Tales From Paranoid Peter Volume 2 (Nether Inventories):
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Why Hello there! Back for another story so soon eh? Well things have not gotten normal around my parts that is for sure. It was a fine everbloom day and I was just cooking up some Bajgiels, which were quite OP btw, somebody should really do something about that, anyways I was sprinkling some bugs on them as a nice topping when I remembered a few more things in my cupboard that would make my gluttony session just right. I went to my cupboard, opened the door and WHOOOSH! Behind the doors where my best dishware and favorite snacks normally lay was a purple void reaching out through time/space/cosmos or whatever you want to call it! Now I know what you are thinking, and no, I had not had any Satan Salts lately, this all really happened. Despite the dangerous look for this Nether I reached my hand into it but felt nothing and quickly slammed the doors. Needless to say I was beyond frustrated and completely lost my appetite, so I decided to go for a walk.
I was strolling with one of my many new movement animations (Thanks Qiresea!) When all of a sudden I came across a hollow stump. I should check it for goodies just incase, you never do know what can fall into those things. But as soon as I touched it I felt my Earth Numen slip out of my body again. However, this time it felt much different. I didn't notice any immediate change to the stump, I touched it, I peered inside it, I yelled into it, and nothing at all! I was certain I cast some form of a spell on it but in all my curiosity I just couldn't figure out what had happened so I decided to sit under the shade of a lovely maple tree. It wasn't much longer before I saw a stranger wandering by. Another person here in Jamestown? How peculiar, it had been so long I simply watched the individual in awe as he approached the exact same stump I had recently interacted with. He bumped into it appearing to have the same zest for treasure hunting that I did, only this time when he did I saw a slight fizzle of magic near his pocket! The gentlemen pulled away from the stump frustrated that he too found nothing, however, he then touched his pocket and began counting his Indian Feathers. 1...2....3....4. He counted out loud. Again he tried 1....2....3....4. He was most certain that he had 5 and I could see the anger brewing as he began searching the ground, the stump, for the missing feather to no avail. Finally he gave up and continued on his journey and I too decided it was time I head home and finally gobble up those Bajiels.
It was getting late in the evening and just to be sure I decided to check that blasted infernal cupboard one more time. I opened it up, reached my hand inside it, only this time I felt something. Something soft and light. It was an Indian Feather not unlike the ones the man earlier appeared to have lost? Could it be that my Cupboard is now some dimensional link to all that is lost in the lands of Salem? Or was it my spell on the stump itself that caused him to lose his feather in the first place? I seem to have more questions than answers but one thing is for sure, my inventory is far less fun to open now adays as my newfound Nether Inventory seems to keep populating with the lost items of fellow pilgrims and I must say it beats the hell out of foraging! See ya next time!