Looks like Yulya has had it.
Still don't see how she defied him. I think that's the maximum of courtesy a cleric can show to an undead including the promise to free his soul. At least I think, but I know nothing about undead or clerics. We were just off to bring him Nezzners head as he requested. Sans ears of course, as they are mine and mine alone. This is more important than the fate of this world. And if I get back the frog too we'll of course help Mr. Mormesk because he's a pretty cool guy and doesn't afraid of everything! So it's all good! He can go back to doing undead things whatever that is.

It was f*cked to be precise:

Either way you're f*cked

https://tulpanetwork.com/network/9/chat-thread/msg18429/#msg18429

You still don't realize it's not about swearwordds but self-censored swearwords so I'll say it again an a hopefully Bear-brain comprehensible way:

fucked -> good
f*cked -> bad

faggot -> good
kill yourself you fucking faggot -> better

I still don't know where Mr. Fauci touched you or what sort of conspiracy he was part of and frankly I don't want to know - but you might find this entertaining:

Where the fuck did I post fuck? I posted faggot and removed it.

His raising anger subsides slightly as you present the wand. He recognizes it and just like the frog, suddenly Yulya's hand feels light, the wand is gone, he has accepted your offering and is reconsidering your disposition.

Yulya looks at her empty hands in despair like a child being robbed of a candy cane.
First the rings and now the wand...

You get confirmation that this is indeed the heart of the mountain and this wizard is very confused as to how you've looted it.

Yulya had hoped Mormesk would overlook the crystal but it was clear something like that would not escape him.
This was retrieved by the Mechatherial Demigoddess herself, she was directly interfering to guide us - no mere mortal like us could have acquired it and you know that well Sir Mormesk!

Being confronted by countless accusations and death threats from an undead, for a moment Yulyas face hardens and all doubt and fear disappears as if her patron gods speak trough her
Sir Mormesk!
There is no such question as a choice! Our quest is to take out Nezzner and so we shall proceed - with or without your demands. You are not our enemy and we have no intention of fighting you. We have no means to do so either in our current state. You may kill us as you wish - but by Eldath and SheShe - I will not accept your questioning of our Righteousness! The Gods are on our side and the place that awaits us in Heaven is truly magnificent. I have seen it Sir Mormesk! Can you say the same? What and whom do you fight for? You care neither about your fellow wizards nor people in general. Except for Sir Daran Edermath your comrades are long dead. And he sent us here to collect orc tongues making no mention of you or a Forge of Spells. You and this entire place are long forgotten by the world. Whatever you guarded is gone. I pray for your undead soul and when the time comes I shall liberate it so you can finally rest. This is all I have to say. Now if you excuse us - we shall no longer waste your precious time! Farewell until we meet again!



Yulya bows and leads her party down the stairs to continue their impossible battle as she slowly returns to her usual self, slowly lurching towards certain doom that lurks in all directions.
Two demigod-level undead watchers and an equally powerful drow elf mage as enemies! Why not ten and a few dragons on top of it? All I wanted to do was live peacefully in my cabin. I did not sign up for any of this! Is this what the gods do to those they favor?

One standard galactic week.



https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Aa1V2X6PO2M