The Land of Grimney - The Illustrated Adventures of Cora Pearl, aged 12

Eh? How can that happen? What do we do now? Can't contact her at all. Where is she exactly? Has Hoggy got something to do with it?

So, back to reality for a mo, has Willow left or has she been "removed" by the red mist?

Whats going on
Everything going mad
Don't have a clue
Making me sad

All happening too soon
Can't work it out
Friends getting eaten
Want to shout

Now another missing
Whats this place about
Am I just stupid
Or making something out of nowt

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Witch

Right. OK, so I read Absolem's insight about life and death. So 'Korben' and 'Urat', you two obviously know more about things here than I do... So what do we do to get her back? I chat to Willow most nights privately and I obviously can't tonight, she said she'd had words with that ginger bearded man. It's clear to me that we have to play by the rules of Grimney, so what do we do? Do we contact the Grimney police???

Yes and how do you define your powers?
My gnome self died and I became a wraith, so what powers do the wraithe's have? Who can take them out etc? Is it about strength in numbers and is it random or do you have to have grievances? It's a bit confusing and I'm assuming there's no opt out option?

I can see there is much debate in the tavern this night. Poor Willow, I'm sure she will be released with a little negotiation. I guess our enemies judge us by our appearances, that's just human nature I suppose.

Yes, Baggage, well, wraiths are very powerful, but no one will attack and kill you unless you pick fights with someone who might.

Willow had words in here last night and I suspect she has fallen into the hands of the Chaos Engine, they generally don't bother anyone, but should you provoke them, they don't back down. They may just be flexing their muscles, she'll probably be released in a few days.

Baggage, you should journey through Grimney as you would journey through any new land, with care. Always strength in numbers, I guess Willow was a bit isolated. Maybe get yourself a bodyguard if you think it'll help, I can find you one if you're worried.

Opt out? If you have no grievances, and don't start fights then you'll have no trouble with anyone.

The gangs mostly fight with each other. Best to steer clear that's my advice.

Anyone for drinks?

You're not the only one that can't be seen around here, Korben. Bolt and his men are after me too. If it wasn't for Urat, they probably would've had me the other night. Speaking of Urat...I just popped in to settle my tab. I'm not sure I'll still be here at the end of the week, and I don't wish to die in debt. Besides, if I left Milgrave with any such problems, she'd dig me up and kill me again! I'm more worried about that than I am about Bolt to be perfectly honest. 'Course I don't wish to be getting close enough to be saying that in person...I'm not as stupid as I look!

Keep the change Urat, you're a good man. Almost as good as my dear pal Leggy was. I know he wasn't strictly a man and all but you know what I'm getting at. Anyway, best be off now. Here ya go, Urat. Milly baked another radigan pie for you, with special herbs grown by the monks down at Farfell...or is it Fallfell? Never been certain of that one! Hopefully it won't be the last, Urat...but if it happens that way, good luck on the journey, friend.

Hoggy, my friend, I think you should make peace with Korben, after all he's living on borrowed time, although he seems to have borrowed quite a lot of it, you're both being hunted by Bolt. Why not form a gang to defend yourself?

I think judging by the size of you, you'll not go down without a fight. I hope we don't lose you too, it's not been a good week, Willow has vanished and Leggy got eaten, by you...

But thanks for the Radigan pie, and do try to stay alive, you are a big presence here in Grimney and you'd be a great loss. I think Leggy was a gnome, at least that's what I assumed him to be, more of a bar snack than a main course. He's missed. Farfell, I heard, I think the Master map maker was drunk! As for the tab, let's wipe the slate, I'd not wish to see you suffer, I know what that wife of yours is like. Have a flagon of ale on the house my friend!