Clapper leaves the woman to the stranger, believing that if he leaves them alone, they won't bother him anymore.
He'll look around for a book on sentient books and the likes, o things that can take over everyday items.

Thrudor thinks what fun a book that speaks. He takes out a writing utensil from his bag and writes Thrudor in the book. He then writes a question Who are you? What can you help me with?

Whisper doesn't let her concern show on her face, just nodding along as she reaches out to Beans telepathically.

"This guy is more concerned with getting revenge than anything else. Let's go along for now, but don't put too much trust in him."

To Kirby121

A black leather book titled "Mimic or Memory?"

Clapper will sit down on the floor and start reading.

To Antlan

The eyes all move to the edges of the page to make room for the words. The eyes begin fighting and smashing each other, and the smaller one pushes the inky mess into the shapes of letters. "We are one, so we are I. I am the watcher, I cannot die. Ask a questions and we'll reply, but ask to much and you'll be fried."

To Kirby121

The book is written in an older form of Common and has a professional look and sound to it, with the signature Doctor Anglisine inside.

Mimic or Memory. Many know of the Mimic, a monster disguised in the form of an object, most famously a chest. Your object could be a Mimic or another being trapped or hiding in the form of an object. But on the polar end, it could be the soul, mind or memory trapped within the object, with the object in fact being a real one. I, Doctor Anglisine, have at one time owned an object in such a form of a Mimic, though whether it be a higher being or a monster I cannot tell; it hid in the form of an antique vase, though moved to eat while I had slept. If the object seems of high intellect, that of a man such as I or greater, it must be the Soul, Mind or Memory of a being trapped inside an object most likely enchanted, but sometimes ordinary. But alternatively, my study shows that a beast of instinct denotes a Mimic, and madness is breed within a man trapped inside an object.

Morgot is annoyed by the situation. He decides he needs to let off some steam. He heads over to the Arena, steaming. This is also the first place he encountered the Dao, and it probably won't come back after he'd beaten it once.

To EmileTherese

"We should be able to stop the Dao and the Scarlet Cross. Leave the Scarlet Cross to me." [Whisper can tell the vengeance is towards the Scarlet Cross]

(Did you two leave the unconscious woman at the bottom of the stairs? 🤣)

Clapper shuts the book and pulls back out the tome. (Does the [memory patron] book have a title?)
He stares at it for a minute before communicating.
"Tell me, what are you? Do you have a name? Do you'r people have a name? Why are you up here? So many questions...)

*Yeah. Morgot still doesn't realise she's the bad guy.*

To RippedRhinoVikings

You're back at the arena, this time with a cooler sword. There are a normal amount of people today, with a couple people you can challenge:

1. A tall orc wearing half-plate armor wielding a mace.
2. A human with a floral-designed shortsword and red robes.
3. An unarmed dwarf with a hollow wooden battle hammer (a practice weapon).

Yeah, Clapper figured Morgot would take care of her. LOL

(That's hysterical....I imagine her lying at the bottom of the stairs in a broken unconscious heap)

Thrudor writes "Where I come from there are specters who have not passed on....How can I help them?"

To Kirby121

Post #89 - Zernia's Melodies.

I am Zernia, and my book is Zernia's Melodies. I was a Demi-God, half celestial and half high-elf. I was a bard so powerful and dangerous that I was banished to the Shadowfell, but I trapped my mind in here. I am only a memory now, incapable of learning more. I see who you are for what you are, but if you tell me about yourself I will not remember the new things you told me. However, I can tell the situation and respond with the intelligence I do have.

*If I was a shadow sorc. this guy would know my hound of ill omen.*

To Antlan

[Changing the words from "word" to word since they aren't spoken.]

Some of the words reform into eyes, and the eyes fight over who gets squashed and reformed. It depends on who made them specters. This is what wraiths do to people; if you find a wraith, kill it if you want no more specters. As for how to help those already here, - the eyes reforms and fight again to make the next words - you will have to find another way. I'll use Divination now... ... ... No, it is not a wraith. It is a man, but I do not know who I am looking at. He has blonde hair down to his shoulder and sky blue eyes The eyes erase the words sky blue eyes You do not know what sky blue is. Light blue eyes, and sharp teeth. The left side of his forehead shows a scar revealing his skull, with no blood or bruise. He has another bloodless cut on his cheek. Do you know this man? He seems not quite living and yet very young and handsome. I do not know a man as fine looking. He seems elvlish. Do you know of a man like this? He is pulling the specters like strings on a puppet. He forbids me from looking further.

Thrudor writes back "There is an eladrin in a cave near the farm...perhaps it is him?"