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An example of how the pygmies treat unwelcome visitors is shown in a page found just inside the [[Alibor]] Jungle, most likely from an explorer's journal, the fate of whom is unknown: | An example of how the pygmies treat unwelcome visitors is shown in a page found just inside the [[Alibor]] Jungle, most likely from an explorer's journal, the fate of whom is unknown: | ||
<span class="ITALIC">Most stand at around 4½ feet with dark, yellowish-brown skin, broad faces, and broad noses. They have large gaunt yellow eyes that chill you to the bone and haunt your thoughts non-stop. They're dressed in simple, primitive clothing, not much more than rags. Their faces have piercings all over them, and they wear these horrid, crude-looking necklaces with what looked like bones dangling off of them, probably the savages' way of showing [[strength]]. </span> | |||
<span class="ITALIC">The other five of the adventuring party are all gone. They're alive still, but gone; victims of these savage natives, pygmies they're called. They're cruel, nasty, and viciously [[evil]]. We'd been exploring the jungle, hoping to find riches, valuable artifacts, those sorts of things, when we happened to stumble upon a rather simple settlement, seemingly deserted. We decided this place was a safer place than any to rest. When all of a sudden we were set upon by these pygmy people, they flew at us from above, jumping down from the trees and attacking in a frenzy; first, with darts from blowpipes, then, with rough spears and axes, as well as their bare hands. </span> | |||
<span class="ITALIC">Seeing their number and the agility with which they moved, I had no choice but to flee. I find it hard to believe I simply left my companions there. I ran as far and as fast as I could through the black, marshy undergrowth of the jungle before I finally collapsed into a dark, twisted-looking plant. It's in that same bush that I write this. I dare not move lest they find me, and I dare not go to [[sleep]]. Partly because of [[fear]] that I might be found while asleep and have [[Toran]]-knows-what done to me, and partly because I don't think I could get to sleep if I tried. This place is like something from my worst nightmares, dark and twisted, every thing everywhere emanating evil and death.</span> | |||
<span class="ITALIC">As I was running, I could not hear a thing other than the wind rushing past and the rustle of plants underfoot. Now. as I sit dead quiet, nestled here in a bush, I can hear the sound of my companions in the distance. The fact that I can hear them is a dreadfully bad thing. Their cries of agony are echoing throughout this godforsaken place. I can hear the savage natives chanting, performing some sort of ceremony or ritual'torturing them, taking pleasure in prolonging their pain. It is truly unbearable; I have to escape this hell hole and fast!</span> | |||