Events of Limul Thak's unconsciousness
As recorded by Limul Thak from memory after waking up
There was a blinding light, then darkness. All darkness. Then... then a red beacon lit in his subconscious. A kind of red, as if red could get sick and die... but this red was no longer dead.
"Wha-"
"Shh," said a hissing, mystical, nigh-elven voice in a low tone.
"O-okay."
"Are you frightened?" asked the floating stylus-crystal.
"Not really. I mean, you could have appeared in my mind as a slobbering beast, a tempting seductress, or-"
"Okay, not frightened, good."
"So... what IS going on?"
"Well, I was, up until approximately a week ago, a transspace communication device."
"A what?"
"A crystal that can be tuned into other crystals' owners, and then any voices nearby are relayed back and forth. I was forged by an elf, like all transspace communication devices are, and this elf no longer lives. A goblin shot him in his toiling, and so his soul is now in the only tuned crystal left.
"Why is this one tuned, and not the others?"
"They all died and no living beings are nearby that think hard enough to tune them back in. As you can imagine, the goblin hordes are incapable of tuning them."
"So... the elf is now in my possession?" asked Limul in a hopeful tone.
"...kind of. His soul has empowered me with his wisdom and knowledge, but his personality is beyond the veil of death."
"Am I stuck with this elven chatter until I toss the crystal, then?"
"Only when you need me for something."
Limul thought for a while, and finally said, "I can live with that. So, what happened?"
"You were knocked unconscious."
"I already see that."
"Well, I'm not omniscient nor omnipotent, so that's all I know."
"Why did I tune you?"
"You've been formulating your thoughts while holding me for nearly a week; it was only a matter of time before I awoke."
Limul relaxed a bit, then immediately tensed again as he asked, "Is my axe okay?"
"Of course it is. It's still in your possession, as am I. Once you lose me, though, I can't communicate with you any longer until we reunite."
"Hmm... is Oldbeard going to want you back?"
"Let's hope not. I had to tune myself back out multiple times to avoid being flooded with his ramblings and exploding."
"Even an objective mystical nigh-omniscient artifact can't stand Oldbeard's talk?"
"Not even."
End event one; there may be a second one, provided I have time before they wake up.
Seeing as Oldbeard had yet to take the crystal back, Limul kept it for his journals, and now it's stuck in his mind like an elven (and much less annoying) version of Navi from Ocarina of Time.