One fine day, you wander from the city to take a
rest in a meadow near a gently flowing stream. Finding a comfortable shade
tree, you lay down and let the sound of singing birds and babbling water
wash from your mind the clutter and clatter of the city. A breeze brings
you the scent of the open land as you sink into a dream.
Suddenly a shrill sound like a scream pulls you
to your feet. You see before you a swirling maelstrom. Increasing in size,
it begins to near you, pulsing as if to grab and pull you near. Just
as it is about to touch you it suddenly shrinks and fades. Then with a bright
flash, it disappears, dropping a shiny object to the ground.
Cautiously, you approach the object. It is a gold
cross with a ring on top. Carefully you pick it up. It is an "Ankh". Suddenly
there is a flash of light and a covered wagon appears.
Slowly you approach the back of the wagon. Through
a gap in the covering you see a lone figure. "Please, enter," the figure
says with a wave of his hand. With some apprehension, you enter the wagon.
"I see you have found the Ankh, the symbol of life and resurrection," says
the stranger, "It was by it I have been summoned." "Who are you?" you ask.
Hawkwind OSG, the
fortuneteller," he replies, "I have been sent to guide you on your path."
With those words he draws from beneath a cloth a set of cards. "Now choose
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