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Message: <blockquote data-quote="The Shaman" data-source="post: 1992545" data-attributes="member: 26473">The scent of moist sea air is a new sensation, and Blacktail spends several minutes sniffing the breeze – like the desert after a thunderstorm and yet unlike at the same time – but it is the enormity of the sea itself that overwhelms the shaman.Surely this is the greatest spirit of the waters. Blacktail bares his teeth in greeting and intones a chant of honor and supplication to the sea before him, the rhythmic rattling of his tail accompanying his atonal hisses.After offering his sacrifice, Blacktail studies the village. Where the sea-spirit and its breath arouse a profound sense of awe, the presence of the settlement is little more than a curiosity to the lizardman. The still small voice inside, the odd compulsion to seek out others not of his kind, beckons him enter, however.From the pouch on his belt Blacktail removes a string of stone beads and feathers, a fetish that his aged master had given him years before, a token of peace between strangers. Around the end of his spear he wraps the cord and satisfied with the results moves toward the village, studying its layout and the actions of its inhabitants as he approaches. Spot check: <a href="http://krisinchico.brinkster.net/searchroll.asp?username=BlacktailShaman#145172" target="_blank">23</a></blockquote>