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	You hear the sounds of your pursuers, disappearing into the distance. Somewhere in the confusion, the little Minimite falls behind and you lose her. An unexpected bonus. You make your way once more along the path, lifting a prayer of thanks to your Spirit. You feel a great calm and well-being overcome you.		You hear the sounds of your pursuers, disappearing into the distance. Somewhere in the confusion, the little Minimite falls behind and you lose her. An unexpected bonus. You make your way once more along the path, lifting a prayer of thanks to your Spirit. You feel a great calm and well-being overcome you.

-	The path winds away between the hills and soon you are on a downward slope, away from the Smutititty Hills, through stepped rice fields. As you walk, you feel the peace and emptiness of the wasteland for the first time. Enough of these villages, with their petty squabbles and nasty inns. You can lose ~~youreself~~ in the business of Forplé and beyond that, there is nothing but the true emptiness of the Jaklands.	+	The path winds away between the hills and soon you are on a downward slope, away from the Smutititty Hills, through stepped rice fields. As you walk, you feel the peace and emptiness of the wasteland for the first time. Enough of these villages, with their petty squabbles and nasty inns. You can lose yourself in the business of Forplé and beyond that, there is nothing but the true emptiness of the Jaklands.

	In the distance rises the wall of a great city; the first true stonework you can seen since you left home.		In the distance rises the wall of a great city; the first true stonework you can seen since you left home.

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You race forward between the trees, trying to put distance between you and them. The going is getting harder and the forest is getting darker. No time to lose. You don't slow down.

You hear the sounds of your pursuers, disappearing into the distance. Somewhere in the confusion, the little Minimite falls behind and you lose her. An unexpected bonus. You make your way once more along the path, lifting a prayer of thanks to your Spirit. You feel a great calm and well-being overcome you.

The path winds away between the hills and soon you are on a downward slope, away from the Smutititty Hills, through stepped rice fields. As you walk, you feel the peace and emptiness of the wasteland for the first time. Enough of these villages, with their petty squabbles and nasty inns. You can lose youreself in the business of Forplé and beyond that, there is nothing but the true emptiness of the Jaklands.

In the distance rises the wall of a great city; the first true stonework you can seen since you left home.

'''Your journey through the Smutititty Hills is completed!'''
*[[To Forplé!]]

[[Category: Sorcery!]]

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SteveJacksoff at 16:00, 3 June 2025

SteveJacksoff: Created page with 'You race forward between the trees, trying to put distance between you and them. The going is getting harder and the forest is getting darker. No time to lose. You don't slow dow…'