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RANDOMIZE

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"Raven!" you call as you bring out several pieces of spirit paper.

Raven flies over as you quickly draw the usual diagrams. And even one you've never tried before.

First, a wind spirit is summoned in swirling yellow-green with a loose leaf as an ascot.

"I am the spirit of the Natchez winds!" it says in the voice of a young boy.

Then, a nature spirit is summoned as a mound of dirt takes a beefy, muscular shape, despite being only half a foot tall.

"I am the spirit of the Natchez fields," it says in a deep voice.

"I shall call you 'Nate'," you say to the wind spirit. "And you shall be Field."

"Yes, sir," they both salute.

"Raven," you say as you hold out the third paper. "You use this one."

She takes it and looks at the diagram.

"Which one is this?" she asks.

"A spirit that, though it's everywhere, can only be summoned on hallowed ground like this," you say. "The grandchild of Gaia and Neam, child of Heldra the Shadow Spirit."

Raven sparks the paper and another breeze rustles through the grass. It gathers up dust and dirt as it approaches, and forms a shadowy curtain that drapes over a skull.

"Greetings, young mistress," it speaks. "I am Gurim, Spirit of Death."

Gurim's voice is a layer of multiple accents at once. One is American Southern, which makes sense given you're in Mississippi. Another is Geordie British, and the third is... Jamaican?

"Raven, repeat after me," you whisper. "Great spirit Gurim."

"Great spirit Gurim," she repeats.

"We face a terrible threat," you whisper.

"We face a terrible threat."

"Yes, I know," Gurim says as it glances over at Malchior. "A dragon is a powerful embodiment of either greed or death. This is certainly not a greedy dragon."

"Then will you help us fight him?" Raven asks on her own. "Will you help us bring death to this malicious bringer of death?"

Malchior keeps his wounded claw off the ground as he supports himself with the other. But the wounds from the Arcana drills have truly taken a toll, and he can barely prop himself up onto his back feet.

"Death does not take sides, young mistress," Gurim says. "This beast may be belligerent but he is not dying just yet."

"So you'll help when his death is certain?" you ask.

"Hmm... Yes. If this dragon cannot last for more than a few days, I will help you bring him to the end."

"Well, not quite what I was hoping for," you say, "but better than nothing. Nate, Fields, keep the dragon off balance for us."

"Yes, sir!" they salute again.

Fields becomes one with the ground as he rushes up from the right while Nate flies in from the left. Nate uses his "mouth" to blows gusts in Malchior's face. Malchior reels back and swipes at Nate, but he's just a wind spirit so no harm is done. Field then blasts out of the ground with stones to pummel Malchior in his side, then uses a near landslide of dirt to bury the leg and tail. Malchior growls as he digs himself out. Nate blows some of the dirt in Malchior's eyes and Malchior rears back again.

"Pestering Malchior to death isn't going to cut it," Raven says.

"That's why I was working on this," you say as you finish a fourth spirit diagram.

With this bit of spirit paper, you summon...

A) Faraera the Fire Spirit
B) Vindar the Lightning Spirit
C) Uidre the Water Spirit
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