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Stunned by the voice, you stand there gaping in disbelief, your mouth opening and closing like a caught fish, before asking, "Who--What are you?"

"I am Daedalus, though you may know me as the Wind that Shifts the Sun, a spirit taken from the world below. My previous master, had me woven into the fabric of this cloak to aid him in battle and serve as his protector. Though I fear without my gloves, tunic, trousers and boots I'am but a shell of my former power."

You'd heard tell tales of enchanted items being imbued with the spirits from the dead, but had never really believed they had existed, and to have found one here of all places, and to learn there were more...This was simply too unbelievable.

You try to take off the cloak, tugging at the fabric but for some reason it remains fixed to your shoulders like an implacable enemy, refusing to budge an inch. "Why can't I remove you?"

"As to that, my former Master Karesto, feared that I would wander off somehow if I were not bound to his life force, so he invoked an ancient spell to bind man and cloak as one. This way he would not lose me in battle or have his corpse desecrated. However he did not count on the spell transferring on to the next user once he passed away. Ancient magic is quiet complicated and few if any learn to master it. I myself have only dabbled a little in the arts, before being forced into servitude."

Brows half furrowed in curiosity, you ask,"What sort of aid did you provide this Karesto?"

At the question, you feel as though the cloak or Daedulus as his liked to be called light up with interest, his voice becoming quite cheerful. "Why I can serve you in many ways, Master? I can offer you guidance and advice, company on the road and most importantly access to my large repertoire of spells. Of course this would mean having to rest occasionally to recharge my limited mana, and you would not be able to use more powerful spells till you gain the rest of me, but I can serve in whatever manner you deem fit.

In a dry voice he continued, "My former master oft used me as a shield...In any case here are a list of spells at your disposal."

Level 1 Spells

Light

Mana cost: 1

Daedalus, "Not exactly the deadliest spell in my inventory, but it should prove useful for those dark places you adventurers love to crawl about in."(Option will occasionally appear throughout the story.)

Enchanted dagger

Mana cost: 2

Daedalus, "I can summon a dagger from the demon plane for you to use in battle. A decent enough tool that can be used for hacking away at nasty obstructions I've found."(Enchanted dagger - 5 damage.)

Awareness

Mana cost: 3

Daedalus, "Will give you a better sense of your surrounding and the ability react to danger much faster, although my most recent master Waqriyul preferred using it when he hunted. A deadly sport if I may say so." (- 8 Damage)

Firebolt

Mana cost: 4

Daedalus, "Another favorite of Waqriyul, he did so enjoy watching things burn."(Option will occasionally appear throughout the story.)

Shield

Mana cost: 5

Daedalus, "Karesto would often say that I was the best shield he had ever used, though the compliment was fairly innocuous considering he would use me like a battering ram and allow me to be singed. Something which never failed to amuse him."(+15 Resilience)

Hmmm, maybe you hadn't lucked out after all, most of these spells did appear useful if not a little weak, but it was much better than nothing which is exactly what you would have had if you had not picked up the cloak. "And how exactly do I recharge your mana?"

"There are two possible ways you can do this, you can meditate alone for several hours in complete silence or eat food. Both of these will help speed my regeneration." (Option 1 - Add 1 mana each time you complete a scenario without using any mana in that scenario. Option 2 - In your journey through the forest look out for opportunities to hunt for food.)

Sounds simple enough. (You may only select two choices before moving onward with your journey.

With daylight beginning to fade once more, you travel westwards beneath the shade of the great trees, while Daedalus regales you with more tales of his many adventures and stories of his former masters.

"Karesto had been my first master, but unfortunately he was not the last, his power was such that even the very cloth I was imbued within never faded or grew ragged with age. After his death, I was found by a pair of goblins that had fought each other over me, only to find myself being used as a common sack to carry his meager belongings. I think his name was Grumel, a disgusting creature with a rather horrendous stench that smelled somewhat of puke.

He was then slain by some sell sword, who called himself Dane. We got on rather well together even if the dolt was a bit too crude for my tastes, but I cannot really be picky about the company I keep. Then there was some Redling noble, I can't quite remember his name, but he had a way of belching that could shake the very rafters--

At first you pretend to listen to his prattling, but once you realise the damn fool won't shut up, you snap, "--Can you please keep quiet! I'm trying to think!"

You sense a touch of disappointment from the cloak. "As you wish master."

"Good." With Daedalus finally silent, you study the forest for danger and hear muffled footsteps coming from behind you. And immediately curse the cloak for talking so much and obscuring it's sound.

You consider whirling about to startle the creature that is following you, but fear you may lose your one advantage of surprise.

4. Do you activate your ability 'Brutal Efficiency''? (Giant Race Only)

Grunting savagely, you whirl around with one fist pulled back to crush the insect trailing after, before gaping openly in shock.

Half crouched, hidden beside a tree limb was a small female werewolf, her fur white as snow sprinkled in with grey. Her wide round eyes staring at you curiously.

Having never seen a werewolf before, you dimly look at the she-wolf, your tiny brain trying to understand where she came from, when Daedalus pipes up, "Have no fear she is on her own and is quite harmless."

"How you know?"

Daedalus gives a snort of amusement, "Trust me I know, I would have warned you of any danger."

Ears pricked, the female pup slid out of her hiding place with a baffled expression on her face, her nose sniffing the air. "Who are you talking to?"

"Why he is talking to me of course, I am Daedalus, a pleasure to make your acquaintance, and you are?"

The girl's yellow eyes widened open in surprise as she searched around her for the source of the voice. "Where are you hiding, I cannot see you?"

You point a thick finger at the cloak that hangs off of your back. "Daedalus."

The young werewolf seemed very happy to learn that the cloak could speak and edged forward further out into the clearing. "I am Cereen. It is nice to meet you too," she said.

"What you do here?" You ask.

Cereen shrugged her shoulders. "My father sent me to gather herbs from the forest. We are to celebrate the Break of Dawn."

Break of Dawn? What is that? Before you could even talk, Daedalus replied, "The Break of Dawn is a ceremony master, the werewolves of Neeven would oft bless each new day with a ceremony to thank the Lord of Light for his protection during the night."

Ceeren nodded her head happily. "Father says we need to gather fresh herbs, so that we may cleanse our spirits."

"You have food?"

Cereen shook her head. "No, but there will be a feast in my village, so there will be food there."

"Take me to dis Vi-lage."

Ceeren pursued her lips and rocked back and forth on her heels. "I don't know, father really doesn't like strangers, and if I return with nothing I will be punished."

"Plleasse me hungry."

Her face lit up with a smile that quickly broadened into a wide grin that showed off her pointed teeth. "Very well, follow me."

Ceeren set a harsh, grueling pace through the forest, following tracks you could not see, her feet leading her unwaveringly through the trees with no hesitation. By midday, you reach the outskirts of a small village resting beside the Dragon's throat. With not a single thatched roof or mud brick home to be seen in sight. Dozens of werewolves prowl the area, collecting wood, skinning hobs or sharpening claws with a few of them glancing in your direction before continuing on with their work as though you weren't even there.

Ceeren tugs your arm lightly, "Come on, my father will be waiting for me?"

Battlefield Results

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Companion reputation, (+1 Daedalus is pleased by your actions.)

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