>>5271281>>5271291>>5271294>>5271297>>5271311>>5271312>>5271315>>5271322>If there’s any way to help your companions that’s not immortality, it’s in the journey to the bottom, not necessarily the end.>"I came here to find honour for my family and a wife to carry on the bloodline, but..."“My.. traveling companions are in some dire straits. And if there’s a means to help them, it’s in the journey to the bottom, even if not necessarily its end.” You affirm before you lower your voice. “And.. I came here to find honor for my family and a wife to carry on the bloodline, but..”
“Bah!--finding a wife down here?! Are you mad?! Gyahahaha..!” The undead begins to laugh. You grow hot in the face as she cackles. “You’ll find no more than monsters, madmen, and hunters down here! You can’t be serious? Are these your women? Are you trying to build a harem?”
“Well, that’s–” You glower, stumbling over words.
The berserker’s face reddens behind you, but she remains silent.
“Ah.. oh, hmmn. Would you look at that?” The undead suddenly pauses, near stumbling into her. She motions off to a tall, dark shape in the dark–you make out a chamber of crumbling stone and twisting brick, a strange, old ruin that lies eerily still in the mist and water. There are large, open holes in its face, and you can make out dark within. “You lot want to stop there or not?
“What is it..?” Emilia challenges the undead.
“It’s an IMPERFECT SHRINE. An old, half-broken one, not kept well and fallen to the elements. Maybe you’ll find a healer in there.” She sneers. “But, if you happen to die, don’t expect to resurrect proper.”
“What do you mean resurrect proper? How is it imperfect?” You ask.
“Mmm.. I don’t know. They break differently.” She shrugs noncommittally. “Maybe it’ll forget to bring back a leg, or a couple ribs. Maybe it’ll turn you into a monster. Maybe it’ll mix you up with someone else. Who knows? But it's safer for you humans than out here, though.”
>Stop by the imperfect shrine.>Continue forward.>Write-In. 