!qw2cdBTZAc 10/14/11(Fri)17:35 No.16625388|
"This ghost is a loved one for one of my acquaintances, but has been robbing him of rest and peace of mind. The spirit has been non-stop in its pestering, leaving behind some rather startling evidence of its presence. Needless to say, it has roused my attention in the matter." You explain to him.
"Well, lead on then." Malmar points towards the door. "We'll deal with this restless spirit when we've made our way there."
And make your way there, you do. You see Jaran sitting at the table in his kitchen, working on a new piece of parchment with the old one sitting next to it.
"Ah! It's your home, is it, Master Jaran?" Malmar puts his hand up on his chest and inclines his head downwards. "Such a thing must be most distressing."
"Please, priest. Just do what you're here to do." Jaran says to him.
Malmar nods, walking inside. "Hmm, not an overly strong presence." He muses, casting a spell much like the one the necromancer had cast earlier. He looks up the top of the stairs, and his eyes widen. "Ah, there it is! Oh, it's coming down."
The specter of Yashana appears partway down the stairs, floating silently down to the ground. Jaran looks over in shock, dropping his charcoal pencil on the table. "Dear? I... I knew it was you."
She looks over to him, and appears to mouth something.
Malmar gestures out to her. "Madam, I am low father Malmar, brought here to serve as your interpreter." He reaches into his robes, and pulls out a number of long, thin stone rods. "If you can move things, which I have heard you can, perhaps you might use these to write what you wish to communicate."
The ghost looks over at Jaran, then bends down and picks up the rods, one by one. He seems frozen where he sits, watching with great intensity. Slowly but surely, letter by letter, she arranges the stone sticks.
THE CRYSTAL CAVERNS
"Yes?" Malmar asks her. "What about them?"
The sticks begin to form into new words.
ARE FALLING AROUND YOU