Editing Primordial Evolution Game/Western Legends (section)

==The Trickster Spirit==
[[Image:Nad'lun Trick 1.jpg|thumb|left| Shaman of the tribe ]]
[[Image:Nad'lun Trick 2.jpg|thumb|left| Fellowship to search the Marsh]]
[[Image:Nad'lun Trick 3.jpg|thumb|right| The Fair Maiden Appears]]
[[Image:Nad'lun Trick 4.jpg|thumb|right| The Fellowship camps]]
During one night, while the herd rested, the visions visited the shaman of the tribe. Nad'Lun's shaman saw luminous shapes in the sky, and they spoke unintelligible things. They took the shaman to a place made of cold smooth rock, and they grafted an amulet on the shaman's head, just below the infrared eye. The shaman then wakes up, the glittering amulet still stuck on the shaman's head.

The strange amulet frighten the shaman and his flock.

With haste the shaman commands the herd to stop next to the great canyon in which the river to the coast flows. He prepares to consult the Soul Wind that flows through the world.

The shaman did not manage to catch anything from the Soul Winds, except for a slight alarm pheromone to the south of their position.

And so did the shaman gather a group of brave and capable individuals, so that they might investigate the cries of help coming from south.

One member of warriors, herders and gatherers composed this fellowship, and to aid them they were given 4 tuft hoppas and one flash hoppa.

"Run to the south my children, and find what causes our brethren to cry for us!"

As they head south, they start to find the alarm pheromone moving into another direction. But now the alarm pheromone seem to get stronger, and the tuft hoppas are feeling more afraid by the day. The warrior gestured, "What strange smells the winds give us! It seem to lead us in different ways, trying to get us lost!"

"Apprentice shaman! Use your knowledge of the scent way to guide us to our elusive brethren! There is no time to be lost!" exclaims the warrior.

"May the Soul Wind guide my gaze!"

Try as they might, the pheromone seems to come from all directions, and perhaps none at all. The apprentice shaman even noted a kind of presence, somewhat associated with malice and trickery. It seems like the work of spirits. But suddenly, the spirit makes itself known in the guise of a bright purple sentient Hopper, seemingly made of the mists of the swamp. "Hahaha, you were fun to misled, nephews. I admire your tenacity and zeal to rescue a brethren in trouble." it gestured.

"For that, I shall give you a present - will it do you good, or will it do you harm? Only time will tell..." With the last gestures, the spectre of the trickster disappears, along with a swath of fog into the marshes. In the middle of a clearing, the group saw a light-colored Maiden coming, its pouches holding clumps of bright blue plants.

The event leaves the fellowship in awe. The maiden is humbly accepted to the group, the tribals being too afraid to question what they just witnessed. In silence, they build a camp and go to rest with their guest.