>>5280263>>5279996>>5279765>>5279762>>5279725>>5279721>>5279706>>5279702>>5279693>>5279684>Choose the FLINTLOCK.>Ask about Yorrick. He certainly seems like the happiest of Ava’s half-siblings..>Ask how Ava is holding up, and tell him to be honest, because you're worried about her“The flintlock, then.” You pick the handgun out from the cloth. The firelock has got a satisfying weight about it, and you set about examining it in close–a carved, glossy black piece engraved with skeletons in danse macabre. The bullets are bone white and each tingle against the skin of your palm.
“Ah.. the BLACK HAND, then? Yes, that’s a curious one.” The skeleton rubs his chin–or, where it would be on his jaw, you suppose. “A relic left behind by an old soldier. He came to this dungeon some time ago, in search of a cure for death for his ill wife. He was a decent man–actually <span class="mu-i">laughed</span> at my hilarious puns–but he failed all the same. He died a million and one times, hung his hat up, and left this gun behind with me.”
“You know what it does?” You examine it–it seems rather ordinary, if not for the strange, burning bullets.
“It’s a decent, simple weapon.. not too much in the way of weird magicks like the crown or knife. It just kills very, very well.” Yorrick examines the gun. “Of course, that doesn’t mean much down here. There is no way around resurrection. But you may find it useful against a strong opponent.. so long as you’ve got a decent eye for that sort of thing. Because I definitely don’t!”
“You seem rather.. <span class="mu-i">together</span>.” You remark. “We haven’t had much the same luck with your brothers and sisters, to tell the truth.”
“Yes, well.. I live life a bit more laissez-faire than them. Some decent food, booze, and a woman with a fat ass.. so long as I’ve got those, I don’t mind death one bit. Just throw my bones to the dogs when I’m good and done.” He winks. You don’t question how he can somehow enjoy food or carnal pleasure. “My heart hurts for ‘em, though. Must be hard to live when they’re so scared of death.”
“And.. about Ava.” You begin. “How does she fare? To be honest, I’m worried for her. We’ve had a difficult journey.”
“Ahh.. Ava, Ava.. Well, you should know that this journey is <span class="mu-i">always</span> difficult for her.” Yorrick taps his ribs. “I see her every five, ten years or so. We talk a little about life and she continues. But she’s always alone, and she’s always got this look in her eyes.. it really weighs on her to come here. It’s understandable, really. But, this time, even as hard as the trip must’ve been on her, her heart seems more light than usual. I guess I have your little crew to thank for that.”
“Always difficult?” You question. “Why?”
“Well, that’s on Ava to tell you, isn’t it?” Yorrick tilts his skull.
>Progress. You’ve spent enough time here.>Switch your chosen relic out for another.>Write-In. 