With Duillin following closely behind, Fernis hurried to the place in the cave used a supply storage room. She dug a tiny hole in the center of the room and placed the sheath on it, allowing it to stand.
She carefully backed away from the sheath and took a deep breath.
Alright...
But I guess I should give him a little more information first.
He must be confused out of his wits.
She turned to Duillin, and suddenly remembered she had not introduced herself to him yet.
"I am... Indher, the runemaster. Call me Lerfina, if you like." she began what seemed to be a lecture with a most serious tone.
"I will spare you the smaller details, but I believe you should know...
I am the one responsible for Iduran's appearance here. I attempted his complete resurrection, but there were many things I did not expect. For one, I did not expect his very being to shatter within a day and be absorbed into the nearest foreign object. Second, I did not expect him to drag me all the way to Tjed. In other words, I'm helping the soldiers of Tjed because it's Iduran's will, not mine. Which brings me to what I have brought you and him, mostly him, here for..."
She turned to the sheath, standing stiff on the ground like an altar.
"My business with Iduran is not finished, and so I've made this. In theory, it should allow him to communicate with us if you place him into it..."
Fernis shrugged. The runes didn't exactly let Iduran speak as he pleases. She didn't know any other way, so she made a series of runes that lock onto a consciousness and translate it's thoughts into sound. Of course, having been a soul for a while, Iduran should have mastered thought-control, but there was still a risk of invoking an Iduran who is simply unable to shut up...
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Kerig was somewhat startled.
The response seemed too... Simple.
"Umm, hello..." he said in response "We have been looking for, uh, you, for about a week now..."
"That was aYEAR you boot-brain" Weloss reminded him.
"I-I mean year! Right!" Kerig corrected himself and continued.
"You see, my little friend here..."
Weloss pointed out to Kerig that he was huge, but Kerig decided to ignore that one mistake.
"...Claims that you, uh, mister Crow-Nose, have the power to get a certain thingy..."
Weloss angrily told Kerig to call it 'Etherium', as 'thingy' sounds stupid.
"...A thingy he calls 'ethnenyum' or something like that, from souls, and uh, if you get it..."
Weloss urged Kerig to use the word 'power', even though he was hesitant.
"...If you get it for us, we, uh, will let you use our new power as you please..."
Kerig paused to sigh.
"He just wants to use the power, he doesn't really care how, and frankly, I think accesing the physical realm when you are indestructable is pretty rude..."
This was another one of those times Weloss would have sighed, had he been able to.
"That was the most pathetic speech I've heared during my eternal and boring existence." He told Kerig with a tone of disappointment.
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After several houres of travel, Iskatyl reached a fork in the road. Looking in the distance, one road seemed to lead to shore, while the other seemed to lead towards a mountain.
After a minute of standing and thinking, Iskatyl decided to head towards the mountain, since there are bound to be more people inland, and hence, there was a greater chance to run into Eranor...
Iskatyl began to quitly and clamly walk towards the mountain, not knowing about the attack of the lizards and that which awaits him...
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Having easily ended the story of another family of farmers, this time without burning anything, Zakon enjoyed the calming sound of his own, steady steps on the damp grass.
He walked and walked, staring at the moon as he slowly licked the blood off his knife.
Which direction was he walking now? He didn't notice, nor did he care.
However, something seemed to be getting on his nerves, even though the night was peaceful.
Yes, while the night was peaceful on the outside, deep within Zakon, an argument was taking place...
Someone claimed that cheese is irrelevant to pitfalls, someone else laughed at him, and another claimed that one by the name of "third person" was lying and should be hanged as soon as he recieves his neck for his eighteenth birthday.
These arguments, though not uncommon, greatly annoyed Zakon. He repeatedly told them to shut up, and they did...
For about ten seconds.
The voices then continued to chat about roses, violins, cooked rice, bubbles, clouds, frogs...
And various other irrelevant subjects.
Zakon was especially annoyed when one of the voices suggested him to be renamed "Moza'ovolkillaz", and almost attempted to stab the voice, but then he was reminded that he would have to split his own head open to do that.
The voice that suggested the name apoligized, and suggested the name "Mastah OVCHEEZ", and upon not recieving any response what-so-ever, it finally decided to shut up.
BANG! Zakon's concentration on shutting up the foolish voices in his head has led him to running face-first into a boulder.
Annoyed even more at this turn of events, Zakon split the boulder open, and sat down on one of the formed halves.
It was time for a rest.