Chapter 3: Meeting The Natives

Elspa inspects the staff to see if it, too, has cracked or shattered in any way.

Frick nods to Moss, "Lead the way, I was kinda out of it when I fell," he says, indicating that he should lead him to the place where his glaive fell.

A staff may come in handy, so Elspa adds it to the 'useful' pile. She picks up the candles and gives them a sniff for any scent, and decides having something to light at night is worth porting them.

"Guess she can't be cross with me, then. That's good."

Ygne's expression sours. She crosses her arms and ponders some more. "So," she says, after a moment, "You mentioned another Spirit Mother would be arriving? How? And where's she arriving from?" Ygne hold up two fingers, indicating a second question, "And.. well, is there any way offa this island, short of killin' that demon god? Cause I really do need to leave, sometime."

After a moment, possibly during any reply, she would hold up three fingers and add, "And I saw you turn into a big cat last night!" She says it almost accusatorily, as though Ygne caught her and spoiled a secret, even if Khiva never hid anything. "How do you do that?"

FRICK AND MOSS

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Just point to me which part you want me to tie and I'll do it as soon as we find his weapon.
Moss then goes down with Frick to find his weapon.

Ygne gets an excited look on her face as the two joke with one another. She tries to think of something comedic to say, to add to it, but ends up missing the moment. After the explanation, she looks thoughtful for a bit longer, "Another question! If, say, my companions and I were able to get off of this island, and we left. What would happen to us if we died, far away? Would we still be under this God's control, or would we stay dead?"

"And... this demon god is pretty bad, yeah? Can we kill him, so that his sea critters and mountain wizards go back to being dead?"

After passing some time looking for Fricks Glaive with no success, Moss goes to tie the rope to the bridge so the natives can start bringing it back up. Then before going up, he's going to search one last time.

Cursing his luck, Frick makes his way back to the others, taking one of the shiny quarterstaves after testing its balance and strength. If nothing else, it would be worth more cash when they escape this place.

Once he's united with the others, he looks around, "Ygne's still not back? Huh, must've found something fun to do," he says with a shrug, knowing she'd come back.

"Feh.." Ygne mutters about what Khiva had heard, "They'd still find a way to ruin it; takin' claim o'er more of the meadow an' food for themselves and less for others." She shrugs, "Don't seem like an afterlife I want a place in."

For a moment it may seem that Ygne was ready to leave it at that. Her eyes descend to the ground, and her lip tightens up a bit. Soon she speaks again, as though remembering something, "There was a place I used to hear about. Um.. they called it The Faraway." Ygne puts a hand through her hair, a bit anxiously. She diverts her eyes as she speaks, almost as if from embarrassment. "It isn't for everyone that dies. Ya gotta be good. And.. and ya gotta have had it rough. It isn't for no pampered princes. They aren't tested at all." Ygne glances up at the both of them for a brief instant before looking back to the side, "And, well... I'd heard that it's a big place. Like a city, but... but there aren't other people. Only the good ones, who had it rough. But everything is still there. All the good food, and the soft beds." Ygne rubs at her nose and says, "Kind of like a second life, to make up for the first one."

Ygne, still glancing to the side, scratches at her scalp awkwardly as Khiva repeats those words.

"Well," she says, after a moment, completely missing The Seventh's disapproving glance, "To get there, I'd have to die first, and that isn't th' plan." Ygne crosses her arms and looks somewhat confident, "And I know I'm wicked enough! I just need to whip these others into shape a bit, and maybe I can get them offa this island, too." She sighs, as though bearing many burdens.

"Thanks for the words, Khiva. Seven." Ygne, feeling a bit better, will return to the beach should there be nothing left to discuss.