Canister! Yay!...Create Artilla? I don't know...
Finally found you! But how are you still alive after all this time?
"I have endured quietly these long years, trusting in the skill of the Shapers who crafted me. They fed me well before they left. I should be able to live for a century yet without difficulty. I am called Povralus."
'What do you eat?' You were never told that, and it seems a bit important now.
"The Shapers fed us a solution they crafted. They fed us long and well, and kept our powers strong. I am not hungry yet, but I know other minds on this island endured much greater exertions than I. If you find them, you may find them to be weak and unhelpful. And even, sadly, deranged. Solution, however, may revive them."
'Where could I find some?'
"I do not know. I believe that all we had here was fed to me before I was sealed away. The solution can, if properly sealed, last many, many years. So you may still find some on the island." Hmm.
'What happened to this school? Why is it in ruins?'
"I do not know. Is the school in ruins? Nobody has visited me for so long with news of happenings elsewhere. I know little. The last contact I had with your kind was when most of my knowledge was blocked off."
'All of it, gone?'
"The instructions were vague, but I believe that I followed them properly. I remember little now, from before my erasing. Mainly, I remember Defniel. He was the head teacher. he was angry when it was closed."
'Can you teach me anything?'
"I was instructed to forget all I learned, know, or could teach, and any information that could not be forgotten must not be taught to anyone. I have attempted to follow those instructions as best I could."
'Nothing at all?'
"I think I can work some minor modif... I... I can not act in this way. It contradicts my directions."
'I was sent by the person who gave those orders. They have been cancelled.' You lie, hoping you sound convincing enough. Surprisingly, you do.
"I can't teach what I don't know. I was very thorough. The only modification I can give is this..."
It doesn't look like it does anything, but I feel a burning sensation all throughout my body. Povralus is changing me, just like those canisters do! It makes no sense! These servants are weak creatures, They should be unable to affect a Shaper in any way. And yet Povralus just changed me! It is completely unlike anything I've ever seen. Soon, the burning stops, and I feel that my skills have improved again. Povralus says, "I will now forget how to do that, since those are my orders. I am glad. It is my last knowledge." I then leave, and decide that I will find out what is behind the doors before I leave.
This one had a canister that made me feel more durable!
And this one had a new spell! I do not feel strong enough to use it, though.
I supose We should explore Watchill now.