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Evans strode with confidence through the lush bright green hills of the Dreamscape. The neon green grass tickled between his toes as he made his way to Charring Cross. But beneath his smiling exterior all was not well with Evans the Twice Alive.

His newly acquired armor didn’t fit quite right. The chest piece was much too large, shaking and clinking loudly at even the slightest of movements. The leg grieves were much too tight every few steps he had to stop and pull at the fabric that rode at his crotch. The boots were the worst of the whole set; the way they looked up at him with their plain tan faces grinning stupidly at him had driven him almost beyond madness. Finally when he could no longer stand to look at them any more he decided to just tie them together by their plain brown laces and sling them over his shoulder. He would wear them when he needed them and not a moment sooner. The whole set seemed to slow him down almost as if it had an agility modifier of -2. (dun dun DUN)

The moon was standing still so high in the sky as he approached the large magnificent gates that were slung open wide. Standing with hands on hips, and his nun chuck boots from his shoulder slowly starting to slip, he smiled with certainty on his lips.

“This must be the place.” He grinned wildly “The draw here is almost too intense."

With one hard and fast fist pump, Evans made his way into the city of the Charring Cross.

Evans looked up at Ninny-Pooh then back at his feet. He wiggled his toes just to make sure they were bare - and they were. Arching one eyebrow, Evans looked back at Ninny-Pooh and called out in an uncertain voice.

"How much bad luck are we talking about here?"

Shouldering the slipping shoes, he began again.

"Because I certainly could do without luck of the bad brand."

Not wanting to eat mud for the rest of his life, Evans began to put on his plain boots, starting with his left foot.

"I could go through that gate again. That would help, I think. Surely it would"

With both shoes on he stood proudly, he even did a little jig to show how much he liked his new shoes.

"By the way who are you Hyborean wanderer? You who sits atop gate posts and warns travelers of their own misfortunes."

Evans took her extended hand and shook it with both hands in a furious greeting.

"I am Evans. Evans the Mighty. Evans the slain. Evans the Twice Alive."

He let go of her hand and said with a smirk, "Dreams you say? Me, the star of the night. Tell me about them."

Evans stared at the empty manor on the lonely hill.

"I am already on a mission. I need to find someone that may already be dead." His voice was cold as he continued to stare at the sad vacant house. "But..." Turning to face Ninny-Pooh, he grasped her by her shoulders and knelt down so their faces were level "But I cannot. No. I will not leave any needy person in distress. I will find your mayor"

He let go of her shoulders and walked towards the Mayor's house.

"So" Evans squinted at the house and scratched the top of his head "How can I find him?"

The lush color of the hill seemed to fade away as Evans lurched forward up the long hill towards the Mayor's house. The happiness had been drained from the blades of grass, hiding within their soft velvet appearance menacing stickers and weeds.

Had his boots not been snuggly fit to his feet he surely would have felt the sting of an evil goat-headed sticker. Evans tromped on through the trapped grass and pushing past the swaying gate that groaned as the wind pushed it about like a schoolyard bully he soon found himself at the large wooden doors of the missing mayor’s house. With no reason to knock, he attempted to open the door hoping it wasn't locked because he would hate to boot in such a lovely ornate door.

Evans started the search of the manor. He started by picking up vases and checking underneath them, opening closet doors and searching behind gaudy coats.

Wiping dust from a long table with one finger he turned to Ninny-Pooh and asked,"So did he have any enemies? Dragons perhaps?"