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[King Zultan]

Sorry to hear about your phone, is there any way you could get it fixed or get a cheap used phone from a thrift store, because that's where I got the one I have.

Also if you only need it for pictures couldn't you just borrow one from a family member?

[Quaksna]

Sorry to hear about your phone, is there any way you could get it fixed or get a cheap used phone from a thrift store, because that's where I got the one I have.

Also if you only need it for pictures couldn't you just borrow one from a family member?

That's what I am probably gonna do. I'll need to setup just Imgur there, shouldn't be too hard.

I think it can be fixed, since only the touchscreen isn't working, everything else is (but I can't access anything). I have absolutely no idea how long it will take.

On the bright side, this gave me more time to draw. I have ten pictures already sketched and I haven't wrote anything in the script yet

[Quaksna]

Note to myself, no more dark wood walls...

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

You step off the road into the alley. There are not many people outside, still, you don't want to draw attention with your magic.



Channeling the unseen, in tongues forgotten you call forth a spirit rat.

Flax is just arrived at the doorstep. Somewhat unsure, he knocks, and a voice emerges.

"Enter!"



The warrior takes the handle and ventures in, as your spy slips along.



Through the spirit's eyes, you can see a hallway, narrow crammed between rows of dusty furniture, you haven't seen so many in your lifetime, or such kinds, the cryptic words denoting human commodities laid bare for you to behold. Desks and dressers, hosting bottles on top, and ornate plumages of birds, all orderly arranged, despite the evident time they must've lasted in place unused.

Further down the corridor a hollow wardrobe stands, where parchments are stored, some wrapped around rollers, some bound in leather. Surely, knowledge must be written down here, you recall your talks with the hunters.

The aisle then comes to an end, where a larger room starts, and a man is seated therein.



As you come closer, you can inspect the person better, it is a fairhead dressed in a long old coat. A feather like those you saw he holds, sharpened at the end, the tip black as bile is. How do humans call these again? Queels? With it he inscribes the supposed knowledge. A flask with the swart substance lies next to his scroll, and a book thrones on a pedestal nearby. Curious, you bid the rat to reach some height. Flax approaches rather slowly, but even then, the scribe does not mind much, focused on his work.

"Can I help you?" he asks.



Your associate plunges his hand deep under his wear, and retrieves a note. Inspecting it, he clumsily aswers.

"Do you have... Eh... Dead... Dread... Red! A red codex, with... Serpent sigils?"



The man's blank stare does the answer, but after a moment of silence, he affirms it further.

"I don't recall anything like that being present here."

"Oh."

"Is there anything else?"



Again does Flax peer into his reference.

"Tab... Thabi's..." he stutters, which annoys the listener greatly. The scribe promptly stands up and reaches for the writing.

"Let me have a look."



Flax passes the note, with a slight hesitation. The other reads through it, his eyes drifting like a hailstorm.



After the deed, he returns it, and walks into the hallway. From the containers, he begins to pull out books, and skim through the catalogue present.

"Are those spellbooks on the list?" he asks whilst searching.

"Probably." Flax shrugs. "I didn't make the order."



"I see. Well, these I cannot direct you to. I recommend trying the library of Duskhold or some proper town."

"Right. Thanks for the tip, good man! And for the time. I'm off."

"At service. Farewell, wandere."



Flax rushes out the house, muttering something to himself. Imemdiately he heads to another, the one producing the most smoke. The scribe shuts the door, trapping the manifested spirit inside. No harm in it, you can make it vanish whenever...



You sent it to a corner, and proceeded to contemplate the events passed.

Breezing with your eyes occasionally, you spot something in the alley.



It's a breathing figure, rather short, shrouded in a green cloak, with a mask. They noticed you, and quite possibly your spellcasting as well. But no action is taken, they just sit there.

The choice is yours.

What do you want to do?

(The rat spell is still active)

[Superdorf]

"Hello sir!"

[Quaksna]

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

"Good morning!" you greet the person.

But no reply comes your way.

[Luckyowl]

Although they didn't respond to our greet we'll still continue the conversation and ask why are you here. If he still doesn't respond we'll try to tell the cloaked figureed how we don't like being in Crowded places, maybe the figure feel the same way and might respond.

[Yellow Pixel]

Mm-hmm. This situation doesn't bode well!

I have nothing against the idea of trying to continue the conversation if it's the desire of most people, but I really don't trust the guy and we probably should stay on guard. Also, if he proves dangerous, I think we should get ready to summon the spirits of our ancestors to run like the deer we are! Maybe we could hide in the nearby communal house (the inn with a boar above the door) among humans? And we could stop the rat spell since we likely don't need it anymore.

[Strik3r]

*Squeaky Spirit Rat noises*

I Agree.... Rats aren't nearly as dirty as humans are... Hehehe


The scribe, he looks a bit different from the other humans... He's well groomed, i doubt he gets out much... He probably does a lot of writing.

Flax seems to have had some trouble with the scroll. Maybe he can't read? Or maybe he's half blind? Or maybe whoever wrote it didn't do a very good job?

A red codex with serpent symbols...? Could be anything. I doubt its dangerous, but it probably isn't a storybook either.
Considering the scribe mentioned spell books.
We've only seen one group of wizards so far, those being the Runecarvers, but with the standoff between Flax and the wizard earlier, they're probably not friends. My thoughts turn to Elév... So strange, what is he part of?

Flax insists he's just a "delivery boy"... i guess you... we are one of the things being delivered... but to whom?
Duskhold huh? I wonder where we're actually going to go? Where's Flax taking us to?
I wonder what he wants with the smith? He has a sword... More deliveries? I wonder what he's up to... We really should find out...
Getting the little rat out of the house shouldn't be too hard, its  a human settlement with walls made of wood. There is bound to be a hole that little rats travel through.

The masked person is interesting... If it's content to watch us, let it do so if it wants.
The mask is shaped like a beak... like a crow's beak. It sticks out like a sore thumb... It's clothing doesn't fit in here, not to mention the mask. It isn't trying to fit in, it's hiding itself.
It's covered head to... toe? There's no telling what's underneath.  With how short it is, it could be a she. And the mask is a perfect place to hide a long snout... Or maybe it has a beak under its beak mask? Hehehe.

The masked person is far more interesting that Flax is right now... I simply must find out what's under that cloak...

^{_{Sorry Blackhoof.}}


I don't trust Flax's words about being a delivery boy, besides, what does he want with the other, smoky house? It doesn't make sense.
We should Bring the Spirit Rat out of the house and into it's cloak. the smith's house.

[King Zultan]

Lets keep talking to this guy and see what he's doing in an alley, he might be interesting!

[Yellow Pixel]

Finally, I agree to use the spirit rat to spy on Flax again, if there's effectivily a hole somewhere to go out of the house.

I just wonder if something unfortunate will come out of our encounter with the mysterious character before. But maybe I worry about nothing...

[Superdorf]

Heh-hm. Flax there's a "Novice Reader", methinks.
Friend Insight seems to be... causing some trouble?

Bring the Spirit Rat out of the house and into the smith's house.

[King Zultan]

+1 To the other thing where we throw the rat ghost into the smith's house.

[Quaksna]

...

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

"Ain't fond of crowded places? Me neither."

Even still, only your words break the silence. The sitting one speaks not. And likely shan't anytime soon, you figure, and revert focus towards the spirit.



There seems no viable way to navigate it through out the house, but no matter. As the being has manifested from the unseen world, so it can return, and formless pass through the shut door.



Quickly you have caught up with Flax, enough to enter the building with him.



"Master, master, in need of a blade!" he announces, while you get a look around the place.



Your associate is still on move, passing through a room with stools, to a larger one, studded with rock, and full of implements remote to your knowledge. Some kind of tools they have to be, but none your people use, or are capable of making.

A man stands leaning against the wall, sweat gleaming on his face.



"A sword, sire?" he asks, as Flax approaches, nodding.

"Aye, a sword."

"What kind?"

"Your essential arming sword, for good thrusts and better cuts, I'll take a bit longer glady."

"I see."



The resting craftsman got his own feet trodding, though not exactly with much haste.



He comes to retrieve metal from the racks, examine and compore. This has confounded the warrior in the room, but he said nothing. Instead, it was the smith mumbling.

"You can go."

"Come again?"

"You are free to go, I get to work now!"



"Wait, so none are available at the moment?"

The fellow shook his head, prompting Flax to sigh, and hit the road.

"Very well then, forget it. Thanks for your time."

"Ey, no problem."



At the doorstep, a swain has crossed the fencer's path. It didn't slow him down much, but you took the chance to safely provide getaway for your scout.



"Hey, Black!"

A voice disrupts your concentration, and a familiar one at that.

You look around, and spot Sas waving at you, by the street. An unexpected sight to be sure, but you come to greet him regardless.



"Sas?" you approach him, and he seems rather happy about it.

"Yes, I've finally found you!"



"You were looking for me?" you ask, and the hunter nods. "Why?"



"Well, you see..." his voice begins to shiver. "I've shot your friend. I'm sorry."

The horrifying image comes to haunt you again, summoned by his mention. It takes a while to respond, but fortunately for him, you have made your mind earlier.

"You didn't mean to... I won't hold it against you. Let it go."

"I... Can not."

. . .



"I want to repay you..." he continues, and his voice does so too to remind, it pains him as much too. "Somehow. I want to leave with you."

"With me?"

"With you. Wherever it may be."



"But Cegad leads the way! And he didn't tr..."

"I don't care. I want to go."



Further were your pursuits suspended, when Flax came storming down the path. Quite annoyed, but he did smile upon arrival.

"Oh, hi Sas!" he addreses the bowman. "Black, we're off!"



"Sas wants to come with us!" you notify him, and it surprises him no less than you.

"Does he?"

The warrior faces him once again, and curiously inspects the archer.



"Well... Mmm... Why not, really! The more the merrier, after all, right?"

Then he walks all the way up to him.



"But it's gonna be tough!"



"You're not going to beat him!" you bark.



Flax looks at you, raises his eyebrows and profusely rocks his head.

"That would be the least of it... But I appreciate your courage, Sas, welcome on board!"



Forthwith he spins around thereafter, and is off to begin your journey, but you halt him for a moment longer.

"That person in the alley. Do you know him?"



"That's some beggar, right?" the man guesses, which gives your the answer decisively.

"He didn't beg. He didn't talk at all."



"I might've seen him before..." Sas mentions, but that's about it. "No idea who he is."

"Well, I would like to know."

"You can question him as much as you want." Flax shrugs. "We have plenty of time. If you want, we can go to the tavern for one..."

"Hmph. Well then be ready, in case it goes wrong."

You order your rat towards the person, and slowly walk there yourself.



"Hey?" you try again with them. "Is everything alright?"

And still, no reply is given.

"Why are you sitting here? There are a lot nicer places to..."


"D..."



"Go away." they growl. And you back one step.

"This is my spot. Get out."

[Superdorf]

...this is his spot. Get out.

[Yellow Pixel]

I thought that the green hooded individual had bad intentions and wanted to attack us. He finally seems to be rather indifferent toward us, but it's certainly hard to tell with the mask! Maybe he's (or she's) from some kind of sect, especially with the curious runes on the border of the mask? To try discovering more about the person, we should accept to go to the tavern with Flax, return outside after some time and if we see he's/she's still there, ask the permission to Flax to give him/her some food and beer. That way, maybe we could even make a new friend? But after doing so, I doubt we are going to see again the individual anytime soon, except if it's presence is somehow related to Flax or Elév... Everything around us appear to be shrouded in mystery, but at least Sas will stay at our side!