[] Accept the Wolf of the Moon's blessing.
Moon affinities.
[] Accept the Fish of the River's blessing.
Water affinities.
[X] Instead, ask that the Fish grant you a ship, and the Wolf grant you swift tides, so that you might travel to the mouth by river, instead of passing over the final hill.
Dungeon bypass? Well, considering over the final hill is either the Old God or Halisee, I think I'll try the bypass.
Might be Trade, Mischief or Human?
Moon affinities.
[] Accept the Fish of the River's blessing.
Water affinities.
[X] Instead, ask that the Fish grant you a ship, and the Wolf grant you swift tides, so that you might travel to the mouth by river, instead of passing over the final hill.
Dungeon bypass? Well, considering over the final hill is either the Old God or Halisee, I think I'll try the bypass.
Might be Trade, Mischief or Human?
Hi Fire ThiefYou are stopped by a figure with wild hair the color of fire. "Halt! I am the lord of this place!" he exclaims as he brandishes a bladed club. "Who are you, and what are you doing here?"
"I am Gaerig," you tell him. "I come here so that I may reach the mouth of the river."
Hi Sirivam!You come upon a village of wolf-men, herding fluffy animals. The strongest among them approaches you. "Stop, stranger! Who are you, and what are you doing here?"
"I am Gaerig," you tell him. "I come here in search of the fire-haired man, who stole my jug."
The wolf-man nods solemnly, and commiserates. "The fire-haired man has also stolen from me," he informs you sadly, gesturing to his neck. "He has taken from me a medallion of great importance. He is crafty, though, so I cannot defeat him when I catch him. I will help you find him."
Hi Fishy!You come upon a dried riverbed, where a large fish-man angrily pounds the cracked dust. In the bed are endless fleets of boats, trapped by the lack of flowing water. You approach the fish-man cautiously in his temper and call out to him. "I am Gaerig!" you tell him. "I have come to find the mouth of the river, but it is dry! How did this happen?"
Startled, the fish-man turns to you, a sorrowful look on his face. "The fire-haired thief!" he cries. "He has stolen the river! Please, I will lend you my aid if you only return the river to me!"