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Prompt: The land is dying; flowers are wilting, prey is scarce and illness has spread over both wild packs and other inhabitants. There have been no sightings of any spirits, much less visions of Aippaq . Villagers have begun to wonder if the great spirit of Tokotna has been corrupted or has simply vanished. Your Tokota must uncover this mystery, and bring back the soul and health of the land.

Alpha's Log --
I feel sick. I can hardly breathe.
I feel like something is in my throat, suffocating me from the inside out. I left camp very early this morning, before morning, before Robin or the others woke, trying to get some space, some fresh air, anything to shake this... this feeling. It was barely sunrise when I reached the eastern side of the Tartok foothills.
Nothing grows here, the land is barren and sickly. The dirt smells of death and rot.

I can sense the presence of a spirit but it feels... too familiar to be a native of these lands. It feels... almost intimate. And destructive.
My head is spinning
Something is wrong. Very, very wrong.

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Prompt: The land is dying; flowers are wilting, prey is scarce and illness has spread over both wild packs and other inhabitants. There have been no sightings of any spirits, much less visions of Aippaq . Villagers have begun to wonder if the great spirit of Tokotna has been corrupted or has simply vanished. Your Tokota must uncover this mystery, and bring back the soul and health of the land.

Alpha's Log --
I feel sick. I can hardly breathe.
I feel like something is in my throat, suffocating me from the inside out. I left camp very early this morning, before morning, before Robin or the others woke, trying to get some space, some fresh air, anything to shake this... this feeling. It was barely sunrise when I reached the eastern side of the Tartok foothills.
Nothing grows here, the land is barren and sickly. The dirt smells of death and rot.

I can sense the presence of a spirit but it feels... too familiar to be a native of these lands. It feels... almost intimate. And destructive.
My head is spinning
Something is wrong. Very, very wrong.