To Raid San Zanita: Epilogue

[Obadiah Jib]

Epilogue

Mambo Igbe danced amid the wreckage of what once was San Zanita.  Her grave-born children watched with dead, uncaring eyes.  The but the dark god of the crossroads was not appeased by Mambo Igbe's offering.  So the old crone whispered to the winds a name, your name.

On a small cay off the eastern coast of the place the Spanish call the land of flowers sat a shallow grave.  Once the resting place of a brutal puritan.  Now an empty hole.

To be continued...

[Welsh Wench]

Holy shnikeys!
The 'land of flowers' is Florida!

I'm in trouble now....

*invokes the name of Marie Laveau for favors asked*



By the way, the name on the crypt says 'GLAPION' and not Laveau.