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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Deuce Traveler" data-source="post: 5976346" data-attributes="member: 34958">You follow your two guides, called respectively Myconid and Myconid.  For under two miles you walk under the canopy of heavy, humid foliage.  The trees seem off somehow, with yellowed leaves and easily crumbling bark.  It is explained to you that the soil is sickly and is resulting in a dwindling forest, leaving even the Myconid people smaller in stature.  Other parts of the land are complete or near complete wastelands, as even you can attest.  Once you hear the sound of a glider, and briefly glimpse through pockmarked leaves something flying overhead.  You suppose you remained undetected, however, as the flyer does not return.At the end of your walk you find yourselves in the heart of the forest, where the trees rise to an unheard of twenty feet in height.  A few dozen of the mushroom people appear, all calling themselves Myconid.  They speak excitedly, all swarming to put strange, fingerless hands upon Arkos.  The Creator!  He has returned! Born anew!  Giver of life!"Eventually your guides calm the multitude down and explain your destination.  Although they call this elder Myconid by the same name as the others, the crowd seems to understand who you are to see.  An inflection in the way the voice is spoken, perhaps?  Arkos and Mellisande can't help but ponder at such an intellectual level, while Lealani wonders about their societal, group and personal interactions.The elder Myconid, called Myconid by his fellows and by the Old Obstinate One by humans long ago, is a dull gray and giant creature.  He leans against several straining trees and sits motionless, making you wonder whether or not he is dead or deep in sleep.  Finally one of his smaller fellows pokes him, making him shudder awake while the situation is explained.  Two large, yellow orbs appear as eyelids flutter open and his attention focuses slowly upon the heroes.  In a deep, slow voice he says, "You who are called Arkos.  You have killed the Three Attendants and we have given you shelter.  If you are the Gods returned, then we have done our duty.  If not, we have risked our last days of existence for nothing and you will bring us a meaningless death at the hands of the Enemy.  I see you and you indeed look like the Creator, who called himself Jacques d'Arc.  But you also do not look like him.  Indeed this is a mystery.  Perhaps you are Jack of the Ark, as I am Myconid.  Come closer as you and your companions tell me your tale.  Come and let us solve this puzzle together, for I was the first of the Ark project, Myconid-000, and remember much."</blockquote>

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