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[Strik3r]

That was as every bit awesome as i hoped it would be. Great work, Q.
...Just beware of power creep, okay? and try to manage it. Lets not become an anime.

Also i'm surprised that the titan's spirit disappeared... Normally they don't do that... But maybe, maybe there's something else going on?
But i suppose never in the subsequence did i outright state that aside from being consumed by wraiths, spirits don't really die. Oh well.

I suppose now would be a fine time to deliver last of Nami's exposition on the spirit world and the big secret.

Behold:

Spoiler: The truth of the spirits, revealed. (click to show/hide)

As you stand in the aftermath of your battle with the titan, trying to catch your breath and reflecting on what had just taken place. The words "I worry more about the spirit of whomever loses", the last words you said to the titan before you sealed it's fate, hang in your mind. You don't know why you said it, you don't even know how you came up with it. It was just something you said in the moment without much thought, but now as you continue mulling on them does everything fall into place, and in a flash, do you realize the full extent and meaning of those words.

In that instant, everything becomes clear to you! The circle is complete and the full truth, and horror, of the spirit world lay bare to you and you stand face to face with fate once more!
Within a blink of an eye, but what feels like an eternity, a thousand thoughts flood your mind, bearing with them a library's worth of knowledge and understanding. Each word heard spoken in her voice. She who spoke in your mind, revealing untold truths and barely perceptible details of the world around you.

You remember the strange white flower you saw in some of the visions during your meeting, and picture Nami holding it as she explains to you the nature of spirits in their world, and your inevitable fate.

"So much of the magic in your world are gifts from spirits, usually great ones."

"This little part of me." She says, holding the flower out to you. "Take it, plant it within your soul and nurture it, and it'll soon grow to overtake it like a weed. But your power and command over the magics reflecting those of mine would grow too!"

"And that power would never go away. All your kids, your grandkids and so forth would would have it too. But how much anyone uses and grows it is their business... Khehehe. It would stay in your bloodline, unless there's no one left who has it."

Again she withdraws the flower, holding it close to her chest. "But of course, i'm not going to give it to you. I couldn't, because i'm not here... khehehehe. But also because you've not earned it, maybe one day. Besides, thanks to your distant, distant ancestors, your soul already bears the power of Amena Theÿiseima. But it could bear mine too."

"Still, death isn't the end... Khehehe! Once you say bye bye to your mortal coil, whatever is left of your soul unconverted by her power will dissipate into the aether of the spirit world, as all mortal souls do. But the other part of it lives on in the spirit world, as what you know as a spirit."

"The spirits you call to help you were all formerly living beings, all of them 'wizards', 'shamans', 'summoners' and so on, just like you."

Suddenly, you're hit with the very realization that Nami could never have made a wraith follow after just any soul. Another one of Nami's little lies, or just little omissions; She didn't tie crackantler to your soul, but to your spirit, using it as bait. In hindsight, that's what she said, too, but in a way that misrepresented what she was actually doing.

She grins widely, a bright. beaming smile. "That's why your 'soul' is 'green'... Khehehe. You are, in a way, a spirit with a living body, a thing which all spirits long for... After "death"."
"But... So was the titan you just killed. One of Amena Theÿiseima's servants, created by her. I do have some of my own too... Somewhere... Khehehe"

"Wraiths however, are what happens when one tries to forcefully to turn a fading soul into a spirit... It invariably corrupts the soul... Even living souls can be corrupted in this manner..."
"Souls are amazing catalysts for turning the raw aether of the spirit world into something spirits can eat and use to grow."
"And are impenetrable to wraiths, because they're still just souls, corrupted, but souls. Not spirits."

"And that's why we like to inhabit living beings... Khehehe. Even grant the use of any power we have. I think its a fair trade, they get to use magical powers, spirits get food and grow. Of course the caster, if they are magically gifted, loses out on that growth."

"Most with a great spirit's power within them end up becoming wisps, because they never practice their magic and thus never grow their spirit."
"But... I don't know why the titan would leave that little, it must have been more powerful. Let alone how it could leave behind the seed itself... Regardless, i suppose you could take it and plant it... Somewhere."
"Anything that lives has a soul: People, animals, plants, and more. And a great spirit can grant their power to any of these."
"It may make little sense, but animals empowered in that way know how use it by instinct, and plants and mushrooms take on magical properties."
"Taking it for yourself would make little sense, it's the seed of the same power that you already have."
"But beware of letting crackantler have it. I've never heard of a wraith being empowered with such a seed, i fear he would not simply consume it, but it would somehow become part of him. And he too would become capable of growing in power unaided, and endlessly..."

As the hallucination fades and you return to the real world, and the issue of your trapped friend, and the wraith of Crackantler trying to get at the spirit seed.
You're left wondering whether you've truly become privy to the true nature of the spirit world, or the experience was just your traumatized mind trying to make up an explanation for everything that has happened since the death of crackantler and now faced with a situation which seems to have no easy way out...

oof.
I'm spent after writing that. I'm gonna think of a proper turn to take later.
EDIT: Actions.

It's a difficult, hard decision to undertake but... Eject the spirit within us in hope that Crackantler will chase after it. Only if he does, grab the spirit seed and guard it until such time that we decide what to do with.
Else, if crackantler DOESN'T chase the released spirit... I dunno, but we've just safely released a spirit whose release would've been much more complicated otherwise...
Also, BTW Q. I don't know if you can see who votes on the polls, but in case you can't; I never do. I'd rather let the story evolve and grow organically.

[Superdorf]

Raw, living power.

The slightest portion should be more than enough to knit Flax's bones. The rest needs to go back into the land.

[King Zultan]

Raw, living power.

The slightest portion should be more than enough to knit Flax's bones. The rest needs to go back into the land.

+1 I guess we should also see if we can't get that knife back out of the corpse before we go as well.


Also should we go explore that hole we found in the ruins earlier, might be something useful inside.

[Yellow Pixel]

This fight was so epic!

It was additionally a very intense demonstration of power, but I don't consider it was excessively so. I think it was rather the authentic display of the strenghts of our characters, in a situation where only the unleashing of tremendous forces could lead to a victory. I just felt that the death of the titan came a bit fast after Flax had plunged his arm into it's entrails, though I guess he did a fatal blow to some vital organ, at a moment where the beast was already largely disabled? Nonetheless, whatever may be said, the battle was a great event to behold!

But at present, we have the apparent fading of a spirit to take into consideration...

My interpretation of it, since we can feel that the Tundra Titan "has left behind his worldly power", as well as a seed of life, and because we know that spirits aren't supposed to die, like Strik3r pointed out, is simply that the titan's spirit would now be contained in the seed. This possibility could furthermore answer the questioning of Nami in our spiritual revelation, as the disappearance of the spirit and the appearance of the seed might be due to the integration of the spirit into the seed, something that could be compared to a conversion in a primal form. Also, concerning Nami's revelation (wich is an excellent writing piece by the way), I admit that I will need more time to fully analyse the elaborate knowledge it contains, besides the many implications it could bring about.

Then, the story states that "when the titan was angered, it must've disrupted the balance" and that "perhaps it was dormant before?" So, from my point of view, it's as if the titan was previously in a dormant state beneath the sacred ruins, that it had been awoken by an evil power (directly or indirectly), and that it was its great anger that had put all the spirits of the land in turmoil... The only other explanation I could easily imagine, would be that the titan came here from somewhere else when it sensed that the ruins had been put in danger by a wicked being, and that it would have been the beginning of the great disruption.

But in any case, it would ascertain, as I stated in other posts, that the Tundra Titan was a positive force of nature. And for that matter, its last words seem to support the idea: "Impressive. Perhaps you spoke truth after all, well... Your further deeds will tell." But as to why the titan was so put toward our destruction, the mystery remains.

So now comes the moment of determining what are to be our further deeds:

More than anything, I believe we must plant the seed in the sacred ruins, because it is obviously there that it belongs, and it is also the only way to give back its vital essence. Otherwise, the distressed spirits of the land would never be appeased and the holy ground would eventually become a place of death, like we and Flax had firstly perceived:

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

"This place's dead..." says Flax. "Has the smell of it..."



"Not quite." you say. "This place does emit some energy... Though not all what I would've expected. If this used to be a sacred site, something truly horrible must have happened..."

Moreover, the apparent truth about the seed has lately been unveiled to us in the story: "I can plant it, and the spirits should return... Or..."

What I thus suggest is very simply to take the seed and plant it in the ruins, while countering any attempt of Crackantler to consume it. But I really don't understand why we would need to eject the green spirit within us and use it as a bait for our wraith friend, since we are presently able to prevent him from eating the seed. And regardless, we must fully avoid the possibility that Crackantler would be more attracted by the seed than the spirit and snatch it.

On a separate note, we should also consider helping Flax in his extrication process, because it must be somewhat unpleasant to have the legs crushed under the belly of such a colossal beast! So I suppose that we and Sas will have to dig through the titan's body to free Flax's legs, wich should be a quite long and tedious job, and for this, it would be very convenient to find the lost knife...

I finally agree with the propositions of Superdorf and King Zultan.


Edit: I changed the word "abusively" for "excessively". You see, I'm a French speaker and the word is often far less harsh in my language.

[Quaksna]

You see, I'm a French speaker

You're le Pixel, then.





. . .

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

"Shush..."



"How bad is it?" you ask Flax.



"No idea." he replies, looking back. "Can't see, but feels pretty bad."

"Should be fine... Sas, come! We need to get him out."



You three start digging around.



When a suitable amount of space is created, Flax leaves his ruined cloak behind, and you start to pull.



But it doesn't seem to work, you feel you moved him but a half inch away. Flax then tries to use his own strength to push himself, to similar results. The results are more apparent now, so you just keep trying, shifting between you two and Flax.



After a considerable effort, together you manage to free the man. Resting in the hole you've dug, he can now crawl away. Apparently only crawl, because his legs don't really look like legs anymore.



They're crooked and mangled, he doesn't seem to be able to control them at all.

"Yeah this is pretty bad. But fear not, I can do something about it."



You kneel.

"You see, now that we've defeated this thing, I can do miracles for a while."

"Eh?"

"Stand still."



You chip off a portion of the seed, and transfer it to the body.



Under your hands, cracked bones are regrowing and connecting, torn and deformed flesh is returning back to shape, the flow of lifeforce mends what has been damaged.



After the power is depleted, the legs are in their former form.



Holding such power did fatigue you, and you nearly fall down tumbling, Sas catches you in time, but even he starts trembling as soon as he touches you.

"Try to stand up..."



Flax tries. His legs are waggling like the clapper inside a bell, they look alright, but he doesn't seen to have strength in them.



Sas goes to help him, and with his support, he manages to stand upright, though he still has trouble maintaining balance.

"Might need a stick..." he says.

"It's set, so it should heal in time. And I can still help treat it with my magic... I could try to reshape it once more, but..."

"No." the warrior exhales. "Thanks, I can take this. I'll tell you..."



"You're not only proper warriors, but you're true friends."



"Glancing upon face of death, in a battle you never had to fight..."



"I don't understand all this matter of spirits, but... What I felt today was divine. Such awe I have never before encountered, and it was because of you. I..."



"I am forever in debt to you, and not just I. Whatever you shall need, I will fight for you to get it, blood brothers."

"That's nice, I suppose. Well this little quest will be soon over, I just need to perform a spell back at the ruins."



"What kind of spell?" Sas asks.

"The beast was keeper of a powerful source of life, but something went wrong. Now that its dead, it's up to me to restore order, and calm all the spirits."

"Why did it attack us?"



You shrug.

"I don't quite understand as well. I tried to reason with it, to no avail. A fight was sadly unavoidable... We might find answers in the ruins."

"Well that's peculiar..."



"Black knows his stuff, Sas, let's go!" says Flax, takes a step forward and almost falls again.



"Halt, we might be not done here yet. We could get the knife back."

"Huh?"



"Well, sure, I thought this thing is like, sacred or something, I dunno..."

"There is little known about these creatures, but as far I know, we can harvest the parts that would otherwise rot, not flesh and blood though, we don't operate with that. But we can do that later, our priorities are now the knife and then ruins. We have time for that..."

"The knife is stuck in the heart, I mean we can reach it for sure but the wound is on the stomach... We can't reach it from below, we would have to turn it over..."

"Then we will."



All of you push, side by side, Flax leans on it by all of his body, so he won't fall. But the mass is too heavy, even your spells don't help much. Your collective effort didn't achieve anything here.



"Maybe if you widened the little moat we dug up...?"

"The snow can't support the beast, it would just fall right in." says Sas. "Digging won't help here, no way."



"Maybe I could shove another load of ice to the side and it would tip... But I'm not sure whether I am able to do it..."

"If we want the knife, might as well try it." said Flax.



You nod, and walk around, looking for a spot you could attempt this on.

"Once we got in that town..." you say. "We need to get some more resources, okay?"



"We will, we will!" replies Flax. "That's a proper town, Usodestis. Don't worry, I'll buy everything we'll need."



He checks his burned pockets.

"Money survived, it's all alright!" he laughs.

"Great..."



"Hey, there's something coming the way!" cries Sas.



You look where he points, and truly, a small blur is coming from the ruins, it's getting bigger and more visible... It's a person!



"Oh for crying out loud, more spirits?" grumbles Flax.

"I don't think so..." you speak. "Ready yourselves."



The figure is approaching at high speed, while it doesn't seem to move at all, it creeps you out a little. When it gets even closer, you can see they keep their arms stretched forward, and they're leaving a trail behind.



A couple steps from you, they stop, rest their arms and hop aside. You can see they were standing on some kind of a rock.



It's a man, a rather old one. The top of his head is clean shaven, and rest of his gray hear isn't very dense. His beard is also shaven, apart from well groomed sideburns, seamlessly connected to the hair. His wrinkles are deep, and highlight his confident, oddly sinister look. There is an ornate earring lodged into his left ear rather crudely, and it sticks out quite a bit.



"Well, gentlemen, I see you have put an end to the beast..." he says with a wicked smile. "I suppose that warrants a certain level of respect! I must thank you profusely."



"And who do you happen to be?" asks Flax.



"Ah, you are right, a proper introduction is also warranted! I, gentlemen, am Rathegaru, and now..."



He flings his arms upwards, his hands clenched in fists, only pinky fingers raised.



With a swift gesture, he points at Flax with one hand and at Sas with the other. Both men collapse to the ground, motionless.




You can hear their breath, but they are completely still.



You see this man is up to no good, and assume a battle stance.



You gaze into eyes of each other, your hands prepared to gesture.

Then, the man's expression suddenly changes.



"Wait... Are you..."



"Wraithcaller?"






What do you want to do?

[Strik3r]

"Shush..."

Seriously? Is that all it really takes to quell crackantler's boundless hunger for that spirit? is that seriously all the respect he deserves as an adversary?

Whatever.
The voices within your mind lie silent. The little echo of Nami having delivered its message and spent its energy for now. The other, the one of the wraith, is perhaps plotting, scheming, preparing or simply watching with anticipation what is to unfold.
"What?! No...! My relation with wraiths is an unfortunate one..."

"But you seem knowledgeable about the Wraithcaller. Who are you?"

"More importantly, what are you? I've never seen that kind of power before... Whose power is it that you wield?!"

[King Zultan]

Some times you get lucky and telling the villain to shut up actually works.


Lets keep the fighting stance just in case he tries to attack, and ask them questions.

[Yellow Pixel]

Rathegaru's on a rock, speeding,
Over the snowy fields, he's racing,
Craving magicks high-level,
Rides like the devil.

Some times you get lucky and telling the villain to shut up actually works.

My intuition tells me that it will be much more difficult to get this old man out of the way...

I believe that he wants the power of the seed of life for himself, and that he was patiently hiding in the ruins when we were doing all the hard work by ourselves. So I see him as a wicked and opportunistic person, who will cheat us at any occasion. However, it looks like he has a doubt in his mind, and thinks we might be Wraithcaller. We cannot know though if he fears this corrupt being, or if he could consider collaborating with him. The only certainty is that he his aware of our magical strength.

Therefore, I think we should take advantage of his doubt, and the first thing I would be inclined doing is to bluff. We could thus say that we are Wraithcaller, and something like: "Don't you feel the darkness inside me?". Then, we could menace him and tell him not to interfere with our undertakings. I also consider it would be justified to lie, because we must protect the seed, but if we take this course of action, and he discovers we are trying to fool him, we might draw his ire on us. So we could alternatively tell him we aren't Wraithcaller, BUT that our magic faculties rival his. That way, he would stay wary of us.

And whatever choices we take, I agree to ask him questions, like who he is, and what is the nature of his powers, but I'm against the idea of saying that we have never seen that kind of power before and put emphasis on this fact. It might make him assume that we are impressed by his magical abilities, and increase his confidence in his capacity to overwhelm us.

Afterwards, if he still wants to fight, the fastest attack would probably be... another sharp spike of ice? And if we manage to salvage the seed, I think we should wait that the old man isn't around anymore before planting it.

I finally would like to know the opinion of the other players on my different ideas.

[Strik3r]

Therefore, I think we should take advantage of his doubt, and the first thing I would be inclined doing is to bluff. We could thus say that we are Wraithcaller, and something like: "Don't you feel the darkness inside me?".

I vehemently disagree. If we do this and he's aligned against the Wraithcaller, he'll strike us down without a second thought. If he's on the side of the Wraithcaller, he'll ask us to demonstrate our power, which we can't do. Even if Crackantler agrees to be summoned (and he might have to be anyway, at the cost of slightly corrupting our own spirit), summoning one wraith isn't going to cut it. And we don't actually know anything in the field of dark magicks.

It's better that we try to remain in a neutral position if we can.

So we could alternatively tell him we aren't Wraithcaller, BUT that our magic faculties rival his. That way, he would stay wary of us.

And whatever choices we take, I agree to ask him questions, like who he is, and what is the nature of his powers, but I'm against the idea of saying that we have never seen that kind of power before and put emphasis on this fact. It might make him assume that we are impressed by his magical abilities, and increase his confidence in his capacity to overwhelm us.

Something like that. Perhaps yes, we should pretend not to be surprised but rather... Bemused by his display of power. Something to the effect of "That's a nice trick there... Where'd you learn it?"

Edit: If we need an arrogant and belittling personality to imitate, we could attempt to channel Nami herself. It can't be that difficult since we already have her echo within our mind.

[Yellow Pixel]

I vehemently disagree. If we do this and he's aligned against the Wraithcaller, he'll strike us down without a second thought. If he's on the side of the Wraithcaller, he'll ask us to demonstrate our power, which we can't do. Even if Crackantler agrees to be summoned (and he might have to be anyway, at the cost of slightly corrupting our own spirit), summoning one wraith isn't going to cut it. And we don't actually know anything in the field of dark magicks.

It's better that we try to remain in a neutral position if we can.

Ah, yes... I didn't realize that saying we are Wraithcaller could backfire in so many ways. Thank you to enlighten me on that point!

Something like that. Perhaps yes, we should pretend not to be surprised but rather... Bemused by his display of power. Something to the effect of "That's a nice trick there... Where'd you learn it?"

This is good. +1

If we need an arrogant and belittling personality to imitate, we could attempt to channel Nami herself. It can't be that difficult since we already have her echo within our mind.

And what a charming idea you got here! I'm sure that communing with Nami's mind could prove pretty useful to try beating Rathegaru in a battle of wits... +1

[King Zultan]

+1 To all the things.

[Quaksna]

Seriously? Is that all it really takes to quell crackantler's boundless hunger for that spirit? is that seriously all the respect he deserves as an adversary?

Well yes but actually no. Okay I should probably address this properly - The way I see it Crack is in an inherently weaker position right now and he can not get past you. The only way he could reach the seed now is if you yourself let him, or forget about him (basically become a Q'uaksna  ) and thus he was free to seize it. He could lash out and fight, but the odds aren't in his favor, so rather than that he would corrupt you over time, step by step. But looking back, none of this was properly communicated to you, and I take the blame, I apologize. The moment was not meant for laughs, it was more of Black being dismissive/slightly annoyed that he has this constant burden, not trying to be cocky or just being a jerk. Again, I am sorry, I still need to figure out how to work with Crack. Also I am very forgetful, it's pretty likely I wanted to delve more into it but memory failed me. Thanks for sticking to this project regardless. I absolutely love your dynamic in the replies, the way you are able to change minds of one another, just wow.
I don't deserve this.



. . .

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

You concoct a plan on how to respond, starting with channeling your guide, whose viper tongue may help you sound more convincing.



"I am not him, but he would wish to be me, for he envies my power..."



The man remains unsure, looking at the dead titan, then at you again.

"Well you seem like a rather mighty spirit wielder, and you do have a wraith onto you... Eh..."



"And your tricks are rather quaint, old fellow..." you say with a grin. "Where did you came across those secrets? Who are you, and of whom are you?"



You can clearly see on the man's face, he's carefully thinking over his next response. At last, he stands upright and lays his arms back to the sides.



"I am upmost representative of Melabil, the grand iron girdle of the north, back from a mission."



"It is highly unlikely you have ever heard that name, and for a good reason. We study arts that are considered by many to be... Unclean."



"Human magic..." you think. "Cold, dead, and soulless. Of power indisputable and effect grandiose, but stale and lifeless, despised by our kind. This seems like some particularly odd branch of it, though..."

"We have also shown interest for the likes of this Wraithcaller, his affiliates or other sorcerers of this particular trade, which you seem to be, I suppose."

"Is it so?"



Whispers of Nami echo your mind, and you maintain your cunning guise, with your thoughts flowing fast, and your words sharp.



"You could have just told me you pursue secrets of death outright, mister... That's not to be ashamed of!"



The charade is going well. You can see Rathegaru somewhat relieved, believing you indeed wield wraiths on daily basis. But there is also this sense of awe and respect you've built. It truly seems you've put his guard down.

You try to pick up a scent from him while staying vigilant. And there is death coming from him, that you can align to what you've sensed back in the ruins, but it seems obscured... Somehow. The earring radiates considerable power, of a different kind, but you have to stop focusing on that, as the man starts talking.



"The mission was a success and I am on my way home, and it is truly a happy coincidence I had the pleasure of meeting you here, but unfortunately, I can not stay. However, on behalf of our organization, I hereby invite you to visit. West bank barrows, you shall be welcome."



He steps onto his rock and turns around.



What do you want to do?

[Strik3r]

[ I absolutely love your dynamic in the replies, the way you are able to change minds of one another, just wow.
I don't deserve this.

You absolutely deserve it! You cultivated the culture of this thread to be what it is and embraced it; all the theorycrafting/headcannon, the unparalleled influence that the players have on the direction... Sometimes i think you give us(and me especially) way too much leeway, but i'm grateful for it, else i don't think this game and this story would be the same.

Thank You for making this project. No one else could make ToDW.
Now onto what i think we should do:

I guess we should probably check on our companions and see if can get them back up.

Then, lets snag some of the titan's fur, for those cloaks.

We should also take note of the direction Ratheganu takes off in on his rock. Just in case we want to visit his organization... For whatever reason. It's not entirely impossible that Rufithiìnevi (Gravemoth) and his chosen host, the Soulcatcher, would be in that direction, intent on fighting the necromancers, as the  Soulcatcher is about the closest thing to a 'Paladin'. Or perhaps they may be allied with/leading the necromancers, as Soulcatcher/Gravemoth are bit like necromancers themselves, wielding souls of the dead as a weapon. That is if he's managed to turn them toward the side of good which is unlikely but possible.

Either way, going to a potentially hostile necromancer's camp or whatever without the backing of someone like Rufithiìnevi, who can banish undead, is a huge risk. Or at least the help of any great spirit at minimum.
EDIT: Also wanted to congratulate you on making your 777th post, Q. I think it being an update to ToDW bodes well for it.

[Yellow Pixel]

Cool! We've made one more dark buddy! The seed is safe also, wich is a relief.

So now we can:

check on our companions and see if can get them back up.

And I agree to:

snag some of the titan's fur, for those cloaks.

I'm sure they will be very comfortable and sneaky, but there will be perhaps a downside to walk around in the snow with them: henceforth, we'll look like a band of three small yetis! Not that I dislike yetis, but still...

Then, I believe the most imperative thing to do will be to plant the seed, ere the wraith gets too hungry. However, despite the great significance of the act, we should probably wait a reasonable time before, because I'm afraid that if we don't, our dear friend Ratheganu will feel the huge surge of life energy that the seed should release, even from miles away. I'm pretty sure he would rather expect us to devour or corrupt it.

Meanwhile, we could collect the fur for the cloaks while watching the seed, and we could ask Flax and Sas to explore the hole in the ruins, or at least clear out its entrance. Maybe it will help us to finally clarify the dire events that happened there.

And once everything is done, we should get some sleep, so to be bright eyed and bushy tailed before continuing our adventure toward Flax's settlement. I really think that our potential visit to the necromantic organization should wait after our forthcoming meeting with Rufithiìnevi, as he might tell us more about the nature of this worrisome Melabil society and join us to fight it, if it becomes necessary.

[King Zultan]

+1 to the above things. Also I think we still need to get the knife since that guy interrupted us getting it back, because we need it to get the fur from the body, also how are we gonna cure the hide so it wont rot as I don't think we have the stuff to do that on hand.