>>6312141“... The <span class="mu-i">Coalition,</span> correct.” Nods the Chytree as she gracefully dodges your flub. “Ironic, really–our people fought and died to secure those ruins, yet when the dust settled we were too busy fending off Skogs to really examine them…”
You heard the Coalition won that one.
“And <span class="mu-i">that</span> was where our gracious host stepped in.” Lis’tat explains, eyes flickering like a Jack-O-Lantern! “A meeting was held. Representatives from both parties were allowed to remain–I wasn’t privy to what they agreed upon, of course, but historians have their suspicions.”
L-like what? The Chytree takes another sip before continuing.
“Dark pacts. Blood Rituals. Vagrants and Workers disappearing in the night…”
Oof. They didn’t tell you <span class="mu-i">that</span> at the museum.
“There’s much we don’t know about the Nuugal or their Empires of old,” The Professor continues in an almost reverent tone, “And for good reason. Those who go poking too deep beneath the surface get dragged below, to use a crude metaphor.”
So these Nuugal folks–they knew how to stay alive? Like Trier does?
“The Nuugal were gifted in spellcraft, but deficient in many other areas," Muses the Chytree as her glass dances around in her claw, “Ethical concerns, to name one.”
Didn’t they, like, make Chytree? The girl shudders as she nods at your question.
“Indeed. Slaves to a race of serial experimenters, at least until they began summoning demons. The significance of Trier’s background is not lost on the Chytree community, but many have opted to ‘let bygones be bygones’, given the circumstances.”
Dumb question, you begin as you let Obber take a few licks from your glass, but why hasn’t anyone, y’know… <span class="mu-i">asked</span> him this stuff?
“Some have.” Lis’tat replies as the Beakwolf in your lap tips the rest of your drink into his gullet, “You’re bound to meet a few when you visit the <span class="mu-s">KHORROZEH WING</span>. I think you’ll find they’ll answer your question better than I ever could.”
Does everyone in this stupid fantasy world have to be so <span class="mu-i">cryptic</span>!? Before you can voice your thoughts, you hear a gentle chime ring from the corner of the office!
<span class="mu-b">”AtTenTIOn: TO the PArTy asSiStING PRofESSoR MINdO atTuNINg NeW SEaLS: PLeASe RePOrT TO thE SToNE GArDEN.”</span>
You’re pretty sure that’s Oti, but you try not to react too hard. Lis’tat, however, ain’t buying it.
“Somewhere to be?”
What say ye?
>Yep! Thanks for everything!>One more question, actually! (What?)>Actually… can you bring some of my friends to me?>Write-In! 