I'm going to a bad place soon, a bad place with NO INTERNET! ZOMG! [/idiocy]
So before I go, I want to have an update of my own (part journal, part narrative):
Limul Thak's Journal
It hasn't been too eventful around here. We entered the city and were immediately surrounded by idiots trying to make a monie or two. I don't get how free markets work; just give me anarcho-communism any day.
The lich crystal's subconscious is gone now. We know who it's observing, too: Tamunshin. Poor sap's been under Ancient influence for about five years, according to Navi. Oh, that reminds me: I got Navi back in my subconscious again, seeing as the lich crystal's gone now. I'm free!
Will write more later. I'm about to head after Tamunshin with Navi's help.Limul Thak left the inn after giving Walter a nod; he was too drunk to care, apparently. He weaved through the alleys of the city, with Navi giving basic directions:
"Left, north, right, south..."
"Don't give me coordinates, now! I don't bloody know which way's north!"
"Just use the sol!"
"It's the SUN, daft git, and it's nighttime!"
"Fine. Left. Right. Wait! Somebody's coming."
Limul stopped and turned towards the running noise. He noticed a rather grungy man, a hoodlum or the like, doing what looked like escaping; But from what...
"Ahh! Ahh! *huff* *huff*"
"Hang on, there, friend. What's the problem?"
"*Huff* OHMIGODADWARFADWARFIMGONNADIEGONNADIE-"
"CALM DOWN, ARMOK DAMN IT!"
Limul slapped the hoodlum and shook him, making him calm down by force, a feat usually not possible. Dwarves, of course, aren't about to follow rules.
"Don't kill me! I don't want your money!" the hoodlum cried, before breaking down and sobbing again.
"Let me help," Navi said. Navi projected his essence into the hoodlum, and sang an old Elven song that was used in mourning to calm upset relatives, a song that Limul found to be epiphanic. He almost felt like Armok was claiming him, like he was about to breach the gates of Armok's bloody citadel... And suddenly, the song stopped. Both he and the hoodlum slumped over.
An hour passed as Limul got over his near-transcendence, and the opportunity he missed in grounding too soon. He finally shook himself awake and asked Navi, "What the bloody hell did you do to me?"
"It is an ancient elven song, sung to calm the upset. You, being relatively stable-"
"Relatively?"
"You are a dwarf, are you not? Regardless, you were not meant to hear such a song. It made you feel like euphoria would take you, did it not?"
"It did, yes."
"It was merely an illusion, I assure you. Please, we must focus on the task at hand!"
"Right, then. What's your situation, man?"
"I'm, er, I'm a member of; was a member of; a gang. Me and me mates took people's cash for drinks after work. Well, we ambushed an old midget; dwarf; don't kill me!; anyways, I'm the only survivor."
"Was that the cracking noise we all heard two hours ago?"
"Yeh; yeh; listen, me mates are DEAD! I just wanna go home..."
"What's your name?"
"It's... it's... er, Roland, sir."
"Well, Roland, you're helping me with what I'm doing, got it?"
"Y-yes, sir."
Limul followed Navi while dragging his new accomplice, Roland, behind him, until they reached a rather grim mausoleum braced against one of the city's walls.
"Stop here... the influence of the dread crystal on Tamunshin is within that grave. Wait here a moment while I evaluate the threat."
"Right. Tamunshin, a "threat". I'll just get my feather-duster, then," scoffed Limul, while donning his helmet and placing Navi in his bracer. He drew his axe and asked, "Are we good?"
"Yes, we are "good". Enter at your own choosing."
"Roland? Your ready, eh?"
"S-s-s-sure. Just let me get this axe off of my back, sir..."
"Roland?" Limul and Navi asked at once, turning around to see what the axe in question was. It turned out to be Bomrek.
"Bomrek? What. The. Bloody. Hell!?" Limul yelled.
"Wait. Another essence is here. An artifact of dwarven hands, I presume," said Navi quickly.
"Bomrek, what's on your mind?"
"Oh, clever," said Navi quietly, forgetting that he could not be heard outside of Limul's mind.
"Er... this is awkward. I was here to monitor Tamunshin, and I saw a friend being followed by a human. I figured I would, er, help out?" Bomrek said in explanation.
"Bomrek, this is Roland, a hoodlum-turned-sidekick. Roland, Bomrek, an acquaintance of mine."
"Er, hi Bomrek. Can you, you know... remove the, er, axe?"
"Oh, right, sorry."
Five minutes of catching-up later...
"So," began Limul, "Shall we enter the mausoluem?"
"I was worried about the danger, but my axe said oth-"
"What? Your axe talks to you?"
"No."
"..."
"..."
"Shall we?"
"I suppose."
Limul and Bomrek headed into the mausoleum, but Limul stopped short and asked Roland to follow suit. He slowly drew a dagger and did, to Limul's immediate relief, follow suit.
Limul Thak's Journal
We heard some creepy voices up ahead, so we stopped for a minute to let Roland calm down. Bomrek has a telepathic axe that acts as a perfect compliment to my elf, according to what Navi can find. It and Navi had a great conversation that ended relatively well for a talk between dwarf and elf; it was only cursed to a painful existence on the Plane of False Hope, and Navi was only sworn to be slain eternally by a demon of the Plane of Destruction. All in all, a perfect talk by most standards.
Apparently, Bomrek is trying to keep his axe a secret, but he knows about Navi, if not about the specifics anyways. I wonder what the secret's about...
Roland's breathing has slowed, so we're going to continue. It feels like it's going to be three weeks by the time we get to the bottom of this...
~LT See everybody in three weeks.