The Great Deceiver
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Say, aren't you Forename? Master Matoya speaks quite highly of you.
I'm sure you've more important things to concern yourself with, but I need help, and there's no one else I can turn to.
It's my friend, Quinfort. Ever since we were young, he's always excelled in the arcane arts. In fact even now he's in training to become a priest of the Night's Blessed.
Perhaps the greatest of his gifts is clairvoyance, but I fear it's taken a toll on his mind as of late.
He's always been different, but not like this. He's changed. Frighteningly so...
The others think him no stranger than usual, but they're wrong, and I mean to prove it. You don't know him like we do, which is precisely why I'd like you to talk with him. To get an objective opinion on the matter.
<sigh> Assuming we find out what ails him, I hope there's a way to cure it.
I think my concern will become abundantly clear once you speak with him.
Mwahahaha! As foretold by the will of the wood, we meet at last. I've been expecting you, Forename.
Shhh! No one else must hear of this. Not yet... My dreams are plagued with visions of the future. Calamity is upon us, and each night I witness our impending doom.
But hope is not yet lost, for the dreams speak to me of a savior in the form of a great serpent.
It was revered as a god in the days of the Ronkan Empire, and I believe it yet lives in the Greatwood, waiting to be roused from slumber.
It has many names. Many would call it the Protector, some the Great Destroyer.
The will of the wood demands I find this great serpent. It is our only hope of salvation!
I have been chosen Forename. To be the savior of Slitherbough!
So this is where you two have been hiding. Now that you've gotten to know one another, what do you think?
|I fear his mind is beyond saving.||His dreams are an ill omen.|
Valan, please! We are in the midst of a most important discussion.
When you first began talks of these dreams and delusions I held my peace, but I won't let you drag anyone else into this.
Such narrow-minded thinking is why only I have been chosen by the wood. By the great serpent!
Yes, Quinfort, whatever you say.
You've mocked me for the last time, Valan. I will summon the great serpent this very day, and prove to you the truth of my visions!
Quinfort, wait! Where are you going!?
To meet with misfortune would likely bring him to his senses. But he's my friend, and I can't stand the thought of him getting hurt out there. Will you help me look for him?
If anything should happen to him, I'll never forgive myself.
He couldn't have gone far.
Over there! I think I see him!
I'm beginning to grow tired of this game.
Enough, Quinfort! Even you should recognize the danger of wandering off alone in these woods.
You really have gone mad, haven't you?
Mock me all you like, Valan, but now you will bear witness to the truth with your own eyes.
Behold! The divine protector of Ronka! The great serpent of legend!
No! It can't be!
That's...the great serpent?
I see nothing great about that...that... What is it, exactly? I refuse to believe that it's a serpent.
Please tell me you're joking.
Hahaha. Do not be jealous, Valan. The will of the wood works in mysterious ways, and this serpent is the key to our deliverance.