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But then one of the questing phantasms returned, the spirit relaying the message impressed upon its ectoplasm.
"That one is cunning, yes. No ostentatious vault to proclaim that one’s worth to the world. A simple cave hidden on the northern coast of Vandor, near Lokar serves as treasury, reachable only by swimming through a lake, a moat infested with a swarm of reanimated sharks. Beware! A shark in life knows as much as it does in death, which is little except killing!"
Before K’tala could grab the phantasm’s coalescing form in an effort to ring the name of that one’s mysterious benefactor from out of its chthonic substance, the ghost lost its coherence and dissipated in a spluttering of half-remembered regrets. K’tala cursed that one’s own craftsmanship and prepared to plan.
This was not a task that one could entrust to a temperamental toyol, nor did that one wish to burden himself by carrying a jar sloshing with blood and amniotic fluid. K’tala left after a week of thoughtful contemplation, a small group of well-preserved revenants at that one’s side should trouble burst like a volatile corpse. At the water’s edge, that one paused and sent a revenant lumbering into the depths, which was promptly dragged below the surface as the waters frothed and churned. A limb floated to the surface but did not stay there for long before it too quickly disappeared from sight, followed by stillness and quietude like that of a virgin crypt. K’tala stood at the edge of the water and considered possibilities.
But then one of the questing phantasms returned, the spirit relaying the message impressed upon its ectoplasm.
"That one is cunning, yes. No ostentatious vault to proclaim that one’s worth to the world. A simple cave hidden on the northern coast of Vandor, near Lokar serves as treasury, reachable only by swimming through a lake, a moat infested with a swarm of reanimated sharks. Beware! A shark in life knows as much as it does in death, which is little except killing!"
Before K’tala could grab the phantasm’s coalescing form in an effort to ring the name of that one’s mysterious benefactor from out of its chthonic substance, the ghost lost its coherence and dissipated in a spluttering of half-remembered regrets. K’tala cursed that one’s own craftsmanship and prepared to plan.
This was not a task that one could entrust to a temperamental toyol, nor did that one wish to burden himself by carrying a jar sloshing with blood and amniotic fluid. K’tala left after a week of thoughtful contemplation, a small group of well-preserved revenants at that one’s side should trouble burst like a volatile corpse. At the water’s edge, that one paused and sent a revenant lumbering into the depths, which was promptly dragged below the surface as the waters frothed and churned. A limb floated to the surface but did not stay there for long before it too quickly disappeared from sight, followed by stillness and quietude like that of a virgin crypt. K’tala stood at the edge of the water and considered possibilities.
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