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LOH Origins - Voodoom
A haze filled the air as the sun began it's decent beyond the horizon. The heat which had been suffocating throughout the day would soon give way to the storm that was approaching from the east. Jeremiah Corbeau spent the entire day checking his gator traps as the season was winding down and the light of day was getting scarce. It was eerily quiet where the sound of crickets, bullfrogs, and the various marsh birds should have been. All that could be heard was the sloshing of Jeremiah's boots through the shallow waters and the buzzing of insects swarming by. He ventured further into the bayou, having lost his marker for where his trap should have been. The light decreased and a breeze picked up. The buzzing of insects grew louder. A pounding began in Jeremiah's head and his back broke out in a cold sweat. Anger began to take hold and his already grim demeanor intensified as he pressed on. Jeremiah drew his Bowie knife, determined to make something pay for his foul mood. A sense of paranoia made him look over his shoulder more than once. He didn't want to get caught in the storm out here in the swamp, but was frustrated beyond reason. Gone was his caution, gone was his rational. Louder was the buzzing, louder was the pounding in his head. He grit his teeth and a maddening overcame him, so fierce that it threatened to make him blackout. Then the buzzing stopped and the pounding subsided. An eerie green glow directly in front of him appeared at the edge of the water, against a young bald-cypress tree. A wooden mask lay at his feet, it's paint slightly worn and faded. A humming emanated from it, different from the mosquitoes swarming about. A faint chanting called out and the glow pulsed as Jeremiah came closer. Pulling the mask from the water, he expected to feel a jolt but was instead greeted with a warm feeling all around him. He brushed away some grass that held onto the edges on the mask. The feeling slowly surged throughout his body and compelled him to try it on. A euphoric sensation swept over him as the eye holes fit perfectly over his face. He drank in the feeling for a short moment and then removed the mask. Jeremiah stared at it a while longer before putting it in his satchel and heading back to his boat. It had become dark now, but Jeremiah was not concerned. He now had a new sense of direction in his life. The mask was like a long lost friend that he was eager to get reacquainted with. A friend that had all kinds of new tricks to show him and eager to show them off to an unwilling audience.
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LOH Origins - Voodoom
A haze filled the air as the sun began it's decent beyond the horizon. The heat which had been suffocating throughout the day would soon give way to the storm that was approaching from the east. Jeremiah Corbeau spent the entire day checking his gator traps as the season was winding down and the light of day was getting scarce. It was eerily quiet where the sound of crickets, bullfrogs, and the various marsh birds should have been. All that could be heard was the sloshing of Jeremiah's boots through the shallow waters and the buzzing of insects swarming by. He ventured further into the bayou, having lost his marker for where his trap should have been. The light decreased and a breeze picked up. The buzzing of insects grew louder. A pounding began in Jeremiah's head and his back broke out in a cold sweat. Anger began to take hold and his already grim demeanor intensified as he pressed on. Jeremiah drew his Bowie knife, determined to make something pay for his foul mood. A sense of paranoia made him look over his shoulder more than once. He didn't want to get caught in the storm out here in the swamp, but was frustrated beyond reason. Gone was his caution, gone was his rational. Louder was the buzzing, louder was the pounding in his head. He grit his teeth and a maddening overcame him, so fierce that it threatened to make him blackout. Then the buzzing stopped and the pounding subsided. An eerie green glow directly in front of him appeared at the edge of the water, against a young bald-cypress tree. A wooden mask lay at his feet, it's paint slightly worn and faded. A humming emanated from it, different from the mosquitoes swarming about. A faint chanting called out and the glow pulsed as Jeremiah came closer. Pulling the mask from the water, he expected to feel a jolt but was instead greeted with a warm feeling all around him. He brushed away some grass that held onto the edges on the mask. The feeling slowly surged throughout his body and compelled him to try it on. A euphoric sensation swept over him as the eye holes fit perfectly over his face. He drank in the feeling for a short moment and then removed the mask. Jeremiah stared at it a while longer before putting it in his satchel and heading back to his boat. It had become dark now, but Jeremiah was not concerned. He now had a new sense of direction in his life. The mask was like a long lost friend that he was eager to get reacquainted with. A friend that had all kinds of new tricks to show him and eager to show them off to an unwilling audience.
Built for the League of Lego Heroes