((Allright, last update for tonight. I'm going to do yoink and hailfire after all. If Hail changes anything in her updated turn, I'll just retroactively fix it. Also, I've made a slight change to the magic system, in that you now need to learn spells. So you will no longer be able to cast any effect from your known school, but you'll have to aqcuire the spells in that school. I'll update the dropbox doc to reflect this for Egen, as she's the only one who already has magic.
Also, Lots of work tomorrow, so maybe I'll have to skip an update if I fall behind on my shedule.))
"Oh! A second? O-oh thank you! Er... That clown man... is he mad? I don't mean crazy-mad, I know he's that, but is he dangerous-mad?"
"Oh yes, quite mad. But then, one cannot succeed at being a clown, a jester, a noble entertainer if one is not somewhat unhinged. I don't think he's dangerous, however. Not to his allies, at the very least.
Well, that was it for your questions, now we just wait until your friends are done. Tell me, how is the world holding up in my absence?""Ah, a question from me to you, yes? Let me think a second... ah, yes. Of course! I have it!"
Nosegay clears his throat briefly.
"My question is... what is the funniest event you recall from your entire existence?"
"Hmm, let me see. I honestly do not remember all of my former life, I did get quite old you know. I suppose the time I was with an expedition on one of the islands in the southern seas was quite amusing. You see,our little expeditionary force consisted of myself, a couple of elven rangers and an elven emissary. We were there on a mission from one of the elven kings, and this emissary was the most hoity-toity stickler for politeness you could imagine. Alway polite, always dressed in his fine silken robes and never one to dirty his own hands. Now, turns out this island was actually one big swamp once you went inland. So, we keep going and going and by now our emissary has been reduced to a bugbite-ridden wreck of a man.
Imagine his suprise when we actually found a small village, filled with tribal insect people! The man was overjoyed that he had found a modicum of civilization. So that night, we were invited into the chieftains' house and the emissary was offered a strange kind of white ball, nestled in a bunch of leaves. Of course, ever the sycophant, he immediatly ingested all of it, not asking what the food was."The mage suddenly laughs out loud, and has to hold onto the sarcophagus to steady himself.
"turns out....turns out he was being offered one of their eggs, so that hatchling could become his personal servant! You should have seen his face! He threw up all over the chieftain and we hightailed it out of there. He threw up the entire boatride home." he chuckles, then becomes a bit more serious
"Of course he twisted the story in his favor and the elven king had the entire island wiped off of the map, but it was funny at the time. But enough about me, let's talk about you. How about I give you an extra, small question?"Back at the larger crypt>Push Move past the ghost and enter the crypt he was guarding, ready to kill whatever's inside.
>If the ghost makes any threatening moves, swing at him as well- intangibility be damned!
Into the crypt, riddle wizards can wait!
Moskar bares his fangs at the ghost, but the dead man simply smiles at him and steps aside. Moskar opens the heavy iron gate and begins his descent, Tomo follows him after waving goodbye to the ghost. It takes them a solid minute to reach the end of the stairs. The way down is damp and dark, fungus and weeds have grown into the cracks of the stonework. At the bottom of the stairs you find a large stone door, the hinges rusted shut. Moskar puts his hands against the door and pushes against it.
[8] He doesn't even really break a sweat as the door slowly but surely screetches open. The duo find themselves in a rectangualar room. The walls are lined with caskets, most of them have begun to rot away, and some have even fallen apart completely. A quick inspection reveals that almost all of these caskets are empty. At the opposite side of the stone door you see that a section of wall has been torn down and a tunnel has been dug. There are torches along the inside of the tunnel, shining a faint light into the chamber. It seems the tunnel bends left. You hear a voice from somewhere beyond the tunnel, faintly.
"Gods damnit, I bet that stupid ghost let in some of the failures again. You two, go throw those worthless sacks of maggots out of here."
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