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[Balthier is in a graveyard, holding a glowing blue stone to see through the dark and thick fog.]
Mud, mud and more mud. Well, I certainly don't recognize this cemetery and I know I've been this way on occasion in my explorations.
Does the scenery here often acquire new, somber additions such as this? Whatever the case, a graveyard in the land of the dead is either redundant or bodes ill for those of us still with a pulse.
I have a feeling whatever this means, I'm going to have a horrible time with laundry when it's all over. Serves me right for wearing white shirts.
I'll be keeping my ears and eyes open for anything of interest. If this is one of those fabled 'games' our captors play with us, I'd like to see it firsthand.
[He wanders through the new scenery talking into the device, the mist stirring sluggishly as he walks. A noise stops him dead in his tracks. He turns, and one can just about make out a shambling, bony figure, making its way towards the pirate. Closer to him, a hand with rotting flesh springs up from the soft, wet earth, scrabbling and clawing at it, as though desperate to be free.]
Undead. Lovely. [There's the sound of a pistol being cocked, and Balthier raises one hand, giving off a pale, orange glow.] Slowga! [Around the distant figure and the one clawing it's way out the ground, a rune of orange light reminiscent of an ornate clock face circles them, their desperate movements slowing.] I'll take this to mean the holidays are over then?
[And he switches off the video.]
Mud, mud and more mud. Well, I certainly don't recognize this cemetery and I know I've been this way on occasion in my explorations.
Does the scenery here often acquire new, somber additions such as this? Whatever the case, a graveyard in the land of the dead is either redundant or bodes ill for those of us still with a pulse.
I have a feeling whatever this means, I'm going to have a horrible time with laundry when it's all over. Serves me right for wearing white shirts.
I'll be keeping my ears and eyes open for anything of interest. If this is one of those fabled 'games' our captors play with us, I'd like to see it firsthand.
[He wanders through the new scenery talking into the device, the mist stirring sluggishly as he walks. A noise stops him dead in his tracks. He turns, and one can just about make out a shambling, bony figure, making its way towards the pirate. Closer to him, a hand with rotting flesh springs up from the soft, wet earth, scrabbling and clawing at it, as though desperate to be free.]
Undead. Lovely. [There's the sound of a pistol being cocked, and Balthier raises one hand, giving off a pale, orange glow.] Slowga! [Around the distant figure and the one clawing it's way out the ground, a rune of orange light reminiscent of an ornate clock face circles them, their desperate movements slowing.] I'll take this to mean the holidays are over then?
[And he switches off the video.]