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Looks like the art of Blak Majik has finally decided to reveal itself.

The arm was delicious.

Cactus had initially retrieved the limb after it had washed up along the apple groved penninsula. Quite a surprise for a man who had never encountered such a thing. It was a human appendage, that much he knew, but how did it end up severed like this? Nobody would do such a thing to their own arm willingly. Could there have been a conflict somewhere?

With that thought, Cactus' golden eyes narrowed in anger. He didn't remember where he came from, but he knew conflicts were bad, and having a useful organ cut off without consent was a fate worse than death. Ah well, what was done was done.

"Whatever man's trash is another man's treasure," he recited, not knowing where the quote came from, and carried the arm, now his other meal, to a firepit close to his hut.

Well-roasted and already marinated by the salty ocean, Cactus took a bite. Quite tasty, in fact, a delightful contrast compared to the gritty Teraphyx meat he ate earlier. His meal was interrupted, though, by a sharp pain in his head and flashing images in his mind.

A spacious cave within an island, teeming with aggressive feline creatures. Plentiful veins of black and brown and yellow ores. Several ponds of bubbling red liquid. What could this mean?

The flashes subsided shortly, and, as if hypnotized, he immediately gathered as much food as he could into his napsack, along with the basic survival tools. What was this mysterious force pulling him towards it? In a trance, Cactus broke off two tree trunks and hurridly created a makeshift raft. He strode to the apple groved side of the island and left what he called home.

The Teraphyx howled.