Yvlena heaved a sigh as she stood on top of the precariously placed stack of crates beneath the pulley chanism. Her summons watched from a safe distance as she fitted the cog in place and began her descent towards the floor.
“It should work now.” she said, pulling the lever. She waited a mont as soon the old chains rattled to life, wrapping around the cogs and pulling until the crates were lifted to its highest point. From the stack, a photograph floated through the air, landing in Yvlena’s hand.
[Yvlena Acquired
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lvin’s nto x1]
[Eye of Wistful mory 25% Completion]
The progress bar flashed across Yvlena’s eyes, already almost halfway full. She scanned the photograph for whatever information it could give her.
“lvin huh? He must have been soone who used to work here.” Yvlena said, gazing at the grayscale photograph. While faded it showed the image of a bulky man who reminded her imnsely of Soren. It brought a smile to her face to see his likeness.
Even now, he waited loyally outside for her to return.
The man in the picture had a young boy resting on his shoulder as he flexed his arm, showing off powerful muscles. The little boy on his shoulder bead happily.
Upon closer inspection, Yvlena noticed a third object in the picture, a small creature perched above the two humans in the photo.
She humd, wondering if it was a pet or sothing the cara happened to capture. She couldn’t make out what it was but sothing gave her the impression it was a bat.
She couldn’t wait to give it to Soren and ask who lvin was.
“And I will, once I beat whatever’s up there.”
With the way clear, Yvlena began her ascent up the stairs. Each foot she pressed on it caused the aged wood to squeak. If the blacksmiths wanted to restore this place, it would likely be a lot of work. More work than even the Rose Manor.
As she reached the top, the sound of ominous chirping caught her party’s attention, it whistled through the air bringing with it the promise of trouble. Again the flapping of large leathery wings let Yvlena know her next opponent was close.
Upstairs was devoid of the moist air on the first level of the warehouse, Yvlena once again looked to the hole in the ceiling to light her way. Every lamp within the warehouse had been shattered, the wax long since lted after the blacksmiths had abandoned it.
From her various encounters, Yvlena hated fighting in the dark, it sent a shiver up her spine and left her on edge. The encounter she’d had in the basent already set the tone for what to expect.
The boss of this makeshift dungeon would be sothing else lurking in the dark. She rembered the large eye she had seen from the crack below, so Miasmic entity that had made its ho in the rafters of the building.
Kuti held unto the hem of Yvlena’s cloak as she walked. The doll looked around, keeping her eyes peeled for anything that might attack them.
The first floor of the warehouse had a lot more crates lying around, so split open, leaving their contents to spill out. Yvlena didn’t mind helping herself to so of them.
[Yvlena Acquired
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Copper Ore x2
Iron Ore x1]
She searched the boxes, wondering if anything other than ore was available to pillage. Her summons were occupied looking around anticipating danger as their summoner busied herself with the crates. The elven girl noticed a large crate off to the side and gulped.
Yvlena had a feeling it would be important and slowly inched towards it, anything could leap out of it and attack her at this point. She placed a hand on her Moon Sickle, hopeful she could get the first hit at whatever would leap out.
As she approached, Yvlena heard the muffled sounds of sothing moving, She held her breath, lifting her Moon Sickle and peering into the box, where a black rat jumped out. Yvlena slashed at it but missed, letting the pest run off into the distance
Yvlena placed her hand on her chest to calm herself, panting as she realized she had slashed at sothing that had only given her a fright. While the rat wasn’t an enemy, leaping out of the box at that speed would scare anyone.
“Alright, what’s in here?”
[Yvlena Acquired
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Gold Nugget x1
Bat Collar x1]
[Eye of Wistful mory 50% Completion]
The bat collar was a small piece of ripped fabric that barely stretched across her palm. A thumb-sized bell rested in the middle of the collar, tinkling slightly as she shook it.
Whatever had worn it had to be small, perhaps a bird of so kind? It didn’t take long for Yvlena to recall the small creature in the photograph.
‘This must have belonged to the bat in the photo.’ Yvlena thought. So the bat in the picture must have been a pet, maybe a mascot they kept at the warehouse?
At the sound of a thud, Yvlena lifted her head and heard a sound of alarm co from one of her summons.
She stood up, walking back to her summons who had gotten themselves into so trouble amongst the crates lining the upper level of the room. Yvlena shook her head fondly, watching Sprite and Rabbit Knight try to pull Kuti out a box she had fallen into. Yvlena ended up picking the doll out of the trap and dusting her off.
“You three should try to be a little more careful.” She said, bopping Kuti on her nose the way Mars often did to her.
Kuti jingled in excitent and twirled around. Yvlena laughed, finding her antics adorable.
“Let go.” She said, walking towards the sound she had heard the chirping co from.
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The sound led her to a hatch door located above her. Yvlena and her party had reached the end of the room, and there was nowhere else to go but up.
The elven girl grabbed a hold of the scratchy, straw rope tied to the door handle and pulled it open. A mountain of rust and old items spilled over, landing in a heap beside her.
Yvlena took a step back as sothing tal hit the floor with a heavy clang, followed by a rusted over tal ladder that dropped from above. Yvlena inspected the ladder, lifting an eyebrow at how unstable it looked.
But what else did she expect from an abandoned warehouse?
She searched through the items on the floor, finding a steel cage big enough to house a large bird. Even with the faded details, she could tell it was ornately carved out of precious tals, a gift for a beloved pet.
Within the cage was a swing and a little sleeping area. This certainly had belonged to the bat, lvin’s bat.
[Eye of Wistful mory 75% Completion]
“Almost done with this. It’s easier than the other stories I’ve found so far.” Yvlena said to herself. The only thing she had figured out was that the warehouse had a pet bat that might have gotten abandoned when the Miasma took over.
“I either have to save the bat or save its mory sohow.” Yvlena said, placing her foot on the rusty ladder. The key to the puzzle must be up in the warehouse’s attic.
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