Part 3: Everywhere I Go, I Must Kill! Part 1.

Everywhere I Go, I Must Kill! Part 1

Your fyora sleeps at your feet all night, ready to defend you from rogue dreams at a snore's notice. You awake from your fitful rest only reluctantly, afraid to discover some fresh new disaster. But all of your belongings appear to be as you left them, and Learned Pinner is just as happy to see you in the morning as she was when you went to sleep.

It's time to head north.



I managed to miss an embarrassing number of combat screenshots while playing for this update. I blame my incredible bloodthirst and will do better in future updates.

The woods sprawl before you, barely tamed. There are only a few animal paths here. Leader Khobar and Brodus Blade weren't joking -- the Vakkiri serviles have truly been avoiding the northern woods. You can hear the unmistakable trills of rogue fyoras in the undergrowth as well as the distant sounds of heavier creatures blundering around. You only hope that they're nothing you and your single creation can't handle.

You head off to the northwest, keeping an eye out for any more rogue serviles. You find a sign designating these the bandit woods. The sign lists a 10 coin toll for all trespassers, payable to one Ghurk.

A rogue fyora finds you soon enough. You and your fyora dispatch it without pausing, though the rogue manages to nail you with its fire breath. You prove less resilient than your Shaper-made tunic, which doesn't even have a scorch mark. More fyora emerge from the woods to the northwest. You plunge into a running battle, carefully managing the distance between yourself and the rogues so you don't eat more fireballs before you can fill them with thorns. When it's all said and done, you've accounted for nearly a dozen fyora and even a thahd.



Thahd are huge, humanoid creations made for heavy lifting and combat. They're simple-minded, but these seem to be patrolling. Someone must be directing them. Perhaps they're trying to keep the serviles away from something. You're determined to meet the rogues' master. Perhaps they didn't expect another Shaper on the island, and so didn't provide adequate instructions to avoid attacking one.

You quickly create another fyora, using the pattern the canister burned into your being. It blinks up at you, eager to obey your every command. Just as a creation should regard a Shaper.




You clear out more patrolling fyoras and thahds, glad you made an extra fyora to defend you. Some of the thahds carried rings, daggers, and coins, but the thahds were by and large too stupid to use the daggers or wear the rings, and no thahd has ever been made intelligent enough to count, let alone understand currency.

Instead of heading into the ruined school, you decide to take a look at the eastern part of the woods, where many of the thahds seem to come from. Soon you find a sign along a narrow path leading into a thicket.


You weigh your odds against armed serviles bent on banditry and decide not to chance it for now. North is another clearing with a sign. The serviles' evident love of signs strikes you as a little odd, but it is somewhat useful.


You'll need more supplies before you chance a wasteland. The distant, brown hills look hazy from here. You don't spy out a single speck of blue or green. This island is more unpleasant with each new discovery.

The eastern woods aren't all signs and thahds, though.




Another rogue fyora has made its nest in the ruin. You clear it out and investigate the chests, but for now you can't open them. It's disappointing.

Solution still has a ways to go with her Mechanical skill and hasn't yet learned how to magically unlock things. That means more backtracking for me later, but I'll take care of that kind of thing offscreen.

You head south, driven by hunger. The tiny, sour pears you packed this morning have done nothing to soothe your stomach, and you need a break after exterminating so many rogues.



Three serviles guard a passage north into the woods. They must have emerged when one of the other rogues spotted you investigating. One of the serviles approaches.

This aging servile has been left bent and scarred by his years fending for himself in these woods. However, he still holds his blade with a steady hand, and he can still look you straight in the eye.

He is trying to hide his fear, but it is still clear to you. Even a long, harsh life could not erase in him the servile's inbred terror of the Shapers. However, he is able to conquer his fear enough to speak.

"Welcome to our woods, Shaper. Though you are of your lofty race, you still must pay the toll to pass. Ten coins or you must return the way you came."

We have several options here. We can pay, we can walk away, we can try reasoning with the servile, we can try intimidating him, or we can tell him he should move on. Some of these options rely on your leadership score.

You put on your best expression of haughty indifference. You don't want to end up stabbed to death, and you don't want this rogue to get any bright ideas, either. "Why do you live out here in the woods?" you ask in your most bored tones. Your fyoras shift at your side, emitting cute squeaks of bloodlust. The other two serviles watch nervously from behind the old one.

"'It is what we choose. We find that life is easier if we live out here and take food from Vakkiri. It is less work than toiling in the fields growing it." You decide this rogue servile must be Ghurk. He's oddly straight-forward about his vocation. "It is a lifestyle we developed ourselves, after much thought and reading of it in old Shaper tomes. We believe it is called 'banditry.' We may be the first servile bandits. We are proud."

He might be, but you're disgusted. Servile bandits? They're both rogue and uncivilized. You will not pay, but you're not certain that you can simply walk away at this point, either. The notion to threaten Ghurk and his companions comes to mind. Something like, "If you make one move towards me, servile, I will dissolve your arms and legs with my Shaper powers. You will starve and die. Slowly."

But you don't. Maybe you can find a way to deal with the servile bandits without exterminating them for now.

"Vakkiri wants you to stop raiding them. Brodus Blade asked for my help. I don't want to kill you. Is there any way you would leave them be?"

Ghurk thinks for a while. He looks down at his blade and his scarred arms. Finally, he speaks. "Nobody ask us that before. I think on it. I think this. Vakkiri give us one bag of food every week, and we no raid. We leave them be. You tell Brodus Blade that. We get food, they get peace."

The strain of parleying with a Shaper inches his speech patterns back towards Clakkit's. You wonder what he would think about the comparison. The extortionate offer isn't very satisfying, anyway. Who does Ghurk think he is to bargain with a Shaper? You're not going to haggle. "Vakkiri has asked me to destroy you. You had best move on."

"Where, Shaper? North? To certain death in rogue wastes? Or west into sea? Or south, into Vakkiri, or east, to death on Pentil blades? Here we stay. We have no choice." You can't think of any way to convince him. The consequences of his banditry are pretty clear -- and you can't blame other serviles for not welcoming him when Shapers wouldn't, either. You shake your head and go back the way you came.





East of Vakkiri is the road to Watchhill, where Ellhrah's fort is supposed to be. You're not sure what to expect from a servile fort. It must be another Shaper ruin; none of the buildings you saw in Vakkiri were of servile make. You're not even sure what a servile designed and built structure would actually look like. The Vakkiri serviles all claimed abandoned Shaper buildings and have done their best to keep them from falling entirely to ruin. In a way, it's a form of sincere dedication to the Shapers. You doubt the Awakened want to hear that, though.

You quickly find rogue thahds patrolling the road. Fortunately, they're patrolling one by one. Careful, methodical movement allows you to pick them off one by one without being seen and without any thahds ambushing you from behind. No serviles patrol these roads. You find a sign that reads "Ellhrah's Fort - North," but you pass it by in favor of the main road.



Unfortunately, the widest, clearest road terminates in a dead end in a thick copse of trees. Moving quickly and quietly among them is beyond your skill. You backtrack and head north into paths tromped hard and flat by thick-headed thahd. There's still evidence of undergrowth on some of the paths, so much of this traffic has to be recent activity.



More thahds patrol up here. Your fyoras burn them up swiftly, more efficient than any mundane incinerators at burning up living tissue.


For now, you decide it's better to locate Ellhrah's fort than to explore rogue-riddled warrens. The detour past the roadblock isn't entirely safe, though.



Two thahd ambush you in a clearing. Your new fyora takes a savage beating and barely survives long enough for you to heal it. The two creations manage to tear apart one of the thahd despite their injuries.



You carefully keep the fyora between you and the remaining rogue. Ducking a thahd's punches is more excitement than you really like. After you crush the last rogue, you head south. Here you find a few signs of sapient life, though by now you know better than to expect human company.





The entrance to this fort is watched by servile guards. This one is a young male, at the peak of his strength, and wielding an old and dented but still usable sword. He looks at you with the expected fear and uncertainty.

"Welcome, Shaper. I wish you well," he says.

As is becoming your custom, you greet him by asking questions. "Who lives in this fort?"

"This is the home of Ellhrah, founder of the Awakened. He has told us that you are welcome here, and no harm is meant to you as long as no harm is meant to us."

"Is there anything I should know about this region?" You've killed your way through miles of it now, but more information on the northern warrens would probably help your chances of clearing the rogues out.

"There is a great deal of danger. The woods are full of rogues, and we don't know where they're coming from. If you travel, you should beware."

You sigh. "If I wanted to help rid these woods of rogues, where should we start?"

"There is a hermit living to the northeast. Her name is Seerula. She was a powerful fighter in Vakkiri before she left. She hates the rogues. She might help you," the guard suggests hopefully.

That's a start, at least. "Anything else?"

"We know that there are a lot of rogues in a tunneled out hill to the northwest. There are lots of rogues guarding the entrances, but they go out hunting a lot. If you waited outside, you could ambush the guards." He pauses. "They're pretty stupid."

You've already killed most of those guards, you suspect, but there may be more. It's worthwhile to be cautious. "I know Vakkiri is to the west. What other settlements are nearby?"

"The nearest settlement besides Vakkiri is Pentil. You could get there by going east or north." The other guard is starting to look more openly at you, and you suspect you've exhausted their useful information.

You strike off to the east, where you soon find yet another sign. "Thorny Fens - East. Pentil - Farther East." How charming.



I'm not making up this shit about the signs. I've probably left out half the signs. This section of the game has signs EVERYWHERE.

You decide to take the guard's advice and seek out Seerula. The right track leads you to a small, isolated Shaper ruin. It was probably a small guard shack or perhaps a more hermitic Shaper's refuge before Sucia Island was Barred.



You meet a servile hermit. She is old, her skin is papery, and her robes are tattered. However, she moves with the precision and strength of an old warrior. Her motions seem like they would be more fitting to a Guardian than an aging creation.

She looks up at you. "Greetings, Shaper. I am Seerula. I am sure you have a reason for disrupting my privacy. I prefer to keep to myself."

"Why do you live out here?" you ask. Serviles were made to crave the company of other serviles, not isolation.

"Shaper, I am a private being. I wish for you to respect it. My disagreements with Vakkiri are my own business," Seerula says. Her desire for privacy is almost as alien in a servile as her coldness to one of her creators.

"What do you think of all of the rogues around here?" Maybe you can find some common ground with her. Even Brodus Blade, while wary of you, wasn't this standoffish and arrogant.

"They disturb my serenity. I would gladly be rid of them, but I am not eager for the danger and the effort."

"Why don't you help me get rid of them?"

Your suggestion triggers a dainty snort of disbelief. "I came here to avoid contact with others. Even you, Shaper. That would be even worse for me than the rogues," Seerula says.

Again, we have another set of choices. They can all influence how other serviles see us. Regardless of what some of the Awakened say about avoiding the Obeyers and the Takers, it's pretty clear that the serviles on Sucia Island have a robust grapevine, because all factions instantly know our attitude towards servile independence and keep a tally on how we act.

Here is the choice we don't take: 1. You are a servile. I am a Shaper. I command you to aid me.

"If the rogues aren't stopped now, they'll only get stronger," you tell her.

She's not impressed. "I will deal with that when that happens."

"If you don't get rid of the rogues, Vakkiri will. That means dozens of warriors trudging through your woods, invading your privacy," you say, channeling your most infuriatingly reasonable logic. How could anyone argue with the simple facts?

"All right." She sighs heavily and slings a pack of javelins over her shoulder. For an old servile, Seerula is alarmingly well armed. "I am surprised that you have convinced me, but you have. If you wish, I will aid you in your battle against the rogues."

"Thank you. Please travel with me for a little while," you say. She wordlessly grabs her weapon and takes your side.

You need a Leadership score of 5 to convince Seerula to help you. If she kills something, you won't get XP, but she's a useful damage sink for a character as fragile as Solution. Seerula isn't immortal, either. She can die. I don't recall if she actually drops anything useful -- I suspect not. You won't get XP from her death unless you finish her off. A rogue killing her doesn't count! You can't command Seerula in battle. She follows you at medium range, and her AI controls her in and out of combat much like a creation with less than 2 Intelligence points. She has both a melee attack and a ranged javelin attack. They're quite a lot stronger than what Solution and the fyorafriends have.



Seerula ended up under my combat cursor in this screenshot. Alas, the rest of the shots have her hidden by geometry. I think the AI was fucking with me.

Fighting with Seerula along proves both helpful and frustrating. She's completely deaf to your commands and suggestions, but utterly fierce in a fight. She takes her time covering your trail even though where you really want her is up front. She no doubt knows that, but isn't willing to take any blows meant for you. Still, Seerula is terrifyingly strong and kills a couple thahds outright with her thrown javelins. By the time you reach the warrens, the woods are completely clear of patrolling rogues. Nothing will strike at your backs while you investigate what's going on inside the old watch hill.



The inside is laid out simply enough. You follow the main corridor around, picking up a few old healing pods as you go. They're useful little things packed with magic powder that almost instantly revitalizes wounds. The pods are no good on creations, but perfect for you. What's more, they all seem intact.


The text isn't really accurate in my experience. The monster generator here always produces thahds for me. If there's a chance to produce fyora, it might be very slight. I'd honestly rather fight the fyoras...



The next few minutes stretch into what feels like hours. The spawner creature squeezes out thahds every handful of seconds, putting you and your creations to the test. You're caught in a narrow corridor with your fyora in front and Seerula behind. As you direct the fyora in clearing out the spawner's creations, you hear Seerula engage more rogues behind you. She has to fend for herself, as you quickly lose track of her while trying not to be mashed into paste by thahds who've stumbled into a lucky pincer attack against you.

The spawner proves alarmingly resilient. It continually regenerates tissue, always managing to avoid the brink of death. However, despite its best efforts, the spawner can't pump out enough thahds to crush you. One of your fyora finishes it off with a fireball. The spawner dies with a disgusting pop of gloppy, oozing flesh that melts into a custardy texture.

Despite this victory, your work is unfinished. You hear the echoing stomps of more thahds wandering around the watch hill's halls. Moreover, there's no sign of Seerula. You call out to her, but receive no answer. You have a nagging feeling that somehow the thahds managed to kill her so thoroughly that there's not even a recognizable body. You search among the dead thahds, but there's no sign of her.



Guilt creeps in. Despite her attitude, Seerula obeyed you in the end and followed you to help destroy dangerous rogues. You failed to defend her from them.

The best you can do is ensure that no more serviles are killed by rogues. Maybe you can find clues about how this spawner was created and who did it. As far as you know, no Shaper would make such a thing. The secrets of creation are meant for Shapers alone. A creation that can itself create is a dangerous abomination. The shaping of such a thing is so wildly irresponsible that it's insane. You can't imagine what kind of madness would cause anyone to create a creature like this. The thahds and fyoras it made were all utterly feral and almost mindlessly aggressive. There's no use for creations like that.

But your investigations yield little more than some old equipment. Whoever put the spawner there didn't leave behind any convenient clues. You clear out the rest of the rogues and discover another canister. This one allows you to create a thahd yourself. As troublesome as they are when rogue, thahds make great bodyguards. You just have to make sure they don't drown during rainstorms. At least you got that much.

Your search for Seerula's remains turn up nothing. Half hopeful and half nervous, you comb through the woods and circle back to her hut. Just as you step inside, Seerula surprises you from behind. She seems irritated to see you.

"I was looking for you. I'm a Shaper, you know." It sounds almost petulant when you say that aloud. "Why do you have so little respect for me?"

"A Shaper who is as stranded on this island as I am. I am Awakened, Shaper. I do not hold you in awe," Seerula replies.

What else is there to say? She's correct.






She has nothing else to say to you. The guards here aren't as talkative as the pair outside. You rest for a while and feel rejuvenated enough to try your hand at making a thahd.



Thahds are what some Shapers call meatshields. They're huge, strong, and resilient, but almost impossibly stupid. The thahds would never accomplish in a thousand years what the serviles have done in a century. Of course, thahds are also sterile, so they would have gone extinct on Sucia Island decades ago if not for that spawner. Hopefully there aren't too many more thahds out there, but if there are, you're ready for them.

You take your time before seeking out the master of the fort. Ellhrah can wait. You need a better idea of what capabilities the Awakened have before you speak with him. That conversation will be more like a negotiation than you want to admit.





This is the most well-armed and armored of all the serviles you have met so far. He wears a heavy, iron breastplate, and a large blade hangs from his belt. After sizing you up, he says, "I am Swan. I am an Awakened and the commander of the warriors here. I train serviles in the military arts."

"What sort of training do you provide?" you ask. More armed serviles who style themselves as fighters... If they were actually any match for an apprentice Shaper, the forest beyond the fort wouldn't have been swarming with rogues.

"I teach serviles of the ways of war on Sucia Island. I also know some tricks that might help you, Shaper. Though I am but a servile, I have learned much in my many years of fighting here."

You doubt he has much to show you, but you're stretching your diplomatic muscles. They got you into a Shaper apprenticeship; they might help see you off this island, too. "How do serviles fight here?"

"Desperately. And with a mix of our own weapons and Shaper artifacts. Some use mundane weapons. Swords and javelins. Some use the living weapons of the Shapers. The batons, which fire thorns. Some serviles have learned how to breed the batons together, and grow the plants which produce the thorns as fruit." That's a little startling. Such projects are the domain of Shapers. Of course, thorn batons aren't sterile like thahds, so Swan's boasting is within the realm of possibility. "And a few use the crystals and wands. They are Shaper artifacts, powerful stones and staves which unleash powerful magic. These are hoarded and only used in great danger, as we can't make more."

Thank goodness for that. "Can you teach me?" you ask, bemused.

"I'm afraid not. I will only share my deadliest knowledge with my fellow Awakened," Swan says. He watches you carefully, concerned about your response. All of them are.

"I am impressed by your ingenuity in learning how to fight for yourselves," you say. You are, but you're also concerned and starting to be a little frightened.

"I am glad that you feel that way. I am sure that not all of your brethren will be so tolerant."

You don't respond to the implied question. You can't speak for the Shapers, let alone the Council. You're a nobody. Not that Swan or any of these creations need to know that. "Tell me about being Awakened," you say instead.

"I can, but I will not. Ellhrah is nearby." Swan points to the south. "I teach about mere weaponry. He is the one who teaches of freedom."

"What battles have you had to fight recently?" you ask. You didn't see many signs of fighting during your march through Watchhill, but thahds are stupid enough to blunder into the front doors of a fort.

"Of late, our foes have been limitless. There have been the rogues coming out of Watchhill. The roamers on the thorny tens. And, worst of all, Warp the vlish." Swan's concern is palpable. The rogues from Watchhill had probably cut Ellhrah's fort off from Vakkiri, and the fields you saw are nowhere near enough to sustain a population of this size. "Thank you for settling the mystery of the rogues coming out of Watchhill. From now on, we know to watch for those horrible spawner creatures, and to destroy them as soon as possible."

"Tell me about the Thorny Fens and Warp."

"The fens are east of here, just north of the water. It is a region between here and Pentil, full of roamers. They are particularly cunning. They stalk their prey, waiting until enough additional roamers show up. Then they pounce.

"Warp is a vlish." The vlish are particularly intelligent creations, used for communication and reconnaissance. "It lives in a ruin in Crag Valley. It hates us. It has roamer servants, which it sends to harass and ambush us. I have tried to kill it many times. And always it evades me. One day, l fear, I will make a mistake, and it will devour me," Swan says.

"Could you help me destroy Warp?" A rogue vlish is a horrifying thought. Vlish can communicate with other creations with exceeding ease and have mental capacities nearly on par with true magic. If you could gain control of Warp... You banish the fleeting fancy from your thoughts.

"Ellhrah and I disagree on this issue. He has an item which might help you destroy Warp. But you would have to be very convincing to ever get him to tell you about it," Swan says. Despite your cajoling, he refuses to say any more on the matter than that.



You check out the book on the northern side of the meeting room.




You head east. This section of the keep is dedicated to commerce. Several merchants have come here to buy and sell wares, both servile-made and Shaper artifacts. One of the merchants has homed in on you.

"Greetings, Shaper. It is an honor to meet one of your powerful and wise order. May I interest you in some of my humble wares?"

You take the opportunity to offload some of the Shaper-made goods you discovered while clearing out the thahds and the spawner. The jingle of coin is reassuring as you explore the fort further.

The refinished flooring ends at a narrow passage in the eastern wall. The merchants have put their stalls well away from this little hallway.






The cold gets to you before long. Fortunately, the passage extends west, into a central gallery with a fresh, clear reservoir of water.



You meet a quiet, shy servile. She paces back and forth around the pool. When you get close, she says, "Hello. I am Ting." Then she smiles and looks down. "I've been wanting to say something to you."

"What do you do here?" you ask.

"I cook for the fort. Not for Ellhrah, though. He cooks his own food. He's very nervous about things."

"You said that you wanted to say something to me? What?" you ask.

"I know something interesting. Something useful that is hidden here," Ting replies. Her vagueness tips you off that this is still more servile intrigue.

You gesture for her to go on.

"There is a wand hidden at the south end of the fort. Down along corridor, then west, then pasta guard, then past a door. Even if you have no keys, you can get there through the ruined parts of the fort."

"What sort of wand?" you ask, cautiously hopeful.

"It's a powerful Shaper artifact. It can destroy just about any Shaper creation it's pointed at. Poof! Even Ellhrah and Swan and his guards! Poof!"

You start to feel a little excited, but you tamp down on that before your expectations get out of control. "There's a guard?"

"Yeah, but he's lazy. He walks into the crumbling corridor by his guardpost to take naps. If you watch him, you can walk by him," Ting says conspiratorially. Of course. All serviles are lazy by nature; that's part of why they require close supervision by Shapers or appointed overseers.

"Why are you telling me all this?"

"I know you talked to Nabb. I know what he told you to do. I'm to help you."

Nabb or one of his Taker friends must have made the run between Vakkiri and the fort while you were investigating the bandit woods. You almost admire the courage it must have taken whatever servile evaded all the rogues in Watchhill. You give Ting a minute shake of your head and move on. You'll take that wand if you can, but you're not interested in involving yourself with servile drama right now, not if you can avoid it.



With that unsettling encounter out of the way, you head towards the center of the fort. It makes sense that that is where the leader of the Awakened would await you -- right there in the center of his power, a spider in the middle of its web.

A spider is still just a bug.

You meet Ellhrah, servile leader and wise one. He doesn't look exceptional. He is strong and armed, but no more imposing than many you have met here. He is neither old nor scarred.

Yes, he is unusual. When he looks at you, he stares you straight in the eye. He is not afraid of you. He knows that the Shapers could destroy him in a minute if they wanted. And yet, he is unafraid.

"Welcome, Shaper. Welcome to our home. I am Ellhrah, of the Awakened. Since I heard of your arrival on our isle, I have eagerly awaited your visit. I desire to speak with you."

Ellhrah is polite, at least. "I want to know more of the Awakened." You decide not to tell him about Ting and Nabb for now. That kind of information might be useful to you later, if you need to bargain for a boat.

"I am glad to hear it. The meaning of my entire life is to tell more of our sect and our beliefs. I am glad that you have come to speak with me before supporting a different sect. I am sure you find that our views are the wisest on Sucia Isle."

"What do the Awakened believe?" You've heard from several other serviles, but now you can hear the rebellious words directly from the lips of their leader himself.

"We believe that the Shapers created us. However, we also believe that, while we should be grateful, we should no longer be your slaves. We wish to deal with you as intelligent beings, and as equals. We believe in fair trade for goods and services. For anything we give you, we expect fair compensation, and for anything we take from you, we will pay. We believe that we and the Shapers can live together in peace and mutual support. And, most of all, we want peace and dignity," Ellhrah says, utterly composed as he speaks words going against centuries of Shaper conditioning.

"I am surprised to hear myself saying it, but your views make sense. I never realized before I came here that you serviles could look after yourselves," you reply. If all serviles are capable of what you've seen so far, they could, perhaps, be nearly as independent as people. Still... Your kind created the serviles. Hearing yourself agree with even an iota of sincerity is shocking. If your new masters heard you now, you'd be sent straight home and probably watched closely for the rest of your natural life. And that's a best case scenario.

Ellhrah smiles. "You are the first Shaper one of our kind has ever met. That we could convince you gives me real hope for the future."

"I have another question," you admit.

"So do we all. What interests you?" Ellhrah seems truly eager to talk to you -- to, in fact, have a dialogue with you.

"Why did the Shapers abandon Sucia Isle?" This question nags at you. The land doesn't seem poisoned, and the rogues are weak enough to be defeated by an experienced apprentice. None of the non-servile creations you've encountered so far can reproduce. Even the spawner could only create sterile fyoras and thahds, and only until it ran out of those foul essence ponds. Whatever original creations were here would have died off long ago. Perhaps drayks might survive, but even one of those is unlikely to cause a whole outpost to be Barred.

"We know that it was a cruel act, abandoning the serviles the way they did, but we do not know what caused it. Speak with Learned Pinner in Vakkiri. She may be able to help you learn more."

On this point you must finally agree with the Awakened. It was cruel of the Shapers to leave the serviles behind, if the reason the island was barred has nothing to do with the serviles themselves. You haven't found anything to prove or disprove that hypothesis. Serviles are fragile -- clearly less fragile than everyone'd always thought, but still -- and sensitive. Leaving them to fend for themselves was a failure of the Shapers' duty to protect and provide for their creations.

Even ornks are owed a duty of care. You feel a keen sense of regret and even shame for the actions of those long dead Shapers, the same sour feeling you had when talking to poor, simple Tavit back at the quarantine checkpoint. You hope that whatever has happened here justifies the Shapers' choice to abandon their serviles.

Still, Ellhrah has told you nothing you haven't heard already. "I've found many strange canisters on this island. They seem to make me stronger. What are they?"

"They are unusual Shaper technology. Serviles can't use them. They kill us instantly. The Shapers made many of them before they abandoned this isle. That is all I know," Ellhrah says. He's telling the truth, you think. At least his story is the same as Learned Pinner's. "I can easily spare time to speak with one of your kind. What else do you want to know, Shaper?"

"There is much I would like to learn about this island. Have you been attacked by many rogues lately? What other villages are near here?"

"It is impossible to travel around here and not know the answer to your first question. We have faced much turmoil and danger recently. However, since you cleared out Watchhill, we entered and found the remains of that strange creation-spawning creature. We have no idea who might have made such a cruel horror. We hope that you can find them.

"As for the other... You have already been to Vakkiri. That is, I feel, the wisest and strongest of the servile outposts. Pentil is to the east. You can get there by traveling east or north from Watchhill. Both routes get you there eventually, though the path to the east is full of dangerous rogues. Pentil is occupied by the Obeyers. They worship your kind, to an extent that upsets me. Farther east is Kazg, home of the Takers. They hate Shapers. Be forewarned."

You've already met some Takers. The only faction you haven't encountered yet is the Obeyer village. Or if Clakkit's words are to be taken at face value, there might be a fourth group here, the mysterious strangers. The serviles haven't mentioned any other Shapers, but someone must have put that spawner there if the rogue troubles in Watchhill only started recently. Only a very mad Shaper would make a creation like that spawner.

"Can you tell me more about them?"

"In Pentil, you will find the Obeyers. They not only want to obey the Shapers, they worship you. The name of our kind is the serviles. But for them, the title truly fits. Farther east are the Takers of Free. They hate your kind. They long for nothing more than to die in a futile war against you. If you visit them, tread very carefully. They are dangerous."

All of the Awakened you've met seem to truly hold their Obeyer counterparts in contempt, which only intrigues you more. Loyal serviles should be able to aid you. Perhaps you can even help them leave Sucia Island and return to the fold. As for the Takers... The Awakened seem to want you to think they're all suicidally hostile, but Nabb and Ting have only proposed unwise schemes. They haven't tried to hurt you. What they wish for doesn't sound very different from what the Awakened propose -- independence -- and what's more, they're willing to actually give you something potentially quite valuable in exchange for your support. Unlike the Awakened, who keep sending you around on errands, mopping up rogues despite the way so many of them flaunt weapons and even alchemical goods...

You find that you're pursing your lips, so you make a conscious effort to relax your face and present a more open, friendly look. "I wish to join the Awakened. I will support your fight for dignity." Maybe Ellhrah will have read your expression as serious consideration instead of consternation. You wish now more than ever you weren't alone. You have no desire to ally yourself as an equal with any of these serviles. At home, they'd be handling the laundry and spooking at ornk shadows. Here, they're trying to embroil you in political conflicts and occasionally rob you.

Ellhrah brightens immediately. He'd clearly hoped for this, but hadn't completely expected it. "Your words and deeds make us feel that you might truly support us. Now, if you perform a bold deed to aid servile independence, we will let you join us and make you one of our own."

"How can I help you?" Still more tests. You decide to just consider this preliminary practice for whatever the Shapers will throw at you during your apprenticeship. "What sort of deed do you want done?"

"North of here, west of Crag Valley, is another Shaper ruin, this one in worse shape than most. It is full of rogue roamers and an intelligent and evil vlish named Warp. Its ambushes have slain many serviles." Ah, the same creation Swan hates so much. "Warp is controlled by an old but still living servant mind called Control Four. It hates intelligent serviles. It wants to destroy us." As it should. If you can make contact with a loyal servant mind, it might be able to help you plan your escape. "If you can destroy it, we will be much safer. Do this thing, and we will gladly make you one of us."

You've finally gotten some valuable intelligence from an Awakened that didn't involve being told to speak to another servile. Still, fighting a strong vlish isn't a task to rush at head on. "It sounds like a very difficult quest. Surely you can give me some assistance?"

This is another Leadership check.

Ellhrah thinks for a while. "We have a weapon. A Shaper weapon, used only to destroy creations. It is an evil thing. But Warp is a great danger. We can let you use it," Ellhrah says. He hands you a bronze key. Ting told you the truth after all. "The rod you seek is in the old, crumbling chambers south of here. Show this key to the guard to pass. Good luck."

"One more thing before I go. I'm looking for a boat," you say. "I want to escape this island."

"I can understand your desire, but I can't aid you. I do not know where a boat might be found. You might try searching the villages to the east, but their beliefs are very backward. I can't recommend going there if you can avoid it," Ellhrah says.

If the Awakened can't help you find a boat, their usefulness to you is very limited. Ellhrah clearly doesn't want you to head east, but he's not offered you any incentive to help him, either.

You pass the barracks and make your way south to pick up Ellhrah's wand. Anything that can give you an extra edge will be a real boon, even if you don't use it do what Ellhrah's asking of you.



The icy corridor is tight and the Shaper statues poking out of the alcoves only make maneuvering a thahd and two fyoras even more difficult. The fyoras bite at the statues' toes and the thahd keeps getting spooked. Eventually you find an automatic door at the other end, which you open.



Living tools are extremely useful. You've improved your tinkering skills since washing up on Sucia Island, but living tools are truly amazing pieces of Shaper technology. You’ve only rarely had the chance to use them before.

You slip into the next chamber. There's no guard here, but you do smell decay.




Ellhrah didn't mention this. Control Number Four may only be defending itself. You start seriously considering Nabb's proposal to put Ellhrah down. It takes you some time to master yourself, because to your surprise, you're trembling.



You use the canister nearby. The agents therein work their magic on you, soothing your anger and rendering it distant enough to be useful. You won't snuff out Ellhrah and his puny, rogue cult yet. They might still have some use that you haven't yet discovered. The canister whispers the secrets of fyora creation to you. Suddenly you have insight into how you can make your next fyoras stronger, faster, better.

You finish investigating the servant mind's chamber. Inside a locked case is a ceramic jar full of a thick, brown fluid. You recognize it. It is a nutrient solution, used to revive aging servant minds. This could be very useful. You keep it.

Back in the hall, a servile guard stumbles into you. It takes a supreme effort of will to not have your fyoras roast him after the abomination you've just seen. This guard looks very sleepy, but he wasn't too lazy to not notice you. He looks like he was just napping.

"Halt! You're not supposed to be back here! Prove you can be here or go back!"

Again, multiple options. 1. All right. I'll head back right away. 3. Ellhrah gave me permission to come back here. (Lie) 4. Well done, servile. You do the Awakened proud with your vigilance. I will commend you to Ellhrah, instead of telling him how you were sleeping at your post. (Lie)

"I'm allowed to be here. Look," you say, and flash Ellhrah's key.

That plus your surly demeanor persuade the guard that he'd really rather have another nap than deal with you. You pass him by and use the key to unlock another automatic door.




You find a third canister here; it grants you the secret of purging poisons and soothing chemical burns. You're finally glad you've come to Ellhrah's fort -- you've seen the true face of the Awakened and you've gotten to use three more canisters. You feel more powerful than ever.



You backtrack and finish exploring the rest of the abandoned, frigid section of Ellhrah's fort. Several passages have collapsed and haven't been repaired by the serviles. With the exception of the guard's patrol route, the only signs of servile activity back here are quite old. It seems that renovation has been delayed for a very long time. Now and then you detect a suspiciously familiar sound. Before long, you discover the source.



The eastern reaches of the fort are home to a pair of cryoas, deadly little creatures that give your creations a real workout. The cryoa is a modification of the fyora, with freezing spittle rather than a fireball. Cryoas are a little hardier than the base creation, but you're not sure how these two got back here or where they could've come from.



At the end of the cryoas' nesting hall, you find the half-frozen corpse of a servile. Who knows how long ago this one went missing. Nobody mentioned disappearances back at the fort. Perhaps it's a Taker infiltrator who's met a bad end. There are no clues on the corpse. You also find another canister. This one improves your ability to cast firebolt, which isn't soothing, but is terribly satisfying.

You decide you've had enough of the fort for now. If you hang around much longer, you might just use the Discipline Wand to terminate Ellhrah and every other servile you see. What you really need is another canister.



Here's what it looks like when you die! My helpful hint here is don't die.