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Orkies' Journal 1 July '71July 1, 1971 As the morning broke wet and steamy, we trudged back to the great
white temple. We made our way back into the great oval chamber and
entered. As we picked our way across the chamber the light from our
torches picked up the myriad grotesque shapes all about us. Suddenly
we stood in revulsion before the imposing horrible image of the god of
the forked tongue. More ghastly still, at its feet, the vice-god of
wind and thunder. The area walls teemed with inscriptions most
imposing of which was below the od of the F.T. which said, loosely
translated, "Make ye no mistake about it, I am indeed ye od of ye
forked tongue" - the rest, of course, was garbled. With gods like
these it was little wonder that the civilization that built this
edifice fell into decay and vanished.
I wanted to tarry for a week for further study but I was reminded by
ever faithful Akimbo that our goal was not hollow idols but the great
ephemera waracatchafrumae; ("Why don't you stay here and we'll go on",
he suggested). Actually, I had to run to catch up with the partybut at
the front of the temple I was stopped by a final inscription which was
translated to read "It's too bad that thte scribes won't have a god of
the forked tongue to kick around anymore;" (poor devil!). Outside the
temple, there was no one to be found but on a tree was a note from
Akimbo: "Dear Ass, why don't you just go home." Imagine, he's worried
about my welfare in this wilderness. Well, I'll show him I'm equal to
it, (if I ever find him).
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