The feed clicks on to some kid who clearly just woke up. The angle's a little weird, like he's still flopped over on whatever he slept on (not bedding, by the looks of it; faint red imprints on his cheek suggest books).]
're there any ways to fight Shadows and stuff that aren't too reliant on muscles or supplies? I don't wanna be limited by how much of my formulas I have on me. [And, as an alchemist, he's kind of a squishy noodle-type. So anything that takes much strength won't go too well.
He's a bit sluggish to turn off the feed, but stops for a moment. Maybe if he were less just-woke-up-ish, he'd try to filter this or something. Who knows. Technology is still mysterious.]
Oh and, uh, if you know what happened to me back in winter or on my first day here, can you do me a favor and not tell Simon? I dunno how many people know. Maybe not about the cages, either.
[That's descriptive enough, right? Yeah, totally. Okay, off goes the feed.]
On the 27th we have planned the final fight for those who make it to save Yorda, however...what if you don't make it? What if you go to the wrong place!?
We want to make everything as fair as possible so we thought we'd give you some options incase things don't go well.
Would you like for there to be any negative effects from the event if "failed"?
If yes; what sort of consequences?
Death, with the option to opt-out.
Destruction of parts of the castle.
All of the above.
I chose no before.
Thanks for all your co-operation!
Sol Raveh Mods
As some of you have noticed, a few of us have recently had very vivid dreams even after the aftermath of Ozuma leaving us. Dreams that left some physical effects that shouldn't be possible if they were just dreams.
I've spoken with a few others already, you see. We agree that they're probably trying to tell us something. I think we have a starting point, but any pieces that can be added to the puzzle would be really helpful, you know?
That little dream stint we had caught me out in the pipeworks. Sleeping for days bent over a junction pipe did some horrible things to me, I've got an ache in my ribs that would stop a drunken Bulrathi.
If not, I'll deal. Heat and rest and stretches should cure what ails me, but I'd prefer a little extra kick. And a little less time taking it easy. That whole incident set me seriously behind schedule.
I may have thrown a grenade into the hall last night. I think whatever happened a few weeks ago is still trying to take root. I haven't had as vivid a dream as that in a long, long time. Never bad enough that it made me go for a weapon. And certainly not a grenade!