"When we came in, there was that feeling of being watched, or searched." Kal rubs the back of his head, recalling the odd sensation. "Maybe it found something it didn't like with him."
"Hopefully our next guest isn't so hostile." He says, nodding his head towards the dissipating crystal at the back of the room. "If he is...We need to just run. The Watchers were far and above what any of us are capable of. Even if he is injured."
Usul dashes over to check on his friend, though quickly attempts to hide his concern by kicking the crumpled stone, and pretending to look for bolts on the ground to salvage. He then turns towards the thawing crystal with the Watcher in it, and readies his crossbow again, while sidestepping to get a better view of it. "Is it... alive...?" he asks, not wanting to get any closer.
"Attempting to assess the motivations of a semi-sentient rock created gods knows how long ago probably isn't the most fruitful venture." Velyra says, crossing her arms as she turns back to the crystal. "I sure hope he's alive Usul. For once it be nice to get more answers then questions from this place." She begins to ready a ball of flame in her hand, taking a few cautionary steps back. "Doesn't hurt to be more careful though."
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Silthras breathes a sigh of relief, and looks around at his companions. "If it had hit me one more time, I fear I would be a smudge on the floor right about now...thank you all." He pauses to do what he can for the worst of his wounds (( Cure Wounds: 9 )), then joins Usul looking at the remains of the golem.
Velyra's comment makes him laugh out loud, "I had a feeling I should stay out of here, but like you say, answers would be welcome."
He joins the others and looks down at the 14th watcher. If any of the 'goo' thaws before the body, he tries to examine it more closely, without touching it...
As the crystal grows smaller, the rate at which it boils off increases. The white smoke begins to fill the room as a thin veil, smelling vaguely of fresh snow. As it reaches a point where the man inside might first be exposed, Webbing cracks spread across the surface - a moment latter it shatters, freeing the Watcher inside. The half-drow crumples to his knees in an instant as he falls out onto the crystal shards spread across the floor, catching himself on his hands as his sword clatters to the ground next to him. He is thrown into a body-wracking coughing fit as he gasps for air.
The fit continues for a few moments before he seems to get a handle on it, drawing in shaky breaths. He lifts himself up off his hands, sitting back on his heels as he looks up at you for the first time. His eyes look over your group, and his face runs through a quick rush of emotions: fear, anger, then confusion and bewilderment. "Who - whe...Where's Mace?" The words come out in Celestial at first. He lets out an agonized cry and doubles over as the pain from his wound makes itself known, the black tendril-like substance pulsing. Sitting up again, with one hand pressing over the wound, he reaches out and grabs the sword. The sapphire embed in the pommel flares as he mutters some arcane word, and then he drops it again and repeats in Common: "Where's Mace!? The others? I've been let out, they've found the next one then?" Another wave of pain washes over him and he doubles over again, gasping. "I don't have much time. Where are they dammit!?"
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Velyra shares a look with her companions, then takes a deep breath and vanquishes the magic from her hand. "I'm going to go ahead and ruin your day by telling you that whatever plan you had going in has most definitely been royally screwed." Knowing it would likely not work she kneels down in front of the man, she down in front of him, reaching out to attempt a Cure Wounds.
Whether it fails or succeeds, she lets out a sigh. "Right. Let's set some things straight now."
"We don't know who Mace is, or where he is. We don't even know how long you've been in that thing, but I would hazard that it's been very long. We don't exactly what this place is, we just stumbled upon it while investigating some local..." She turns around briefly, looking to her friends as she searches for the word, "...undead troubles."
"I don't even know how we woke you up. It just started happening when we entered the room. We've a vague idea of who or what you are, and for that reason I'll ask...What can we do to help you?"
As the healing magic from Velyra's hands moves over the wound, the Watcher jerks away, groaning as the corruption seems to absorb the magic and pulse. Her suspicion would be correct, healing a wound like this, if possible at all, would be far beyond such a simple spell. "Don't try that again, you'll only make it worse. Can't be fixed." He says through gritted teeth before taking a moment to collect himself again. What little color was left in his cheeks has begun to drain, and you can see sweat beginning to run down his face. As he listens to your explanation of the situation, despair grows in his eyes. "Oh Amah, this is beyond bad." Pushing himself off the ground with his hands, he shakily rises to a standing position. He takes a brief time to look over all of you once more, before steeling himself. "My name is Iven Quavein, fourteenth Watcher to the Lady of Winter, and I will not be the last."
With a quick - but pained - grin, he looks to Velyra. "I'm going to go ahead and ruin your day. One of you triggered the melt, one of you met the conditions. Room wouldn't have reacted and woken me otherwise. Now I'll have to place the burden of a millennia upon you." A golden gleam runs across the surface of his eyes in an instant, and his gaze moves to Kal.
He draws a small dagger, cutting a small slice into the palm of his hand. With his uninjured hand, he dips a finger into the welling blood and begins drawing symbols on his face. "We have to hurry. The corruption is spreading, it's going to take me soon and I don't have time to explain everything." Occasionally he is wracked with a convulsion, and the sweat has begun to pour off of him now. Motioning the knight over with a nod of his head, he continues. "You're going to become a vessel for...Well...Something divine. Normally have a fancy ritual for this...But it looks like the order is gone, so quick and dirty is the way it has to be. " He raises a blood stained finger up, "I'm going to need to draw on you."
"I'm already a dead man walking, without the vestige I won't be able to hold this off at all." As if on cue, the black tumorous mass swells and he clenches his fists as the tendrils dig deeper inside. "We need to hurry."
Having been so focused on listening to what the man was saying, it takes Kal a few embarrassing seconds to register their meaning. He freezes, looking to either of his companions quickly. "I - you want me to...?" The gravity of the request sinks in, and he feels a pit forming in his stomach. "I don't think..." He stops himself, taking off his helmet to pinch the bridge of his nose. The knightly order he belonged to practically founded itself on emulating those that had originally attended the Watchers. To anyone else in the order, this would be a mind blowing honor, something that belonged in a fantasy.
For him, he was mostly just terrified. Dropping the helmet on the floor, he steps forward with a solemn nod. "I'll do whatever you need, Watcher."
Silthras smiles reassuringly at the knight, "Of all the people I know who are in this room, you are the one I would trust with this ... whatever it is."
Sylnora offers a weak smile, feeling for the man's nerves. "No pressure, right?"She pays close attention to whatever ritual the Watcher performs next, taking mental notes of the symbols used or words spoken.
Iven begins to draw similar symbols on Kal's forehead and cheeks, gritting his teeth through the pain of his wounds. "Kor?" He repeats, a slight tone of suspicion in his voice. "As in kor'Ahnvae? That would be the name of the blade that's killed me, so yes, it means something to me." He stops for a moment, shuddering out breaths as he looks from Silthras to the rest of you with an expression of exasperation. "Gods, how much history did you all lose this time?"
Finishing up with the symbols, he lets his hands fall to the side. "I don't know how well this is going to work. The vestige is supposed to be allowed to grow for centuries before being passed on. I had it for what, a week before being put under?" He fights off another fit of pain, clasping a hand on Kal's shoulder. "Truly, I don't know what you're going to be. I don't think you'll be as strong. But the most important part of this is you cannot be allowed to die. Our spark keeps the rest of the Unmade asleep, you understand? It goes out, and Ravere faces the full might of the Abyss all at once."
"Amah, it hurts." He doubles over, and the black mass begins to writhe as the black tendrils extend across his armor. "No one to teach you. Sorry."
"Finds others if you can."
He reaches out and touches the blood drawn symbol on Kal's forehead, and begins a low chant of divine words. Though his voice is soft and quiet, the Celestial words seem to ring out through the room, echoing in the space. The sigils on both Kal and Iven begin to glow with a soft golden light. Through the Watcher's open mouth, a marble sized mote of radiance rises into the air. As he falls backwards to the ground, the mote throws off a radiant brilliance of blinding light, shrinking to the of a seed. As it floats in front of Kal, you hear a sound like breaking glass as Iven's sword shatters on the ground, releasing a whirlwind of snow and ice. A figure briefly appears in the flurry: feminine, pale, and distinctively fae with raven black locks of hair. Flashes of anguish and rage cross her face before she disappears as the transient storm abates, leaving the room quiet once more.
The seed-sized mote of light washes over Kal, and in an instant is gone.
Ten seconds pass, and nothing happens.
Thirty seconds...
The knight is overwhelmed with a tidal wave of feelings, thoughts, images, and words - far too much to handle at once. It's as if his mind were split open, and a never ending avalanche were allowed to pour in. The pain is all consuming, filtering out the rest of the world before him. After what seems like an eternity from his perspective, the onslaught begins to slow down to a trickle, though no less decipherable. He's left with a pounding headache, like a hammer to his skull with each heartbeat, and a strange feeling of being warm and cold at the same time. Something has changed within him, but he can't put a finger on it.
On the floor across from him, the 14th Watcher lies motionless.
As Kal kneels motionless in front of the body of the previous Watcher, absorbing everything that is happening, Usul creeps forward slowly towards them, barely able to comprehend what has happened. Approaching Kal, he slowly moves a hand to gently poke at the knight, almost to test if he’s still alive, though he clearly is as he’s blinking and breathing, and almost to see if it would help snap him to his senses, but also a bit afraid of what is happening.
Silthras eyes the watcher's body suspiciously, afraid that the black corruption might still be active. Now that the body is dead and free of the crystal he examines the strange material.
"So...is this what they were after...to kill the last watcher? Did we just save the world?" He nods at the knight, "Better keep him alive, then. I'd hate to have my new-found reputation ruined."
In silent awe, Kal sits silently as the Watcher performs his ritual. He is barely able to make sense of the spectacle unfolding before him. His eyes are seared as the vestige releases a bright light, only catching a brief glimpse of the woman in the snow flurry through bleary eyes. He looks up at the small mote floating in front of him, before being enveloped by the warm light. He takes the overwhelming sensation of pain as best he can, gritting his teeth, screwing his eyes shut and cradling his head in his hands.
As the pain subsides, he feels a poke in his side, opening his eyes to see Usul. "I'm alive, hopefully." He looks down at his hands, as if expecting them to have changed. He shakes his head. "I feel strange but. I don't know. I'm not sure what I should have expected."
He makes no move to help inspect the Watcher's body, feeling properly out of it for the time being. Taking the time to collect himself he says, "there was a lot Iven said that I'm still not sure I've processed."He glances at Velrya, "I might start reading some of those books with you."
To Silthras, he chuckles and remarks "I'll do my best to stay alive for the sake of your reputation. It's possible he was what they were after. Maybe they didn't realize this room existed. But what did he say, Unmade? Do we know what those are?"
Silthras smiles and nods, "Glad to hear it. The unmade though...could it be the things with claws?"
Finally, some answers. Disquieted by what he has seen and heard, he turns to routine to distract himself. "Time for analysis later; the day is getting late...we should get back." He turns to Usul, "Let's quickly check this room first."
(( Silthras will help Usul investigate room and golem...probably leaving the body to Kal and Velyra... ))
As they begin, he turns to Valrya and Kal, and nods at the body, "Should we...I don't...what should we do with the body? It might contain important clues..."
Velyra wipes her eyes, still teared up from the sudden bright flash of the ritual. "An Unmade has awoken. The Calamity has come once more. Open the Halls of Imho Serin and prepare the Old Rites." She recalls the opening words from the fourth Watcher's text aloud thoughtfully, staring down at the dead body before them. "It also spoke of wraiths...Perhaps that's what the clawed creatures are. And if that's true..." Her voice trails, and she casts a thoughtful glance to the knight beside them. "We might be dealing with a much larger problem. The Unmade...I don't think I've heard that term before."
"I would appreciate the help Kal. I think it'll have valuable information for your transformation, or whatever this is, as well as illuminate some aspects of our current situation. Gods. We don't even have a Starlight Court to turn to anymore. Who do we even notify of this? They'll think we're insane." Her mind wanders to earlier discussions of the Baronness' loyalty. "Or worse, get rid of us."
Trying to shake the disturbing thoughts from her mind, she'll go to Iven's body and make sure he is well in fact dead, and then see if he was carrying anything that might help them.
Pausing his investigations, "Wraiths and unmade...clawed ones and ... body stealers. Which is which, I wonder. Your fellow theologians and archaeologists will be the best help, I think. The books might convince them. And we should look again at that map..."
"When we came in, there was that feeling of being watched, or searched." Kal rubs the back of his head, recalling the odd sensation. "Maybe it found something it didn't like with him."
"Hopefully our next guest isn't so hostile." He says, nodding his head towards the dissipating crystal at the back of the room. "If he is...We need to just run. The Watchers were far and above what any of us are capable of. Even if he is injured."
Usul dashes over to check on his friend, though quickly attempts to hide his concern by kicking the crumpled stone, and pretending to look for bolts on the ground to salvage. He then turns towards the thawing crystal with the Watcher in it, and readies his crossbow again, while sidestepping to get a better view of it. "Is it... alive...?" he asks, not wanting to get any closer.
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"Attempting to assess the motivations of a semi-sentient rock created gods knows how long ago probably isn't the most fruitful venture." Velyra says, crossing her arms as she turns back to the crystal. "I sure hope he's alive Usul. For once it be nice to get more answers then questions from this place." She begins to ready a ball of flame in her hand, taking a few cautionary steps back. "Doesn't hurt to be more careful though."
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Silthras breathes a sigh of relief, and looks around at his companions. "If it had hit me one more time, I fear I would be a smudge on the floor right about now...thank you all." He pauses to do what he can for the worst of his wounds (( Cure Wounds: 9 )), then joins Usul looking at the remains of the golem.
Velyra's comment makes him laugh out loud, "I had a feeling I should stay out of here, but like you say, answers would be welcome."
He joins the others and looks down at the 14th watcher. If any of the 'goo' thaws before the body, he tries to examine it more closely, without touching it...
As the crystal grows smaller, the rate at which it boils off increases. The white smoke begins to fill the room as a thin veil, smelling vaguely of fresh snow. As it reaches a point where the man inside might first be exposed, Webbing cracks spread across the surface - a moment latter it shatters, freeing the Watcher inside. The half-drow crumples to his knees in an instant as he falls out onto the crystal shards spread across the floor, catching himself on his hands as his sword clatters to the ground next to him. He is thrown into a body-wracking coughing fit as he gasps for air.
The fit continues for a few moments before he seems to get a handle on it, drawing in shaky breaths. He lifts himself up off his hands, sitting back on his heels as he looks up at you for the first time. His eyes look over your group, and his face runs through a quick rush of emotions: fear, anger, then confusion and bewilderment. "Who - whe...Where's Mace?" The words come out in Celestial at first. He lets out an agonized cry and doubles over as the pain from his wound makes itself known, the black tendril-like substance pulsing. Sitting up again, with one hand pressing over the wound, he reaches out and grabs the sword. The sapphire embed in the pommel flares as he mutters some arcane word, and then he drops it again and repeats in Common: "Where's Mace!? The others? I've been let out, they've found the next one then?" Another wave of pain washes over him and he doubles over again, gasping. "I don't have much time. Where are they dammit!?"
Velyra shares a look with her companions, then takes a deep breath and vanquishes the magic from her hand. "I'm going to go ahead and ruin your day by telling you that whatever plan you had going in has most definitely been royally screwed." Knowing it would likely not work she kneels down in front of the man, she down in front of him, reaching out to attempt a Cure Wounds.
Whether it fails or succeeds, she lets out a sigh. "Right. Let's set some things straight now."
"We don't know who Mace is, or where he is. We don't even know how long you've been in that thing, but I would hazard that it's been very long. We don't exactly what this place is, we just stumbled upon it while investigating some local..." She turns around briefly, looking to her friends as she searches for the word, "...undead troubles."
"I don't even know how we woke you up. It just started happening when we entered the room. We've a vague idea of who or what you are, and for that reason I'll ask...What can we do to help you?"
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As the healing magic from Velyra's hands moves over the wound, the Watcher jerks away, groaning as the corruption seems to absorb the magic and pulse. Her suspicion would be correct, healing a wound like this, if possible at all, would be far beyond such a simple spell. "Don't try that again, you'll only make it worse. Can't be fixed." He says through gritted teeth before taking a moment to collect himself again. What little color was left in his cheeks has begun to drain, and you can see sweat beginning to run down his face. As he listens to your explanation of the situation, despair grows in his eyes. "Oh Amah, this is beyond bad." Pushing himself off the ground with his hands, he shakily rises to a standing position. He takes a brief time to look over all of you once more, before steeling himself. "My name is Iven Quavein, fourteenth Watcher to the Lady of Winter, and I will not be the last."
With a quick - but pained - grin, he looks to Velyra. "I'm going to go ahead and ruin your day. One of you triggered the melt, one of you met the conditions. Room wouldn't have reacted and woken me otherwise. Now I'll have to place the burden of a millennia upon you." A golden gleam runs across the surface of his eyes in an instant, and his gaze moves to Kal.
He draws a small dagger, cutting a small slice into the palm of his hand. With his uninjured hand, he dips a finger into the welling blood and begins drawing symbols on his face. "We have to hurry. The corruption is spreading, it's going to take me soon and I don't have time to explain everything." Occasionally he is wracked with a convulsion, and the sweat has begun to pour off of him now. Motioning the knight over with a nod of his head, he continues. "You're going to become a vessel for...Well...Something divine. Normally have a fancy ritual for this...But it looks like the order is gone, so quick and dirty is the way it has to be. " He raises a blood stained finger up, "I'm going to need to draw on you."
"I'm already a dead man walking, without the vestige I won't be able to hold this off at all." As if on cue, the black tumorous mass swells and he clenches his fists as the tendrils dig deeper inside. "We need to hurry."
As they work, Silthras asks the watcher quietly, "Does the name Kor mean anything to you?"
Having been so focused on listening to what the man was saying, it takes Kal a few embarrassing seconds to register their meaning. He freezes, looking to either of his companions quickly. "I - you want me to...?" The gravity of the request sinks in, and he feels a pit forming in his stomach. "I don't think..." He stops himself, taking off his helmet to pinch the bridge of his nose. The knightly order he belonged to practically founded itself on emulating those that had originally attended the Watchers. To anyone else in the order, this would be a mind blowing honor, something that belonged in a fantasy.
For him, he was mostly just terrified. Dropping the helmet on the floor, he steps forward with a solemn nod. "I'll do whatever you need, Watcher."
"What am I to do with this?"
Silthras smiles reassuringly at the knight, "Of all the people I know who are in this room, you are the one I would trust with this ... whatever it is."
Sylnora offers a weak smile, feeling for the man's nerves. "No pressure, right?" She pays close attention to whatever ritual the Watcher performs next, taking mental notes of the symbols used or words spoken.
Iven begins to draw similar symbols on Kal's forehead and cheeks, gritting his teeth through the pain of his wounds. "Kor?" He repeats, a slight tone of suspicion in his voice. "As in kor'Ahnvae? That would be the name of the blade that's killed me, so yes, it means something to me." He stops for a moment, shuddering out breaths as he looks from Silthras to the rest of you with an expression of exasperation. "Gods, how much history did you all lose this time?"
Finishing up with the symbols, he lets his hands fall to the side. "I don't know how well this is going to work. The vestige is supposed to be allowed to grow for centuries before being passed on. I had it for what, a week before being put under?" He fights off another fit of pain, clasping a hand on Kal's shoulder. "Truly, I don't know what you're going to be. I don't think you'll be as strong. But the most important part of this is you cannot be allowed to die. Our spark keeps the rest of the Unmade asleep, you understand? It goes out, and Ravere faces the full might of the Abyss all at once."
"Amah, it hurts." He doubles over, and the black mass begins to writhe as the black tendrils extend across his armor. "No one to teach you. Sorry."
"Finds others if you can."
He reaches out and touches the blood drawn symbol on Kal's forehead, and begins a low chant of divine words. Though his voice is soft and quiet, the Celestial words seem to ring out through the room, echoing in the space. The sigils on both Kal and Iven begin to glow with a soft golden light. Through the Watcher's open mouth, a marble sized mote of radiance rises into the air. As he falls backwards to the ground, the mote throws off a radiant brilliance of blinding light, shrinking to the of a seed. As it floats in front of Kal, you hear a sound like breaking glass as Iven's sword shatters on the ground, releasing a whirlwind of snow and ice. A figure briefly appears in the flurry: feminine, pale, and distinctively fae with raven black locks of hair. Flashes of anguish and rage cross her face before she disappears as the transient storm abates, leaving the room quiet once more.
The seed-sized mote of light washes over Kal, and in an instant is gone.
Ten seconds pass, and nothing happens.
Thirty seconds...
The knight is overwhelmed with a tidal wave of feelings, thoughts, images, and words - far too much to handle at once. It's as if his mind were split open, and a never ending avalanche were allowed to pour in. The pain is all consuming, filtering out the rest of the world before him. After what seems like an eternity from his perspective, the onslaught begins to slow down to a trickle, though no less decipherable. He's left with a pounding headache, like a hammer to his skull with each heartbeat, and a strange feeling of being warm and cold at the same time. Something has changed within him, but he can't put a finger on it.
On the floor across from him, the 14th Watcher lies motionless.
As Kal kneels motionless in front of the body of the previous Watcher, absorbing everything that is happening, Usul creeps forward slowly towards them, barely able to comprehend what has happened. Approaching Kal, he slowly moves a hand to gently poke at the knight, almost to test if he’s still alive, though he clearly is as he’s blinking and breathing, and almost to see if it would help snap him to his senses, but also a bit afraid of what is happening.
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Silthras eyes the watcher's body suspiciously, afraid that the black corruption might still be active. Now that the body is dead and free of the crystal he examines the strange material.
After a moment, the words of the watcher sink in.
"So...is this what they were after...to kill the last watcher? Did we just save the world?" He nods at the knight, "Better keep him alive, then. I'd hate to have my new-found reputation ruined."
In silent awe, Kal sits silently as the Watcher performs his ritual. He is barely able to make sense of the spectacle unfolding before him. His eyes are seared as the vestige releases a bright light, only catching a brief glimpse of the woman in the snow flurry through bleary eyes. He looks up at the small mote floating in front of him, before being enveloped by the warm light. He takes the overwhelming sensation of pain as best he can, gritting his teeth, screwing his eyes shut and cradling his head in his hands.
As the pain subsides, he feels a poke in his side, opening his eyes to see Usul. "I'm alive, hopefully." He looks down at his hands, as if expecting them to have changed. He shakes his head. "I feel strange but. I don't know. I'm not sure what I should have expected."
He makes no move to help inspect the Watcher's body, feeling properly out of it for the time being. Taking the time to collect himself he says, "there was a lot Iven said that I'm still not sure I've processed." He glances at Velrya, "I might start reading some of those books with you."
To Silthras, he chuckles and remarks "I'll do my best to stay alive for the sake of your reputation. It's possible he was what they were after. Maybe they didn't realize this room existed. But what did he say, Unmade? Do we know what those are?"
Silthras smiles and nods, "Glad to hear it. The unmade though...could it be the things with claws?"
Finally, some answers. Disquieted by what he has seen and heard, he turns to routine to distract himself. "Time for analysis later; the day is getting late...we should get back." He turns to Usul, "Let's quickly check this room first."
(( Silthras will help Usul investigate room and golem...probably leaving the body to Kal and Velyra... ))
As they begin, he turns to Valrya and Kal, and nods at the body, "Should we...I don't...what should we do with the body? It might contain important clues..."
Velyra wipes her eyes, still teared up from the sudden bright flash of the ritual. "An Unmade has awoken. The Calamity has come once more. Open the Halls of Imho Serin and prepare the Old Rites." She recalls the opening words from the fourth Watcher's text aloud thoughtfully, staring down at the dead body before them. "It also spoke of wraiths...Perhaps that's what the clawed creatures are. And if that's true..." Her voice trails, and she casts a thoughtful glance to the knight beside them. "We might be dealing with a much larger problem. The Unmade...I don't think I've heard that term before."
"I would appreciate the help Kal. I think it'll have valuable information for your transformation, or whatever this is, as well as illuminate some aspects of our current situation. Gods. We don't even have a Starlight Court to turn to anymore. Who do we even notify of this? They'll think we're insane." Her mind wanders to earlier discussions of the Baronness' loyalty. "Or worse, get rid of us."
Trying to shake the disturbing thoughts from her mind, she'll go to Iven's body and make sure he is well in fact dead, and then see if he was carrying anything that might help them.
Pausing his investigations, "Wraiths and unmade...clawed ones and ... body stealers. Which is which, I wonder. Your fellow theologians and archaeologists will be the best help, I think. The books might convince them. And we should look again at that map..."
(( iirc, there was a map with lots of lights ))