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You were always a solitary creature, and in these uncertain times you are hesitant to seek out other people. Who knows what effect the vanishing of the builders has had on the world at large.
You turn to the north, making your path by the sun and the mountains in the distance. Even the roads have vanished, but the land is flat and even, the forests clear cut. You pass great open fields where cities once stood, now empty and ominous. You see a dog wandering the firelds at one point, but when you call out the creature runs away.
Eventually the land becomes more uneven, and the pines grow thicker. You pass less and less of the eerie open fields. You are approaching the great northern wilderness. Although right next to the builders former heartland, it was never settled. It was held in reverence as legend told that thier people arose from those frozen forests. For a non-builder to enter the reserve was the penalty of death. There are no forces here to stop you now.
You know are at the edge of the wilderness now. A great strip of empty land runs to the horizon in either direction. It must once have been a great wall, or a road, you think to yourself. On the other side of the strip the pines are packed close, and forest sits in heavy shade. There is no sound here, and your ears burn from the cold. The grass here is frozen, and crunches underfoot as you cross to the wilderness. Are you the first? Even the builders did not walk here.
You keep moving north, but the sun is hidden from your view now. It is hard to tell the time in the constant shade of the forest, but the dropping temperature tells you it is getting late. You reach out, and within, and feel your power resonate. An invisible tremor radiates out from you, and the pines shudder. You feel something alike respond to you, and you sit down to wait. A few minutes later a small group of wild goats wander up to you, trailing between the pines. They seem friendly and content to follow you.
You have no shelter as night falls, but the goats see you as one of your own and you sleep snuggled between two of them. You wake, not warm, but not frozen either. You stretch and gather snow off the trees to drink. You have no food to eat but a handful of wild onions you found.
You contemplate the events of yesterday, and what you have learned. You affinity seems more ordered in some way, and more powerful by extension. Conversely, you sense a diminishing of potential within yourself.
How will you spend today?
It is cold. You are hungry. You smell like goat.
Learned
Gather. (gather nearby goats)
Number of potential powers reduced by one.
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