>>6318212“Hard ta’ say…” Volka replies as she gives one of her tusks a good scritch! “No one’s seen Sysska in ages! The other lords never really went away, but her? She’s supposed to be pretty smart… My understanding is that she’ll sleep for a hundred years or so, and then <span class="mu-i">BOOM!</span>” She exclaims, adding an appropriate sound-effect, “Suddenly everyone’s complaining about finding a Fuuxi or five scurrying around in the sewers!”
She uh… she still hasn’t told you how they deal with them.
“OH! Right, right, I was just gettin’ there!” The girl puffs out her chest with a fresh grin! “Well I never tried it myself, but I heard it from some of my tavern buddies: Best way ta’ beat ‘em is to get <span class="mu-i">plastered</span>!”
You probably stare down the Skog for a minute or so before you realize she isn’t gonna elaborate. P-plastered?
“Yup <span class="mu-i">yup!</span>” Volka nods! “See, folks say the Moleggs were the ones ta’ dig ‘em up from the depths, but the SKOGS are the ones that know how ta’ really deal with the bastards! Ya’ grab a handle of Futskaa, yea? Down that stuff like it’s yer’ last day in Zoral… hang around in Fuuxi territory… and then…!”
…Then?
“Then what else?! Ya’ let ‘em nip yer’ arm or leg or tail off, and while they’re getting buzzed off yer’ blood ya’ pummel ‘em into a pulp!” Volka ends the explanation with a triumphant laugh! “Regeneration… gotta love it, am I right?”
What if they bite a Skog’s head off, though? Just like that, all of Volka’s enthusiasm fades.
“... Huh. Well I guess it ain’t exactly foolproof, is it?” Before you can marinate in the awkward fear left in the wake of your question, the Skog dispels it with a smile forcing itself onto her face! “A-anyways, a good blade works well enough too! Ooh, or maybe a HAMMER–they’ve got enough chitin ta’ make a Molegg blush, y’know…”
Well at least you have something to look forward too assuming Trier doesn’t turn your soul into origami… and these Fuuxi: they show up all over?
“NNnnnkinda?” Volka weakly answers with a noncommittal shrug! “They mainly stick to the East–lotsa food in the forests out there and not too much in the way of civilization… they’re probably the biggest reason <span class="mu-i">why</span> so few people settle out that way, actually…”
And… if they head West? The girl blinks her big yellow eyes.
“... Well then I guess people won’t settle much <span class="mu-i">any</span>where!” Another blink. “... Oh… this might be bad, huh?”
One world-ending crisis at a time, please! You still need to deal with Trier somehow… and The Spicys, from the looks of it!
“Hah! Well I’ll take a few gangsters and a kooky mage over a Fuuxi horde any day!” Laughs the Lamplighter!
“... Wait, nah… I’d take the horde… no… no wait-”
>CONTD. 