When we go to the cabin we always use our jail names - The Jacker, Sugar Pussy and Princess. We brought a sack of rune stones and some books on moon spells and healing crystals.
"Did you ever see Caddyshack when Bill Murray starts telling the story about golfing with the Dali Llama, and the Llama's ball goes in this giant pit and he says '
Ginnungagap'... ya, well this books says that ancient Norse mythology believes the world was formed in this giant pit called the Ginnungagap."
"That's funny. I'm gonna take a leak." The Jacker - always a delight - with a splif in one hand a beer in the other, heads for the door doing his best Bill Murray gopher huntin' impression.
"Uhhh... why does he always go off the balcony?"
"Because us guys can."
Sticking out my tongue I slap Sugar Pussy on the ass as he heads out to join The Jacker.
It's quiet tonight. The Waning Moon was having it's affect on the forest floor.
Princess randomly drew a few crystals from my leather sack. She drew in a short breath - Lepidolite, turquoise and Phrenite... Protection stones."
"Hey guys let's go for a walk." She put the crystals in her pocket and grabbed a few bottles.
The guys, ever mindful of the environment, twisted off the caps and tossed them on the ground.
The Jacker passed me his splif, "The sky is odd tonight."
"Ya, its starting a new phase, and old ones are dying off." I passed the splif and the Lepidolite -
the most powerful of the three stones - to Sugar Pussy. "Keep it" she whispered. He caught my eye. He never questioned, he's always trusted my instincts with the crystals.
"Whoa, check out this staff Princess, it's got rune words carved in it, and it looks like there's some stones socketed into it." The Jacker started to parade around the forest with the staff, as if leading an invisible marching band.
"It looks pretty old man, let's see it it's for real."
The Jacker stopped his show, came to attention and spiked the staff into the earth. "With this staff I will command earth, wind, fire and spirit around me."
Our laugh was cut off as The Jacker was struck to the ground instantly dead. Smoke billowing from his empty eye sockets.
Sugar Pussy knelt beside his dead friend's body, "What should we do?"
"I think we gotta throw it in the Ginnungagap."