<html><body><div style="color:#000; background-color:#fff; font-family:times new roman, new york, times, serif;font-size:12pt"><div><span>Jareena feels her mind begin to wander due to the fumes, but tries to remember their job in coming here (Dedicated 17 from the Ernalda the Healer keyoword.)</span></div><div><span></span> </div><div><span>I'm afraid I've forgotten if our followers are with
us.</span></div><div><span></span> </div><div><span> &nb
sp; Mark Mohrfield</span></div><div><br></div> <div style="font-family: times new roman, new york, times, serif; font-size: 12pt;"> <div style="font-family: times new roman, new york, times, serif; font-size: 12pt;"> <div dir="ltr"> <font size="2" face="Arial"> <div style="margin: 5px 0px; padding: 0px; border: 1px solid rgb(204, 204, 204); height: 0px; line-height: 0; font-size: 0px;" class="hr" contentEditable="false" readonly="true"></div> <b><span style="font-weight: bold;">From:</span></b> "lev@mimesisrpg.com" <lev@mimesisrpg.com><br> <b><span style="font-weight: bold;">To:</span></b> HeroQuest Glorantha <ignorance@mimesisrpg.com> <br> <b><span style="font-weight: bold;">Sent:</span></b> Monday, February 13, 2012 7:30
AM<br> <b><span style="font-weight: bold;">Subject:</span></b> [HQ Ignorance] Scene 128: The Wizard of Puppetland<br> </font> </div> By the third level, it was clear to the Fellowship that they were being<br>followed. Flickers of shadow, hauting calls ever closer. Several ghosts at<br>the very least were following them. Instead of dust in the air the acrid<br>smell had grown stronger, and was now as thick as a mist itself. Members<br>of the Fellowship began to feel increasingly light-headed.<br><br>[OOC: Everyone will need to resist the effects of this drug; please make<br>suggestions of what abilities you wish to use]<br><br><br><br><br> </div> </div> </div></body></html>