LOADING, PLEASE WAIT...
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(cont'd):
...apparently I'm *still* cursed, because karma came calling quickly after starting my murderous rampage on all things wisp:
I must have lit up like a damn Ice Comet (especially from the perspective of one very rabid griffon) just moments after I'd managed to gather a small bag of Greater Lightstones from my current wisp bounty. It didn't take much to put me out of commission, and to be honest, I don't even know what actually happened, other than the searing pain of sharp griffon talons sinking into my flesh. Afterward, the griffon hovered over my lifeless body for a seeming eternity, as if guarding it like some sort of rare prize trophy...
Eventually, I manage to safely recover all of my gear and loot before continuing on West. Sometimes it's funny how I'll help someone one moment, and then blatantly disregard my own safety immediately after.
The long and plodding trail through West Karana seems to take forever as the sun goes down and night starts to set in. Suddenly, I'm assaulted by mental visions of werewolves as my innate fear of stumbling upon one takes a terrifyingly firm grip on my emotions and well-being. A cold sweat breaks out and even my eyes start to itch. A persistent cough starts to develop.
I immediately realize that I'm probably suffering a reaction to the plague that had ravaged the Karana plains not too long ago... I don't know of anything to help alleviate the symptoms, and to be painfully honest, I'd fallen behind on my shamanic duties, especially since I'd been so focused on joining the Reserve Militia; my medicine bag is essentially empty.
The murky, slime-green air becomes more pronounced as it gets darker. One of the Lightstones in my possession struggles to cast it's faint glow through the putridly dense vapor. Off the beaten path, I notice what might be a solitary campfire in the distance so I start heading toward it with my weapons at the ready...
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