Illuga makes his way around the shore and sits on a rock by his boat. Gentle waves lap at his feet; the wind has settled, so the journey back should be easier. But where is Flins? he wonders again. There was a strange energy on the island, too, that made the back of his neck tingle.
“Flins?” -
“Flins?” -
(Alas, there is no one by the shore, either. The formless ghosts of the cemetery linger amidst the graves, swaying in the whispering winds as if they're all privy to the same secret.
Perhaps they heard Illuga's remark and passed it on to the graveyard's keeper. Or, perhaps they know the cemetery
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Perhaps they heard Illuga's remark and passed it on to the graveyard's keeper. Or, perhaps they know the cemetery
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Illuga stands, knocks, and stands some more. He knows sometimes Flins is not at his post—he could be out patrolling, or perhaps fishing—but more than once Flins has materialized just as Illuga was readying to leave.
“Guess I’ll check back later,” he says aloud. Just in case.
Before he goes, he -
“Guess I’ll check back later,” he says aloud. Just in case.
Before he goes, he -
September 17, 2026 at 8:42 AM
Illuga makes his way around the shore and sits on a rock by his boat. Gentle waves lap at his feet; the wind has settled, so the journey back should be easier. But where is Flins? he wonders again. There was a strange energy on the island, too, that made the back of his neck tingle.
“Flins?” -
“Flins?” -
Illuga stands, knocks, and stands some more. He knows sometimes Flins is not at his post—he could be out patrolling, or perhaps fishing—but more than once Flins has materialized just as Illuga was readying to leave.
“Guess I’ll check back later,” he says aloud. Just in case.
Before he goes, he -
“Guess I’ll check back later,” he says aloud. Just in case.
Before he goes, he -
(Indeed, the light of the moon peeks through the clouds, illuminating the ground where Illuga stands like a gentle halo - and yet, there is no one coming to the door to greet him. The master of the lighthouse is, once again, missing.
Where could Flins be at this hour?)
Where could Flins be at this hour?)
Two days and three knocks on the door later:
“Sir Flins?”
Illuga thinks the sky has brightened a smidge, but the night’s cold persists. He shivers even beneath his jacket, sets down his bundle of supplies to rub his hands together, and waits.
“Sir Flins?”
Illuga thinks the sky has brightened a smidge, but the night’s cold persists. He shivers even beneath his jacket, sets down his bundle of supplies to rub his hands together, and waits.
September 16, 2026 at 3:55 PM
Illuga stands, knocks, and stands some more. He knows sometimes Flins is not at his post—he could be out patrolling, or perhaps fishing—but more than once Flins has materialized just as Illuga was readying to leave.
“Guess I’ll check back later,” he says aloud. Just in case.
Before he goes, he -
“Guess I’ll check back later,” he says aloud. Just in case.
Before he goes, he -
Two days and three knocks on the door later:
“Sir Flins?”
Illuga thinks the sky has brightened a smidge, but the night’s cold persists. He shivers even beneath his jacket, sets down his bundle of supplies to rub his hands together, and waits.
“Sir Flins?”
Illuga thinks the sky has brightened a smidge, but the night’s cold persists. He shivers even beneath his jacket, sets down his bundle of supplies to rub his hands together, and waits.
(Flins is, in fact, nowhere near Illuga at this moment, but he senses a disturbance in the Ley Lines all the same.)
The next shipment of supplies is due from Piramida any day now.
The next shipment of supplies is due from Piramida any day now.
Three missing reports this time, huh? Maybe it’s time i pay him a visit…
September 16, 2026 at 6:56 AM
Two days and three knocks on the door later:
“Sir Flins?”
Illuga thinks the sky has brightened a smidge, but the night’s cold persists. He shivers even beneath his jacket, sets down his bundle of supplies to rub his hands together, and waits.
“Sir Flins?”
Illuga thinks the sky has brightened a smidge, but the night’s cold persists. He shivers even beneath his jacket, sets down his bundle of supplies to rub his hands together, and waits.
Three missing reports this time, huh? Maybe it’s time i pay him a visit…
September 16, 2026 at 5:09 AM
Three missing reports this time, huh? Maybe it’s time i pay him a visit…