center][color=fff200]Fionn Harken[/color][/center] 

An interesting look into what effect orbital mechanics and frequent interplanetary jumps could have on an unprepared interstellar traveler. Fionn didn't think he had ever met anyone so thoroughly lost before.

It didn't seem to bother Nakreyya though. She was where she was and the Elf did her best to survive no matter how strange and unknown the world. Most people would have died long ago had they been placed in her position.

It was hard not to admire her.

[color=fff200]"If someone offered you the chance to go home, would you take it?"[/color]


[center]Wesville-We're Going On An Adventure[/center]

[color=fff200]"Leave the horse to me."[/color] Fionn said to the old Oracle just before someone else entered the wagon. It was a woman, good quality clothes and fairly fit. Not enough weapons to be a normal adventurer though, perhaps a mage of some kind?

There was something off about her though. It was like a bad smell had suddenly wafted through the open door of the wagon. Only instead of his nose Fionn felt it in his soul. The part of him that he used to reach out and work the forces of the universe.

The feeling dragged forth a particularly unpleasant set of memories.

[color=9e0b0f]Blood painted metal walls. Dozens of bodies laying broken and scattered across the chamber. A horned face staring at him from the middle of a grisly pentagram.[/color]

[color=fff200]"Oh, hello. Are you here to see the oracle as well? "[/color] He strode forward and offered his hand. [color=fff200]" My name is Fionn. Might I ask yours?"[/color]