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<having found his way yesterday, the Traveler continues his trek into the hills, walking over a slightly overgrown path>
<pauses for a moment as a small plug of old tobacco on the ground catches his eye. He picks it up and brings it to his nose>
Hmmm... Tomahawk has been this way... and Raging Bull... I'd put it at about three months back...
Yes... almost there...
<walks on>
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<deep into the hills, the Traveler comes to a large mound of overgrown vines. To the untrained eye, it would almost seem like a natural formation, but the Traveler knows better. Reaching into his pack , he pulls out a machete and begins to hack away at the dense growth, long untouched.>
Come on... come on! I know this is it!
<he continues to hack at it when suddenly, his blade hits stone>
Ah ha!
<he continues to cut, pulling away an armful of vines at the point of contact. Little by little, a seeming wall of white marble is revealed underneath.>
How could this have happened... how long has this been left forgotten?
<now, in an almost frantic scramble, he pulls at the mass of vines, revealing more and more of the wall before him, until, at last, it stands revealed. Etched in the stone are three enormous letters:>
P. B. F.
<The Traveler places his hands on the wall and begins to scan the surface, looking for a small divet. He finds the aperture and, as an evil grin crosses his lips, he reaches in.>
<A click. Then, with a great rumbling the wall itself opens up, revealing a staircase descending into the ground.>
Oh... Legion World... your hour of reckoning is at hand!
<laughing maniacally, the Traveler descends the stairs>
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<about two miles off, a lone figure approaches>
After all I just been through, well, hospitals just ain't what I need right now. And neither are futuristic cities. Need to get out and clear my head.
Maybe do some digging too, and find out why my darn memory is all messed up. All this mess started up over them yonder hills. Likely, I'll some answers lie up there too.
<keeps walking>
I never was one to back away from danger. Hopefully that won't be my epitath...
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<reaching the bottom of the staircase, miles below the hills, the Traveler stands in complete darkness before an arched frame. His eyes perceive nothing but a blackness so complete that even to close them would provide more light. And yet... he senses... no, knows, that his final destination lies directly before him. He reaches out in the blackness, just to feel the reality of his destination.>
Ah yes, so familiar.
So long... it's taken me so long to get back. So many diversions with these petty human forms. But now... at long last... I'm home.
<he takes a deep breath, and passes through the arch>
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<from out of a hidden stairwell, Phineas B. Fuddle emerges, having abandoned, for the time being, his temple below. He cover the entrance again, against prying eyes, then pauses for a moment, and breathes in deeply>
Ahhhhhh! So this is what air feels like! I do admit, the physical is not without its allure.
Now... how far along is that little servant of mine?
<checks his watch, and seems a bit surprised>
Four O'Clock, already? Exnihil... you do surprise me!
So... four o'clock... one third of the way done... that means the timepieces are already in place in:
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<phineas continues his trek across the hills, breathing in the night air, a smile on his face for just how much he's enjoying his new found physicality. Suddenly, from his coat pocket, his watch chimes to the sound of "Westminster Quarters". He hears the watch strike six even tones. He pulls it out and examines it, just to be certain>
Six O'Clock!!! Fantastic!
I could not have anticipated that my little servant would be so efficient... I suppose pain is a powerful motivator.
Halfway through... already, I can sense the mechanism at work. History is being rewritten as we speak... things that never existed are being created so that they always existed!
Dare I hope...
<reaches into his pocket, and pulls out a spyglass, a welcome temporal anomoly left over from the previous existence of Tomahawk. Phineas puts it to his eye and looks toward the heavens. The grin that crosses his lips is almost insane in its delight>
The Orrery!!! It's there! Well... yes, of course... I should say, it's always been there, or rather it's always been there now... ah <digustedly> the limitations of these descriptions within this spacial world.
No matter... my seat of power exists... and it shall be there that, despite the efforts of the little Legion Worlders, their world will cease to exist. Away...
<Phineas fades from the Hills, off to his Orrery in orbit high above Legion World>
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