Lore: Highly toxic, believed to disrupt Dark Murmurs.
Properties: Unknown.
Alchemical Properties: Unknown.
Name: Aram Leaf
Lore: A flower with sharp, angular leaves; powerfully affected by the Blood Moon.
Properties: Unknown.
Alchemical Properties: Unknown.
Luckily the yarrow and flitweed is what he needed at this point, and he was fortunate that it was common as weeds in this death forest. As he ate a handful of both, he investigated the nearest fruit tree.
Name: Kelaar Tree
Lore: Indigenous to the Foglands, the tree produces a fruit that was once a staple of the region.
Properties: Very nutritious.
Alchemical Properties: Unknown.
Analyze is level 12!
Foglands, eh? Is that where I am? Weird name for a place without a stitch of fog.
Feeling better as his Health and Stamina regenerated at a visible clip, Felix picked a low hanging Kelaar fruit and inspected it. It was red with white splotches radiating from the stem. He took a tentative bite, and a soft, savory flavor filled his mouth. It wasn't bad, just odd; he was expecting sweet. He ate the whole thing. At the center were a bunch of seeds that tasted sort of like peanuts. He grabbed another and sat down.
The sun was getting low by this point, and Felix eyed the shadowed forest with increasing unease. He had maybe three hours before full dark. He quickly ate the second Kelaar fruit and walked down the shore, back toward the cliff.
He Analyzed everything he could, the grass, ground, trees, water, everything. He made it nearly to the waterfall and cliff face before he felt his eyes being pulled toward a wild patch of shrubbery. Cautiously Felix stepped forward, moving as quietly as he could. He had lost his spear and leaf sacks in the river, so he only had a single grubsticker in hand as he carefully prodded at the undergrowth. His Perception had pegged something. But all he could find were vines and weeds, despite--
"AH!"
Felix recoiled, falling back onto his butt, nearly stabbing himself with his grubsticker. Buried in the weeds were the pale white bones of a skeleton.
"Fuck, I hope this skeleton isn't alive," Felix swallowed nervously, the plot of too many games and movies running through his head. But the pile of bones didn't move. Slowly, he approached the corpse. It was human-ish, he decided. Two arms, two legs, same general shape and position. It's skull looked odd. Long, with sharper cheekbones and a wide jaw. Probably not human. He tried to Analyze it.
Name: ???
Race: Henaari
Level: N/A
HP: N/A
MP: N/A
Lore: The Henaari are a matriarchy that reveres the Endless Raven, as such they long to explore the unexplored and find the unfound.
Endless Raven, dark murmurs, blood moons. Analyze's lore entry is getting more more specific. Felix sighed. And I have no idea what it all means.
Using his makeshift knife, Felix carefully cut away the weeds that grew up and through the bones of this Henaari corpse. Quickly it became clear that his Perception hadn't guided him wrong; lying beneath the skeleton was an intact leather satchel. Eyes wide, he pulled it free.
The satchel was made of a dark leather, still supple despite how long it must have laid out here in the elements. Despite the dried mud crusting the side, the satchel was in perfect condition. A simple bronze clasp secured the top, but before he could open it, Felix's eye caught on a metallic sheen from beneath the Henaari's pelvis. Tearing away a few more weeds and dirt, his hand closed on a simple wire-wrapped hilt that he slowly pulled from the earth.
"Whoa," Felix's eyes were wide and his heart raced.
He had found a sword.