Trip'n

WATCHER He studied the plant he had brought with him, a deep frown upon his face. He was supposed to eat it and suffer the effects of the hallucinations that would come of it. He had so many ghosts from his past. He didn't care to have them rise from the dead, given life through the poison. But he wanted to gain more strength. More power. The world was changing fast. More and more horses were entering his home. Not all of them would be friendly, many could be powerful. Best to be prepared. And so he had bit the bullet and asked the rift for more power. And it rewarded him with a stupid echo that reduced him to a mute and trials that tested his patience. He was given the tasks of getting drunk, and drugged. It was great. This was by far the simplest task he had been given. But it ranked high as one of the least pleasant. He had made the underwater trek out to the floating keys in order to reduce the chance of anyone finding him in such a weakened state. Taking shelter near the oasis he had taken Aurelia to before she had given birth. He stood in nearly the same spot he had before. He heaved an inward sigh. Best get it over with. Bending down he gingerly picked the plant up and ground it between his teeth. The sour juices flowed over his tongue and down his throat as he swallowed the disgusting plant. He closed his eyes and waited for the effects to take hold. "Talk." You have three choices in Life: Get up, give in, Or give it all you've got!

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Eat a hallucinogenic plant and enjoy (or suffer through) the trip.

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