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− | + | *A massive pulse of air and energy bursts outwards from the Funky Gibbons altar. Physically rocking all within its blast, anything not secured flies along with the shockwave, small monkeys, birds and general detritus fly along the ground. All present see the four main protaganists of the tale suddenly grow to immense size, each transforming into their founding Ancestors Spirit for a split second. Zsa zsa becomes an the cosmic dancer, Snikka the all powerful Warrior aspect, Boo the silent tracker and surprisingly ot potato a towering inferno of flame.... | |
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Baboons freeze mid bite, terrified nomads cower from the onslaught, spells coagulate mid air and then Fwooooosh the Air sucks back from whence it came... | Baboons freeze mid bite, terrified nomads cower from the onslaught, spells coagulate mid air and then Fwooooosh the Air sucks back from whence it came... | ||
− | Silence reigns, well almost. Apart from the now gibbering | + | Silence reigns, well almost. Apart from the now gibbering surviving Sable riders, all of the Baboons stand stock still and look at the four heroes. |
One and all are now enveloped by a strange bluish light and upon their heads three Runes burn fiercely , Motion, spirit and man . Turning their now golden eyes upon each other our heroic foursome can only wonder...until... | One and all are now enveloped by a strange bluish light and upon their heads three Runes burn fiercely , Motion, spirit and man . Turning their now golden eyes upon each other our heroic foursome can only wonder...until... | ||
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Above, the mighty statue of the Funky Gibbon creaks, showering all below with dust and beckons to his descendants. | Above, the mighty statue of the Funky Gibbon creaks, showering all below with dust and beckons to his descendants. | ||
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*Pop...Pop...poppity pop.... | *Pop...Pop...poppity pop.... |