H<\/span>ard day, indeed. My hearing is returning, albeit very slowly.\u00a0Everything is muffled and it feels like my ears have been filled\u00a0with cotton. I can barely hear the others’ voices through it, and even when I do I can’t recognize who is speaking unless I am looking directly at them. Still, this is an improvement from half an hour ago when I couldn’t\u00a0hear anything at all.<\/p>\n We learned about these stupid thunderstones during my studies but of course I\u00a0never gave them much thought. The idea of exploring the remote corners of the world as part of some\u00a0grand gest, facing off against man and monster, alike, seemed so ridiculous back when\u00a0I thought the worst I would contend with in life would be the\u00a0vagrants and vagabonds of the city,\u00a0and yet here we are.\u00a0Eudonius had said that arcane\u00a0power\u00a0is as much practice and experience as it is study, and that those who break from the solitude of the library, and the security\u00a0and stability of civilization,\u00a0will find themselves rewarded with power that flows faster and freer than they could\u00a0imagine. He was certainly not wrong about that. But he\u00a0was also quick to point out that the price of this path could\u00a0be\u00a0severe; that “countless numbers\u00a0have\u00a0paid it with their bodies, their lives, or their souls” and he does\u00a0not appear to be wrong about that, either.\u00a0I am making good progress on the first.<\/p>\n The others are not wasting the time it is taking for Etayne and I to recover. The pile of items to be analyzed and identified continues to grow as they search the numerous living quarters attached to the dojo. Between what they are turning up now and what we have found since last night, she and I will be busy for some time. I have taken a cue from their efficiency and\u00a0given Lute parchment\u00a0and quill, and he is busy scribbling down some history of the Rimerunners Guild. This isn’t strictly\u00a0necessary but\u00a0the distraction and focus seems to be calming\u00a0his nerves. He said he wanted to stay\u00a0with us, but\u00a0it’s obvious we can’t keep him completely out of harm’s way, formidable though\u00a0we are. As soon as I can engage in\u00a0conversation again, I’m going to suggest that we use the eggs to hide him\u00a0somewhere secluded until we are finished\u00a0here.<\/p>\n I’m also going to suggest that we\u00a0distribute\u00a0the remaining stones among us, and turn\u00a0them against our adversaries. As we weaken them, we strengthen ourselves. Why shouldn’t we put our gains\u00a0to use?<\/p>\n When we are out of this place\u00a0I think I am going to learn to speak some Giant. Not that Sparna didn’t do well bluffing our way past the trolls with some prompting (I thought suggesting he ask “Do you need more coal?” was a delightful\u00a0touch), it’s just that I hate\u00a0almost<\/em> being able to do\u00a0something. As much as I complain about mom’s insistence\u00a0that I learn Thassilonian, it is either an ancestor to or component of\u00a0Giant,\u00a0Varisian, and Shoanti. Speak it\u00a0and any one\u00a0of its descendants\u00a0and you can more or less follow\u00a0what someone is saying in the others, though of course there are\u00a0gaps. It’s those gaps that are frustrating, and they are the largest\u00a0with Giant. That, and it just keeps coming up. As we head north towards the mountains, I suspect it will continue to come up, and perhaps at a faster pace.<\/p>\n It’s a shame the bluff didn’t hold. Well, I suppose it\u00a0did<\/em> hold, it was just spoiled when the monks in here called out for help. When the first troll burst into the room—literally bursting in by destroying the door—I thought we might be in trouble, but I was able to use a water\u00a0orb to keep the others from following suit.\u00a0Only fighting one at a time was still dangerous, but it was more of a battle of attrition than anything else and\u00a0we had more resources at our disposal. I also learned that my\u00a0little acid darts stops them from regenerating, which meant that I could contribute more directly to the effort.<\/p>\n I am not sure what to make of the Tian woman.\u00a0She apparently stayed in her quarters, despite the loud and obvious skirmish happening on the other side of her door. If she had joined in we would have had a far more difficult time, but instead she bode\u00a0her time, waiting for an opportunity to escape. It was obviously a miscalculation, but more importantly I think it is\u00a0a sign of these peoples’ true loyalties, which are first and foremost to themselves. I am hardly\u00a0surprised.<\/p>\n W<\/span>e have found Suishen! And the raven with the red feathers is dead!\u00a0For the first time I feel as though we have regained the upper hand here, and I am growing\u00a0more optimistic that we will finish this before\u00a0nightfall. We are closing in.<\/p>\n Lute is hidden away with a small stash of eggshells\u00a0and a potion to render him invisible. When the former are expended, he\u00a0will use the latter to escape out the front door. It is risky, but on the other hand there is no one left here to challenge him. That we know of. \u00a0I am not entirely comfortable with the situation, but it was the best we could do under the circumstances. But if our momentum holds, it won’t come to that.<\/p>\n His history of the Guild has been invaluable and it has fueled the speculation about Silverskorr. Though he was elected to the board fairly recently, he had known or at least been familiar with her for as long as she has been the head of the guild. About a year ago, she and one of her close friends\u00a0and advisers,\u00a0a Tian woman by the name of Kimandatsu,\u00a0were on a\u00a0trading voyage\u00a0somewhere to the south. Their ship ran into a series of powerful storms\u00a0and Kimandatsu\u00a0perished at sea. Silverskorr\u00a0was very shaken up by the experience, and after a long period of mourning she slowly became, in Lute’s words, more focused and driven. He describes her as a formidable opponent.<\/p>\n This is too many coincidences for me. On its own this story sounds perfectly reasonable, but when added to purple ogres or ogre magi, shape-shifting oni, Tian strangers, and everything else that has happened to us, we can make a good case that it was not Kimandatsu that died on that voyage, but rather the real Silverskorr. There is no way to prove this (not yet, anyway), but what other explanation makes sense?<\/p>\n You would think that we would have learned by now not to walk into the same ambush twice, but\u00a0that is exactly what we did. This time, as we emerged from the cloak room we noticed a large number of ravens\u00a0and crows gathering among the rafters in the main hall. I felt\u00a0my hair standing up along the back of my neck and before we could react we were struck by\u00a0a brilliant arc of electricity.\u00a0Olmas spotted the bloodfeather raven among the flock and called it out. Ivan pulled out the slaying arrow we had found in the armory here, the one keyed to magical beasts, and nocked it while asking me, “Is that it?”<\/p>\n “Yes,” I replied. And he let it fly. Seconds later, the raven was\u00a0lying dead on the floor below. The ravens and crows scattered through the smoke holes in the roof. And that was that.<\/p>\n It seemed so anticlimactic. After all that creature\u00a0had done to us, after all the grief and misery it had caused, it died before the fight\u00a0had even begun. Don’t get me wrong: I am not complaining. If anything, I see that arrow as a gift that was given to us to use. To use here<\/em>. We’ll never know what circumstances brought it into the armory, but this sort of luck goes beyond coincidence. Desna’s hand, perhaps?<\/p>\n What especially caught my attention afterwards was that the raven\u00a0was still a raven even after it had died. My (albeit limited) understanding of shape-shifting spells and abilities is that they expire when you\u00a0do. Our prevailing theory had been that the raven was really a druid in animal form, but now we had\u00a0proof, more or less, that this was not the case. I was troubled, enough that Nihali could feel it and she came to me in the hall.<\/p>\n “What do you make of this bird?” I asked her after she settled on my shoulder.<\/p>\n She looked it over and replied, “There is something not right about it. It’s a raven, but it’s\u00a0wrong<\/em>.”<\/p>\n “‘Wrong’ how? Other than its size?”<\/p>\n “It just feels inherently wrong<\/em>.”<\/p>\n I don’t know what this means. Yet\u00a0another mystery we’ll probably never solve.<\/p>\n Back when Uksahkka was kidnapped, Helgarval had floated the\u00a0theory that the raven was Runecaster’s familiar. I am not convinced of it, though.\u00a0Wouldn’t Nihali have been\u00a0able to tell? I think so, but I don’t know for sure.<\/p>\n I am more confident in my belief that Runecaster is a sorcerer and not a wizard, and I mean that in the literal sense (to the common person, the terms are colloquial and interchangeable).\u00a0We found his living quarters, and neither they\u00a0nor his research lab said “wizard” to me. There are just certain items you need when you have to research and memorize spells, and such things were conspicuous in their absence: no spell books, no research tomes, no library at all in fact. It just had that feel of someone who has an innate connection to magic, and is working out spells through trial and error.<\/p>\n And this brings me back to the “raven is his\u00a0familiar” theory: most sorcerers do not have familiars.\u00a0It’s not unheard of but it’s rare,\u00a0and those that do usually come from families\u00a0with\u00a0a legacy of traditional, arcane magic.\u00a0It’s not impossible that Runecaster had a giant, innately wrong<\/em> raven as a familiar, but\u00a0it just doesn’t seem likely.<\/p>\n What Runecaster does<\/em> have is hands. Giant, disembodied hands. As pets, or something. Gods<\/em>, these people. They were apparently hiding under\u00a0his bed, and scampered out to attack\u00a0when the first of us entered the room. The smell was disgusting and it made several people ill. At one point someone said “blunt weapons only” so I brought in a small earth elemental to help. Blunt is more or less their whole\u00a0thing<\/em>.<\/p>\n When the skirmish\u00a0was over I used the elemental\u00a0to settle a disagreement I had with Qatana earlier. I wanted to return to the water room, but she insisted on\u00a0looking for a back way in. In the end I relented. In part it was because her reasoning made more sense even if it meant putting an unopened door at our backs, but I\u00a0also didn’t want to cause a problem. I feel\u00a0like\u00a0the others sometimes get irritated with me. When even Qatana is getting frustrated maybe that says\u00a0I need to do a better job of picking\u00a0my battles.<\/p>\n In the end, the elemental reported there was only one way in and that was the one we\u00a0already knew.\u00a0Behind that door was a narrow well, and lodged deep down in that well was an item that radiated powerful, powerful magic:\u00a0Suishen. Silverskorr had apparently found herself at a loss for what to do with a sword she could neither use nor destroy, and settled on “toss it in a hole and hope no one finds it” as the answer. Her impatience\u00a0may end up being a costly error.<\/p>\n As soon as it had cleared the top of the well, carried up by the force summoned by my spell, a booming voice echoed in our\u00a0heads: “I SENSE AMATATSU SCIONS AT LAST.”<\/em><\/p>\n Just as our visions had implied, Suishen is an intelligent sword. Ecstatic to learn that an Amatatsu still lives, it announced that it considers us Ameiko’s protectors and will allow us to wield it (I remember Fynn saying that the sword “never felt right” to him, and according to the others\u00a0Helva had said something similar). Assuming Ameiko doesn’t wish to carry it herself,\u00a0Olmas has stepped forward.<\/p>\n One more thing. We asked who threw it down in the well. The answer? “The oni.”<\/p>\n I just had to know. “A purple ogre?” I asked.<\/p>\n “Yes.”<\/p>\n Too many coincidences.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" (Ravenscraeg, noon) Hard day, indeed. My hearing is returning, albeit very slowly.\u00a0Everything is muffled and it feels like my ears have been filled\u00a0with cotton. I can barely hear the others’ voices through it, and even when I do I can’t recognize who is speaking unless I am looking directly at them. 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