[This at least has proven a more interesting endeavor than endlessly traveling under the scorching sun and swooping weird creatures alongside more dead people. Moran throws himself into studying the parchments, especially with the help of translations, and making notes of the many linguistic discoveries int here along with what he gleaned from the farm's account books.
The language is not identical to that of Sa-hareth, but it is close, related in some way at least. It's also pretty flowery, which is going to be a lot less useful in the long run, probably, but truly, Moran is just happy for the intellectual stimulation. Sill...]
I wonder if those are real, or if they manifested from the stories people tell. It really feels like this land is intent on showing you loved ones and regrets, so they might be real.
B. GHOST CURFEW (attempted)
[The ghosts seem to have taken charge of the caravan, which doesn't really matter to Moran since they are still moving in the right direction.
It becomes a bit trickier when ghosts try to approach him about curfews and such while he is deciphering some parchment by the light of the fire, because Moran, being still quite firmly entrenched in the fact that ghosts are illogical and should not exist, has simply opted to... ignore them, when they try to address him. And besides, he's not tired and who would sleep when there is knowledge to be acquired!]
.... Hm, this seems to follow quite closely behind that other one. It makes references to the same events but from his side. Have you seen this one yet, Xunxian?
C. TEMPLE MAGIC
[Moran has been mostly spared visions of loved ones so far, but not anymore with the unleashed magic from inside the temple. The whole caravan seems so much busier, and the shadows are indistinguishable from people, and he walks about in a slight daze, looking this way and that.
Suddenly a brightly dressed young woman with fancy hairpins runs past him, and his heart stops in his chest as he whips his head around.]
Feifei!?
[She turns back and smiles at him, and then she's gone, and he's left with his am held out as if to catch her hand, but left empty-handed. But just as he's about to sigh and move on, another figure emerges from the crowd.
Tall and thin, a bit taller than he is himself, wearing rich robes of dark green and gold, his hair pulled up by a tall and elaborately carved hair ornament.
Beitang Moran [Old timer (shut up Moran you're 26)]
[This at least has proven a more interesting endeavor than endlessly traveling under the scorching sun and swooping weird creatures alongside more dead people. Moran throws himself into studying the parchments, especially with the help of translations, and making notes of the many linguistic discoveries int here along with what he gleaned from the farm's account books.
The language is not identical to that of Sa-hareth, but it is close, related in some way at least. It's also pretty flowery, which is going to be a lot less useful in the long run, probably, but truly, Moran is just happy for the intellectual stimulation. Sill...]
I wonder if those are real, or if they manifested from the stories people tell. It really feels like this land is intent on showing you loved ones and regrets, so they might be real.
B. GHOST CURFEW (attempted)
[The ghosts seem to have taken charge of the caravan, which doesn't really matter to Moran since they are still moving in the right direction.
It becomes a bit trickier when ghosts try to approach him about curfews and such while he is deciphering some parchment by the light of the fire, because Moran, being still quite firmly entrenched in the fact that ghosts are illogical and should not exist, has simply opted to... ignore them, when they try to address him. And besides, he's not tired and who would sleep when there is knowledge to be acquired!]
.... Hm, this seems to follow quite closely behind that other one. It makes references to the same events but from his side. Have you seen this one yet, Xunxian?
C. TEMPLE MAGIC
[Moran has been mostly spared visions of loved ones so far, but not anymore with the unleashed magic from inside the temple. The whole caravan seems so much busier, and the shadows are indistinguishable from people, and he walks about in a slight daze, looking this way and that.
Suddenly a brightly dressed young woman with fancy hairpins runs past him, and his heart stops in his chest as he whips his head around.]
Feifei!?
[She turns back and smiles at him, and then she's gone, and he's left with his am held out as if to catch her hand, but left empty-handed. But just as he's about to sigh and move on, another figure emerges from the crowd.
Tall and thin, a bit taller than he is himself, wearing rich robes of dark green and gold, his hair pulled up by a tall and elaborately carved hair ornament.
Moran is rooted to the spot.]
... Xiongzhang?