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Alright old man give us the briefing.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PL-95JArJpM&list=RDPL-95JArJpM&start_radio=1
"Attend me well, for the strands of fate have been woven, and the course of events shall not bend to whim or folly. No matter how the winds of chaos may howl or what mischiefs arise upon the path, the end remains unchanged. Two fates lie before us, etched in starlight and shadow: either thou shalt guard me as I conjure the spell, or I shall shield thee both whilst ye summon the arcane forces. There is no third road."
"Now, heed me closely, for I speak of horrors born of nightmare and bone—the cursed fiends of ash and ember. Their flesh is like burning coals, their touch degrading the body as rot does fruit. Yet oddly, aye, absurdly… chewing gum and tree sap—yes, I speak in earnest—do bind them, hold them fast. The magicks of both shadow and light find purchase against them. Fire? Tolerable at best. But if thou canst harness the power of the stars—what the old ones call radiance or radiation—then thou hast found a worthy bane."
"Nightmares, like revenants of the old crypts, rise again and again unless bound. Keep them trapped with thunderstones—what the tinkers now call EMP grenades. Lacking those? A pail of tree sap shall do. Or if thy courage runs hotter than thy sense, chew thy gum and spit it true—like a peasant duelist flinging curses with cud."
"And gods preserve us… I ride not with the Anonfolk on this quest, no I do not. Fools, the lot of them, would likely attempt carnal congress with mercury thiocyanate—yea, the cursed alchemical flame that births blackened serpents from naught but heat. To touch such a thing with one’s flesh… it is akin to grasping the embers of hellfire, to stroking a turd still steaming from a demon’s maw. If it does not burn thee to ash outright, it shall drain thy youth and leave thee an old man before moonrise. Mark me—touch not such things without wards, gloves, or divine protection!"
There. Ancient wisdom, cloaked in riddle and fire, as befits the tongue of a realm where dragons still sleep beneath the mountains. Wouldst thou have it grimmer still? Or more elvish, mayhap?
You kids got all that? and just to make it clear: the wizard isn't coming with us.
