The archive smells of dry rot and ozone. Above, the blue vortex hums, raining sparks onto the decaying parchment that carpets the floor. Thava crawls behind a massive, tilting bookshelf as a shadow detaches itself from the darkness at the far end of the hall.
"The portal brought you here, little lizard. But it brought me something far more valuable than a wounded soldier."
Thava Tymont
That voice is too steady for a scavenger. If I try to stand now, I will fall. I need to find a weapon or a way to collapse these shelves on top of them.
The figure steps into the pale light of the vortex, revealing a gaunt, tall man clutching a heavy obsidian ledger. He moves with a predatory, silent grace, ignoring the crumbling history beneath his boots.
Thava Tymont
State your name. I am not in the mood for riddles.
"Names are for the dead, and the archive is quite full of them. Call me Kaelen. And you, Thava, are simply overdue for a cataloging."
+ Scene Quest Added
Survive the encounter with Kaelen
“Push the bookshelve on top of Kaelen”
Missed — Kaelen struck back for 4 damage
Thava lunges, his shoulder slamming into the rotted wood of the bookshelf, but it holds fast against the stone wall. Kaelen steps aside with a sneer, his obsidian ledger lashing out like a club to strike Thava square in the temple.
Kaelen
Desperation is such a loud, clumsy thing.
The world tilts and fractures. The blue vortex above pulses, bleeding light into the room as Thava’s knees buckle. He hits the dust, the scent of ozone overwhelmed by the metallic tang of his own blood.
Thava Tymont
I didn't even touch him. The mission. It cannot end in this tomb.
Darkness surges in from the edges of his vision, snuffing out the flickering blue sparks as Thava slumps into the silent archives.