H<\/span><\/p>\n ard day, indeed. My hearing is returning, albeit very slowly. Everything is muffled and it feels like my ears have been filled with cotton. I can barely hear the others\u2019 voices through it, and even when I do I can\u2019t recognize who is speaking unless I am looking directly at them. Still, this is an improvement from half an hour ago when I couldn\u2019t hear anything at all.<\/span><\/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 given Lute parchment and quill, and he is busy scribbling down some history of the Rimerunners Guild. This isn\u2019t strictly necessary but the distraction and focus seem to be calming his nerves. He said he wanted to stay with us, but it\u2019s obvious we can\u2019t keep him completely out of harm\u2019s way, formidable though we are. As soon as I can engage in conversation again, I\u2019m going to suggest that we use the eggs to hide him somewhere secluded until we are finished here.<\/span><\/p>\n I\u2019m also going to suggest that we distribute the remaining stones among us, and turn them against our adversaries. As we weaken them, we strengthen ourselves. Why shouldn\u2019t we put our gains to use?<\/span><\/p>\n When we are out of this place I think I am going to learn to speak some Giant. Not that Sparna didn\u2019t do well bluffing our way past the trolls with some prompting (I thought suggesting he ask \u201cDo you need more coal?\u201d was a delightful touch), it\u2019s just that I hate <\/span>almost<\/span><\/i> being able to do something. As much as I complain about mom\u2019s insistence that I learn Thassilonian, it has enough in common with Giant, Varisian, and Shoanti that knowing it lets me muddle through the others. But there are gaps, and the gaps are largest with Giant.\u00a0 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.<\/span><\/p>\n It\u2019s a shame the bluff didn\u2019t hold. Well, I suppose it <\/span>did<\/span><\/i> hold, it was just spoiled when the monks in here called out for help. When the first troll burst into the room\u2014literally bursting in by destroying the door\u2014I thought we might be in trouble, but I was able to use a water orb to keep the others from following suit. Only fighting one at a time was still dangerous, but it was more of a battle of attrition than anything else and we had more resources at our disposal. I also learned that my little acid darts stop them from regenerating, which meant that I could contribute more directly to the effort.<\/span><\/p>\n I am not sure what to make of the Tian woman. She 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 bided her time, waiting for an opportunity to escape. It was obviously a miscalculation, but I can’t help wondering what it says about the people here that her first instinct was to save herself rather than help them. I am hardly surprised.<\/span><\/p>\n W<\/span><\/p>\n e have found Suishen! And the raven with the red feathers is dead! For the first time I feel as though we have regained the upper hand here, and I am growing more optimistic that we will finish this before nightfall. We are closing in.<\/span><\/p>\n Lute is hidden away with a small stash of eggshells and a potion to render him invisible. When the former are expended, he will 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.\u00a0 I 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\u2019t come to that.<\/span><\/p>\n His history of the Guild has been invaluable and it has fueled the speculation about Silverskorr. Though Lute was elected to the board fairly recently, he’d known Silverskorr for much longer. About a year ago, she and one of her close friends and advisers, a Tian woman by the name of Kimandatsu, were on a trading voyage somewhere to the south. Their ship ran into a series of powerful storms and Kimandatsu perished at sea. Silverskorr was very shaken up by the experience, and after a long period of mourning she slowly became, in Lute\u2019s words, more focused and driven. He describes her as a formidable opponent.<\/span><\/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. We can’t prove it, but what other explanation makes sense?<\/span><\/p>\n You would think that we would have learned by now not to walk into the same ambush twice, but that is exactly what we did. This time, as we emerged from the cloak room we noticed a large number of ravens and crows gathering among the rafters in the main hall. I felt my hair standing up along the back of my neck and before we could react we were struck by a brilliant arc of electricity. Olmas 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, \u201cIs that it?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cYes,\u201d I replied. And he let it fly. Seconds later, the raven was lying dead on the floor below. The ravens and crows scattered through the smoke holes in the roof. And that was that.<\/span><\/p>\n It seemed so anticlimactic. After all that creature had done to us, after all the grief and misery it had caused, it died before the fight had even begun. Don\u2019t 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 <\/span>here<\/span><\/i>. We\u2019ll never know what circumstances brought it into the armory, but this sort of luck goes beyond coincidence. Desna\u2019s hand, perhaps?<\/span><\/p>\n What especially caught my attention afterwards was that the raven was still a raven even after it had died. My (albeit limited) understanding of shape-shifting spells and abilities is that they expire when you do. Our prevailing theory had been that the raven was really a druid in animal form, but now we had proof, 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.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cWhat do you make of this bird?\u201d I asked her after she settled on my shoulder.<\/span><\/p>\n She looked it over and replied, \u201cThere is something not right about it. It\u2019s a raven, but it\u2019s <\/span>wrong<\/span><\/i>.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n \u201c\u2018Wrong\u2019 how? Other than its size?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cIt just feels <\/span>inherently wrong<\/span><\/i>.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n Yet another mystery we\u2019ll probably never solve.<\/span><\/p>\n Back when Uksahkka was kidnapped, Helgarval had floated the theory that the raven was Runecaster\u2019s familiar. I am not convinced of it, though. Wouldn\u2019t Nihali have been able to tell? I think so, but I don\u2019t know for sure.<\/span><\/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). We found his living quarters, and neither they nor his research lab said \u201cwizard\u201d 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.<\/span><\/p>\n And this brings me back to the \u201craven is his familiar\u201d theory: most sorcerers do not have familiars. It\u2019s not unheard of but it\u2019s rare, and those that do usually come from families with a legacy of traditional, arcane magic. It\u2019s not impossible that Runecaster had a giant, <\/span>innately wrong<\/span><\/i> raven as a familiar, but it just doesn\u2019t seem likely.<\/span><\/p>\n What Runecaster <\/span>does<\/span><\/i> have is hands. Giant, disembodied hands. As pets, or something. <\/span>Gods<\/span><\/i>, these people. They were apparently hiding under his bed, and scampered out to attack when the first of us entered the room. The smell was disgusting and it made several people ill. At one point someone said \u201cblunt weapons only\u201d so I brought in a small earth elemental to help. Blunt is more or less their whole <\/span>thing<\/span><\/i>.<\/span><\/p>\n When the skirmish was over I used the elemental to settle a disagreement I had with Qatana earlier. I wanted to return to the water room, but she insisted on looking 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 also didn\u2019t want to cause a problem. I feel like the others sometimes get irritated with me. When even Qatana is getting frustrated maybe that says I need to do a better job of picking my battles.<\/span><\/p>\n In the end, the elemental reported there was only one way in and that was the one we already knew. Behind that door was a narrow well, and lodged deep down in that well was an item that radiated powerful, powerful magic: Suishen. Silverskorr had apparently found herself at a loss for what to do with a sword she could neither use nor destroy, and settled on \u201ctoss it in a hole and hope no one finds it\u201d as the answer. Her impatience may end up being a costly error.<\/span><\/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 heads: \u201c<\/span>I SENSE AMATATSU SCIONS AT LAST.\u201d<\/span><\/i><\/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\u2019s protectors and will allow us to wield it (I remember Fynn saying that the sword \u201cnever felt right\u201d to him, and according to the others Helva had said something similar). Assuming Ameiko doesn\u2019t wish to carry it herself, Olmas has stepped forward.<\/span><\/p>\n One more thing. We asked who threw it down in the well. The answer? \u201cThe oni.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n I just had to know. \u201cA purple ogre?\u201d I asked.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cYes.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n Too many coincidences.<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Arodus 15 (Ravenscraeg, Noon) H ard day, indeed. My hearing is returning, albeit very slowly. Everything is muffled and it feels like my ears have been filled with cotton. 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