Black Zenith [Adventure RPG / Chapter Four: Fires of Heaven]

"Oh, confound it," Myra says to her cohorts on the ship as she squawks loudly and flutters her wings in frustration, "Encyclopedia, my tailfeathers! This may as well be a personal journal!" She caws at Bohw as she telepathically vents her frustration to the group. "These are accounts based on Lord Ziras' memories! Comparing his memories to an encyclopedia...What gull!" Memories aren't as fantastic and useful as actual facts are! Memories can be switched, faded, worn, twisted, and added. And they can be biased and do not relate the whole picture! Just one tiny human's thoughts on the matter! Ughhhhhhhh! Even if that tiny human happens to be a very powerful mage...Myra was still quite upset, but this is still better than nothing. Since these are memories, Myra figures that she should ask about things that are particularly memorable: events and people. Speaking of people, quite a few names have recently popped up! Mayor's odd behavior aside, something kingfisher is going on. It seems that these people, and a forge of sorts, are somehow related to the crystal shards- er, soul vessels- that the group is after...Myra's calling cahoots! Cahoots, she says! Cahoooooooots! The ravenfolk sighs, calming down enough for her feathers fall flat once more, and asks the box, "What is the link between Ziras, Somye, Remah, Shanterel, and Razan?"