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08-31-2003, 06:22 AM
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The group had been walking for a couple of miles when Lammy fell to his knees, he was being contacted by a spirit. The spirit of the Rasin. Blue and purple swirls filled his vision, he couldn't move, he was totally paralysed, he did not even have the power to communicate with the spirit.

"Lammy!" the rasin yelled in a booming voice, "The evil is approaching Mosiac Lines, Geeble must find his way apon his own now, You will come together in the future" Rasin now drew an image into Lammy's head. " This is the sword of Darkon, you will need to claim it from the reaches of Antarran, the ice plains of the continent of Hakka, it alone can protect your group, from the evil's minions of the great shadow" The vision ground to a halt and Lammy fell flat apon his face.

"Lammy what'd you see?" asked Saros

"We must leave Geeble, he will join us again in the future. if we go to join him, our quest will be totally lost, we must head out of Mudos, to Hakka, and Antarran within it. Only the Sword of Darkon can protect us, for the shadow is only the scout for the great darkness about to befall oddworld...."
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