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Spirit Sugar
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>I'm going to second the petrification pronking protection.
>If the curse stops you from moving, then clearly the only solution is to keep moving.
I prance and prong out of fear that staying in one place for too long will petrify me. You will not striketh me, o’ salty hag!
(I’ll come back for you, my beloved. Just after the sweet licks of salt on my buds)
I hop and skip for minutes and my legs feel all the more weary. Her cackling is still distant; I wonder if she even knows I’m here. No matter, I head in a direction with my best gut. If I see enemies or more unlucky petrified sods, then I must be going the right way!
And indeed I was! For I come upon a sight even stranger than the last! At first, an ordinary river. But at second glance, it’s also under the effects of petrification! It curves motionless into the fog. I don’t recall any crick or river through the woods as a wee lad, but it could be a moat around the mines! I search for a raft or vehicle to safely cross this accursed river—but no dice.
>How ever does one traverse this strange phenomenon?
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