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For a summary of these events, see the story summary. (OOC) This is a record I've been keeping of events on the Shadowland shard. (Actually not all of these were scheduled events; some of them "just happened" while I was online.) This only details the events that I've personally been able to attend or that I heard about while in character at some point, and of course everything is from Ki's point of view, so not everything that has ever taken place on the shard will be covered. Finally, dates listed are of the date of the event, not the date the journal entry was written.  Enjoy! - Ki Note: Thanks go to Andrella for some of the screen shots. If anyone else has..."stored a memory like a picture" please feel free to pass it along for inclusion in this journal!  In this journal, images which have a bold outline and the magnifying glass icons are thumbnails. Click them for larger views!* All annotations are OOC.
[8/27/2004] I am going to have to summarize entries for a while. Andrella and I have decided on only two hours of sleep a night, and that does not leave me opportunity to do much writing. We grow short on time... We visited the castle to speak with Lord British. For the first time in a long time, we actually found him in the throne room. He was just finishing up speaking to some scribes as we came in. The king looked grave as the scribes walked out of the throne room. "The scribes have just informed us that there are nine days left until the comet will impact," Lord British told us gravely. Nine days. I still am not sure if we have enough time. We have decided to finish the shrine quests and then go into the daemon seal and hope for the best. If we can find the generator, maybe we can do something about that comet... Andrella suggested we test the Yew Jail first. I had mentioned it earlier--that we could test how Jarred had managed to escape his mytheral-lined room--but we had never gotten around to it. "It will only take a moment to test it," as she pointed out. So we went there and spoke with one of the guards, explaining that we needed the guard to unlock the door so that I could enter the cell and test something. She did so, and I walked into the mytheral jail room and pulled out the Orb, forming a red moongate. I was about to make a triumphant noise when abruptly the gate winked right back out again. I blinked in surprise, noting that the Orb's glow was already fading. That was fast. Outside in the hallway, Andrella cried out and suddenly ran out of the jail hall. I followed her breathlessly. "What is it?" I demanded. "I saw Jarred!" she gasped without slowing down. We ran all over but couldn't find him. My Orb was still faint, so I assumed that Jarred's wasn't yet working either. He must have escaped on foot, but there were so many ways he could have gone, and we weren't able to track him down. Andrella and I realized with a sinking feeling that Jarred must have been trapped in the jail cell all this time. He had been hidden. And when we'd opened the door to let me in, he'd slipped away. "I can't believe we didn't think of a Reveal!" Andrella sighed. I was frustrated at our stupid mistake, but there was little we could do about it except wait for Jarred to show up again so that I could shoot him again. At least we knew our trapped room had worked... I suddenly thought of Kilmas, and how, in the past, Jarred has pursued him relentlessly, almost to a fault. Fearing for his life, Andrella and I ran to the guard post to warn him of the danger. During the conversation, we pointed out that Kilmas doesn't look like his old self, so perhaps he could hide in plain sight. "We need a new name for you," I said. "What can we call you?" "Aisis calls me Ham," Kilmas chuckled. "Why Ham?" we asked. "She says I am a ham. I don't know why." We laughed a little. "How about Hamu?" I suggested. "That sounds cool," he agreed. "We'll see you later, then, Hamu," we smiled. We walked back outside, musing about Jarred. I pointed out, "I'm sure we'll run into him again. I'll just have to be quick on the draw." I chuckled a little. "There is a small window of time in which he can escape," I added, thinking about the few seconds that I had managed to have a moongate opened. "He didn't use it last time, but he might be expecting it next time. So I'm thinking maybe we should, erm, disable him first." Andrella snickered, understanding what I meant. "I'm sure I can stun him first," she winked. "And if worst comes to worst, I will just shoot," I agreed. "I didn't want to ask anyone, because then my father would know I lost it," Sami admitted sheepishly. "He doesn't know?" we asked in surprise, and she shook her head. "He told me not to wear it that day. But I snuck it out." Recognizing the test of Honesty, Andrella and I urged her to tell her father. She finally agreed, and I was glad that she wanted us to come along. I wanted to see this through. So we went together to the inn, where, timidly, Sami told her father her years-old secret. "I know," Tomas smiled gently, hugging her. "I'm glad you finally told me." "You knew!?" she gasped. "Professor Sarin found it," he said. "He brought it to me." Tomas stepped back, holding Sami at arm's length so that he could look at her face. "Sami, I wanted you to tell me. You don't have to be scared. I want you to be honest." Andrella and I smiled. Tomas handed her the bracelet that he had been holding all of those years, just waiting for Sami's confession. But Sami turned and gave it to us. She wanted to thank us for all that we'd done for her. "My mom was an adventurer too," Sami told us. "And every time I look at this, I know it's more then just jewelry. Maybe you can find an adventuring use for it!" I couldn't help but chuckle. "I'm sure that we will." We found Saitor at the far guard post, but that's not all. He was with a small group of guards who had chained a man to the wall, and they seemed to be interrogating him the hard way. I blinked when I realized I recognized the man. "Bantham!?" "Avatar! Andrella!" Bantham gasped out weakly. "Help!" We rounded on Saitor, who said that Bantham was a crime lord who had stolen and laundered a lot of money. This confused us, of course. While we tried to get the details of the story, Saitor kept accusing us of being part of his crime ring. Finally we got Saitor to tell us, "Well, Oakley has stunning evidence against him." "Oakley!" I let out in exasperation, and Andrella agreed. It was pretty obvious to us--Oakley was framing Bantham! But how could he do this, when the man had just done him a favor by giving him his position back? I was quite furious. Andrella shoved Saitor aside and went to talk to Bantham directly. "This guy is crazy," the merchant gasped. "He keeps asking for the money, but I don't have it. Oakley stole it and gambled it away." We assured him that we would take care of it, since we had, after all, pledged to be responsible for Oakley's actions. Andrella turned. "Saitor, release him. He is innocent." "No," Saitor responded stubbornly. Andrella straightened up. "Then I challenge you for his freedom." "What kind of barbarian land are you from?" Saitor protested. He threatened to tell Lord British of all of this, but we informed him that we'd already talked to the king about Oakley's past deeds. We explained to Saitor about our previous dealings with Oakley and Bantham. Saitor rubbed his helmet thoughtfully. "That is far contrast to Oakley's story. But, Bantham said the same thing." He snorted a little. "So who shall I take the word of? One I know consorted and supported Lord Blackthorn? Or the High Knight and the Avatar and a carpenter?" I gave him a look. "I think I got it," he assured us. "We did promise to deal with this," Andrella pointed out. "So let us deal with it." "You think we need your help!?" Saitor snorted. "I think you better leave this to the big kids, Andrella. You and your pretty knights can go plant flowers. I will apprehend the crime lord." Andrella's fury level was visibly rising. "Excuse me!?" I stepped back. It only got worse from there. Andrella and Saitor were throwing verbal barbs back and forth. I sputtered a few times, trying to intervene, but neither of them paid any attention to me. Finally Andrella pulled her gargoyle blades off her back. "You want to play?" "You want to go the healer's?" Saitor smirked, twirling his bardiche. "I don't plan on visiting you at the healer's," she told him. "Oooo," I breathed. They went on a little further, until at one point Saitor told her to go away, that he was going to free Bantham and take care of things. "Close your mouth and open your ears," Andrella shot back. "You're done here. I'm taking control." Saitor and I both stared at her. "Close my mouth..." he repeated, then suddenly spun around. "Go on! Get out of here!" he snapped at his knights, and they scrambled away as if terrified. When it was just the four of us, Saitor turned back to Andrella, steaming. "Never tell me to shut my mouth in front of my knights! You are lucky you still have your head!" "Aww, did I hurt your poor wittle feewings?" Andrella cooed. I'm not quite sure this is how we were supposed to challenge him... Saitor smacked her hat off with his bardiche. I watched in float to the ground with a bit of surprise. Andrella struck back like lightning. I barely blinked my eyes and suddenly she had Saitor in a headlock, and he was sputtering uselessly. She freed one arm and reached up, wrenching Saitor's helmet off his head and tossing it to the ground. I blinked in surprise, because Saitor was still wearing a helmet, this one red, the shade of a phoenix. I looked down at the silver helmet that Andrella had pulled off him. It was still laying there on the ground. I looked up again. "Just how many helmets are you wearing?" Saitor gave a strangled cry and scrambled out of Andrella's grasp, turning and high-tailing it out of the guard post at a dead run. I scratched my head in confusion. "No one has ever seen Saitor's face," Bantham murmured in awe as we freed him. Interesting. Saitor had seemed positively terrified that someone would manage to see his face. I made a mental note to ask Lord British someday if Saitor is human. We returned with Bantham to his shop in Minoc, then went to talk to Oakley. We found him in his house, and he reeked of ale. Andrella summarily dumped a barrel of water over his head while I watched in surprise. "Can't stand alcoholics," she growled as he sputtered and wiped at his dripping face. "Makes you weak. Now," she added, setting him down at the table, "we have to talk." Oakley had guessed why we were there, at least. I suppose he'd realized that his little cover story that placed the blame on Bantham had gotten back to him. He explained how Saitor had come to collect back taxes, but lacking the money, Oakley had dreamed up the story about Bantham instead. "Just to buy some time," he added. When we told him how he'd ruined his one chance that we'd given him, he lamented, "But I don't have the taxes we owe the council!" "Because you spend it on booze!" Andrella retorted. "Not just that," Oakley muttered. "The pirates took all my money!" When we asked him why, he shrugged. "I lost a game of dice..." I sighed. "Just why were you gambling with pirates?" Oakley sputtered in his defense, and we learned what we'd already guessed--these weren't just any pirates, but Hook himself, whom we'd already known had dealings with Oakley in the past. Since we needed to get to Hook, we forged a deal with Oakley. Hook and his goons were going to be coming to Oakley's at midnight the next evening. Andrella and I would be there to apprehend them. And Oakley would quietly pretend he didn't know of any of this, or risk being killed by the pirates...or by Andrella. Andrella also decreed to Oakley, "You are no longer co-owner of The Oaken Throne. You are now his floor cleaner. You're going to chop the wood, wash the windows, bring him dinner. And you're not going to quit until I say you can." She glared at him. Oakley gulped. "But what about the taxes?" he sputtered. "What about the pirates?" "You earn your taxes, and let us take care of the pirates," I chuckled. "You're not part of the council anymore, so you don't need to worry about taxes," Andrella informed him. "I'm off the council!?" Oakley let out in despair. "Aye, as of this moment." "Maybe we should elect Bantham to replace him," I suggested. Andrella agreed. Oakley cried harder. We started for the door. I felt pity for him. "You won't have to deal with the pirates," I reminded him in a kind voice. "But you will have to work to repay what you owe. It's only just." Oakley nodded stiffly. "I will, I swear! No more lies!" "But if you warn the pirates about us," I reminded him, "you will have to deal with them yourself too." Andrella snickered. "I would never!" "Good." I dusted off my hands. "So, tomorrow night then." "And Oakley, lay off the ale," Andrella added. I agreed. "Clean up yourself, and maybe things will improve again. Earn your place this time." "I will," Oakley promised. Then he added almost tentatively, "Is Bantham okay?" No thanks to you, we could have said, but didn't. "He's fine," Andrella replied. "Let's keep it that way, okay?" He nodded with a sniff. We let ourselves out. Andrella paused to glance over her shoulder. "We'll be watching you..." [9/10/2004] The next morning I found Andrella weary but grim. "We need a plan," she told me. "I read the Tome." I went still. "So you've learned how to read it." "I didn't really plan on it," she admitted. "I couldn't get to sleep and the next thing I realized...I was reading it." I didn't say anything for a moment. "What do we need a plan for, then?" I asked lightly. "I read about the spell. The book does weird things though. When you read it and then say 'Well, what if this happens?' the story almost changes before your eyes." I blinked slowly. "So you can explore different possibilities?" "It appears so... However, it doesn't give exact details." "I'd love to know how to stop that comet," I grumbled slightly. "Will finding the generator even help?" Andrella shook her head. "I don't know." "It's the only path I can think of. If it doesn't work... I'm sorry, I don't know what to do." "Well, at this point, we should just continue moving forward," Andrella agreed. "But from what I've read, whether I cast the spell or not, things don't seem to bode well in the end. Even if I stop the comet...there are other...problems." "That's the problem with knowing the future," I couldn't help but comment. "I'm surprised the Time Lord can ever dredge up a smile. Sheesh." Andrella tried to smile and failed as well. "The Tome says K'mosh will be the end of this place anyway, whether we stop the comet or not." "That's what Kilmas said," I nodded. "But I just can't give up and admit defeat. Not until I'm not breathing anymore." Andrella got to her feet, her tone turning light as she brushed herself off. "Well, we are breathing now. Let's do something." I agreed, and we started for the door. "But," Andrella added suddenly, "you have to promise me you won't avenge my death if I cast the spell." She stopped by the doors of the keep to look at me. "Just for now, until we come up with something else." I gazed at her for a moment, trying to figure out just what it was she was trying to get me to promise to. I figured she couldn't tell me because it was something she had seen in the Tome, but I wasn't about to make a promise when I didn't know the terms. So I had to make sure that I made the promise on my terms. "I won't do anything stupid to make the sacrifice in vain, if that's what you mean. It does mean a lot to me. But I...hope we can find another option." Andrella grinned slightly. "I knew you couldn't let that slip by you." I laughed a little. We stepped out on the lawn. "You know, in the Tome, the comet doesn't destroy Britannia," Andrella mentioned musingly, almost as if as an aside. "K'mosh survives the comet either way, but it makes it easier for him to take over Britannia." "Wait, I'm confused. I thought the comet would destroy the entire planet." "The impression I got was the land would still be here, though a crater. And K'mosh would rule." I considered that. "I hadn't thought about the possibility of perhaps just surviving the crash..." "Well, according to the Tome, you survive the comet," Andrella pointed out. "I don't know who else does." "I do..." I repeated slowly, and couldn't help but laugh, though bitterly. "Now isn't that that just ironic? They summon the comet here to destroy me, and I am the one who survives it..." She chuckled. "Aye, until you fight--" But her voice trailed off, as if she didn't want to say it. I glanced sidelong at her, then let the subject drop. We traveled to Skara Brae for the Spirituality Quest and asked around for Tabil. We came across her finally and learned that she was distressed over the fact that her husband had joined the Following. After talking with him for a while, we finally convinced him to put off the Following, and the a medallion of the Following that he had crafted with his own hands. It was quite good workmanship, but I shuddered at what it represented. Andrella and I took the medallion with us. I knew we would need it at the shrine. When we were done, we stopped by the keep briefly to prepare for the next quest. That was when one of Andrella's knights came and alerted us that Yew was under attack by orcs. Andrella and I threw each other glances, then quickly gated to Yew. The foes we faced there were not unexpected--pretty much all of the orc clans, except for the Renegade, as Goarla had warned. The battle was not particularly difficult but it dragged on for a long time as the orcs seemed numberless, and we had only a few knights and guards. After a while I spotted a familar face and rode in that direction. "Dupré!" "Kianne!" he echoed without missing a swing of his mace. "Am I glad to see you!" There was little time for chat, but we covered each others' backs as much as possible. Finally the numbers of orcs dwindled away until the streets will filled with nothing but their dead bodies. "Whew." Dupré wiped his brow. "Is everyone okay?" We regrouped and nodded. I put my hands on my hips as I surveyed the carnage. "That was a nice distraction," I said sarcastically. "I'm glad you showed up," Dupré said to Andrella and I. "I rushed in as soon as I heard." "We did as well," I nodded. "The Viagbor and Keeka clans have all decided to join Jarred," Andrella pointed out with disgust. "I fear this is only the beginning," Dupré sighed. I had to agree. "That attack was well coordinated," he commented once the threat seemed to have finally been taken care of. "I assume it was a distraction of some sort." I frowned. "A distraction for what though?" "I don't know." And that was the problem. By the time we were done fighting, it was already going on nighttime. Since we were already in Minoc, Andrella and I picked up our moonblades for good measure and headed over to Oakley's house, where Andrella stuffed an uncooperative Oakley into an armoire and told him not to make a sound. She then positoned herself in the bed, to pretend to be Oakley, and we waited for the pirates to arrive. Hook was punctual, if anything. He and his pals checked through the window first, but I couldn't get a clear shot from where I was hiding in the shadows beside the armoire. So we waited so more. Hook finally came around to the door, let himself in, and walked into Oakley's bedroom, planning of course to find Oakley there. I fired from the bow of Justice the moment he walked through the door. Andrella jumped out of the bed simultaneously, but there was no one in the bedroom to fight; where Hook had been was just the burst of ankh-shaped light from my shot that faded quickly. She and I nodded at each other and quickly ran out into the main room of the house, where Hook had left his goons. The pirates heard us coming and fled like the plague was on their tails. I put my hand to my eyebrows, like I was looking off out some vast vista. "Wow, they can really move when they want to." We heard sounds of protest from the armoire. "Oh yeah!" Andrella grinned. "I knew I was forgetting something." She winked and went back into the bedroom to unlock the closet. Oakley came spilling out into the room, looking around in confusion when he saw nothing but us. "He's gone?" he repeated in disbelief when we told him that it was done. "Where is the blood? Where's the carnage?" "Justice was served," Andrella said simply. "No need for blood and carnage." "You're sure?" Oakley asked. "We're going to the jail to check on him right now," Andrella nodded. "You know he has at least a two-hundred grand reward," Oakley pointed out. "Do we split the bounty?" Andrella was about to stuff him back in the armorie, but I considered it. "Whatever you earn from this, you give to Bantham whom you harmed." I shot Oakley a look. "All of it." He stared at me. "All!?" When I nodded, he seemed to deflate. "I guess I don't have a choice, really?" "I think it would be the just thing to do," I pointed out. "Oh, and we will get the bounty," Andrella grinned slyly. "Then we will bring back your share. And you should give it to Bantham yourself." Oakley agreed because he really had no other option; and anyway, he should have just been thankful to be alive. Andrella and I traveled to the Yew Jail and ran across Dupré, who commented to us, "I just got word that Hook appeared in a cell!" "Good," I grinned. "We're just on our way to see him." Dupré took one look at us and shook his head in amusement. "I should have known." We checked on Hook just to be sure, and discovered that the jailers had already moved him to another cell--leaving Jarred's mytheril cell empty and waiting for him. We received the bounty--five gold bars and some tokens--and said goodnight to Dupré. Returning to Minoc, we gave Oakley a share of the reward from some of our own gold, since we knew we needed the bounty for the shrine. Then we went with him to the Oak Throne to make sure that he delivered it to Bantham. Luckily for us, Bantham was one of those types of people who never sleeps, because he was hammering away at one of his projects even this late at night (or early in the morning, I suppose). Oakley was whistling when walked out of the shop. "That felt pretty good!" Andrella and I had privately agreed that if he mended his ways, we would allow him to keep some of the money for himself. So we had withheld a small portion of the gold until afterward, when we gave the rest to Oakley as thanks for what help he had given us in capturing Hook. "Wow, this is too generous," he said, surprising me. "Really, I didn't do much. Well I did, but this is still nice!" We laughed. "Thanks. I'm not going to screw up this time," Oakley promised us. "I mean it." I gave him a smile. "That would be good to see." [9/17/2004] "M'lady, Kianne. Batlin has been waiting to see you. He's at Cassidy Hall." "Batlin." I spun to shoot the knight a look. He had no other information; he'd simply been waiting for us to return to the keep so that he could deliver his message. Now that he had done so, he excused himself and went back to his duties. Andrella scowled. I reached reflexively for the Orb. "The moonblades. Let's stop at Skara Brae. We can use Nystul's moongate back, right?" So that's what we did. We kept the blades sheathed though, deciding not to draw attention to them. Then we returned through the moongate and walked boldly into the museum. Batlin had his back to us, gazing into the perpetual fire in the center of the room. But when he heard us enter he turned to face us with the most curious distraught look on his face. "Andrella, Kianne," he greeted us with no sense of animosity. "I have tragic news." He took a breath, as if composing himself. "Maharba. He was...he was..." His voice dropped to barely a murmur. "...murdered." I raised an eyebrow and exchanged a covert glance with Andrella. So did Batlin really not know who had killed Maharba, or was he just playing more games? "Do you know how this happened?" I asked him evenly. Batlin nodded. "I am afraid I know. I think you know as well." Oh ho. "I'm sorry to bring this news," Batlin told us, "but your friend Caton has been possessed by a powerful deamon. And it was his hand that murdered my innocent and caring ally." I held back a burst of laughter. Jarred had been there, but it wasn't he who had killed Marharba. Although I couldn't fathom that Jarred wouldn't have told Batlin by now what had happened. Even if they weren't on the best of terms, they were still allies...of sorts. Batlin clenched a hand into a fist. "I want Caton's soul. But I know it was not Caton that performed the deed... It was the deamon of his soul." "We must save Caton from this daemon," I agreed. "I fear Caton is behind the attacks that occured last night as well," Batlin told us. "Poor Caton... He must be saved." I resisted rolling my eyes. I wasn't sure whether to be amused or troubled by the fact that Batlin was still playing along as if he didn't know that we were onto him. But then, I realized abruptly, Maharba had acted as if he didn't know either, until Jarred had told him. "It is troubling to see," Batlin was saying while I pondered this. "But with my last visit to Caton, he seemed...displaced. He wanted little to do with the Following." Well, good, I thought, but of course I didn't say it. "Now I know why," Batlin sighed. "The daemons were at the door of his soul and he succumbed. If only he had more faith..." Gag me. "Do you know how to destroy this daemon in him without harming him?" I asked, just to get Batlin off his current topic. "Through much mediation, the elements have blessed me with an answer," Batlin nodded, and I began to reget having asked. "A way to destroy Caton's daemonic soul. Though what will be left of his body, I don't know." He shrugged. "It's not Caton's soul we wish to destroy," I pointed out darkly. "I understand," Batlin said. "I would not like to see anyone harmed. Caton was a good man." I felt like laughing again. "You must find him," Batlin told us, reaching into his satchel. "And when you do, you must use these." To my utter astonishment, he pulled out a bag with three Light Materia. I swear that's what they were. What in the world was a daemon doing with objects the element of Light? "The holy Materia," Batlin told us as he set the open bag on the floor where we could all see the white stones shining brightly. "These are..." I gasped, reaching out reflexively to take one. "No! Do not hold them!" Batlin countered me quickly. "The power is too great. You must throw them quickly at Caton, making sure not miss." My head shot up. "Throw them?" This was a new one. "What will that do?" Andrella asked. "The holy power of the elements will destroy the daemon of his soul." I frowned. That made way too much sense. What was Batlin plotting? "And what of Caton?" Andrella asked impatiently. "Didn't we just go through this?" "The daemon that has his soul will not let it go easily," Batlin told us. "If Caton's heart is strong, he will survive." He shrugged. Andrella didn't want to take that as an assurance, but I gestured at her to pick up the bag with the Materia. "Thank you for the help." Batlin nodded. "It is imperative he be stopped. His soul is being tortured, and I fear he will murder again." "Do you think we don't know that?" Andrella let out. "I understand your frustration, Andrella," Batlin began, but I wasn't about to let them go at each other's throats. "We will do everything we can to stop and save him," I broke in. I couldn't help but give Batlin a wry smile. "You know this." He nodded. "I hope no others die at Caton's hand..." "We will do what we can to prevent that as well," I agreed. "Speaking of which... We should probably be looking for him." I looked at Andrella, and she nodded. Both of us turned. "Wait," Batlin spoke up. "There is one more matter..." We paused to turn back. "No," Batlin decided, "it is none of my concern. Forgive me." Of course, that's just begging for us to ask. "What?" Batlin paused for just the right amount of time to make a show at his hesitation. "Well, it is just that I am afraid Caton will try to harm your friend. Was his name Kilmas?" I blinked. Andrella asked steadily, "Why would he be a prime target?" "In the visons granted me by the elements, I have seen that Kilmas is in great danger. The deamon hungers for his soul." Batlin shrugged. "Well, just be certain his faith remains strong. Perhaps you would allow him to attend a mass?" Oh sure, that's the last thing we would let him do. "He is not of the Following, just like Kianne and I have decided not to be," Andrella pointed out bluntly. "I have--" I started, but broke off when, of all people, Kilmas decided to walk into the room just then. "Hi, Hamu," Andrella greeted him without missing a beat. But Kilmas was staring numbly at Batlin. "Is something the matter?" I asked him pointedly. Kilmas swallowed and ran his tongue over his lips. "Yes... Can I speak to you alone?" "I was just leaving," Batlin spoke up. We bid him farewell, and as he walked out of the building, I put a finger to my lips and silently shadowed after him, making sure he went through the moongate that leads off the island. Finally I returned to the museum. "I think he's gone." "That man..." Kilmas started. He still looked a little pale. "That was Batlin." I nodded my head with a grimace. "Niltab," Kilmas spoke in a whisper. "Why were you speaking with him!?" "He was speaking with us, trying to manipulate our thinking as usual," Andrella said in disgust. "He...he's a deamon!" Kilmas nearly squeaked. "Aye, we know," I nodded. "But for now, we need to buy time." "He is strongest here in human form," Andrella told him. "We can't attempt to fight him right now."(while leaving, tell Andrella about the Materia being the Light power from Pearl) | |||||||||||||||||
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