The ghost waited patiently for the Sahovan mage to finish, nodding his head to note that he had heard the words of the man. "Cobbletrop. I'm dead, you're alive or at least a bloody nuit that are out on the Isle. Probably came here to see if the shipments weren't working, bloody world of Mizahar went to hell. People making up a few names for it too like the 'cataclysm' or the bloody valterian. Not that we could have done much out here on a long post. I came back after serving my time as a reserve in the ol' legion. Sunberth was my home, my family was here, Dear ol' grandpa's still buried from what I can see in the ash in the family crypt up by the hill. He's the one that gave me that vial you know. Much better spiritist then I. Petch, Dad gave me the falchion too, but kep his mage's staff, buried him with it if no thieves got there by now.
You want to know what's in these mines, and take it back to Sahova right?Well I ain't got no choice but to help ya' but you got to do something for me afterwards. You hear me?"
Rayage nodded once and brought his hand up the falchion's hilt, it showed signs of wear, but nothing that a hundred gold mizas worth of restoration wouldn't assist to bring it back to its former glory. The Knight's armory the rogue brought him too before had an isurian smith... perhaps he could learn something there... though the idea of one old alahean retired legionaiire being buried with a common staff seemed to excite him more. "Well if you know what I require, then how can we come to an agreement here?"
The ghost looked at him, "You're a mage helping create and equip an army for the empire right? That's what you guys do out there? You know the army used spiritists, I"m a petching ghost now, my only duty is my family's to see the alahean empire rise once more. You let me train you a little so we can work together, and I'll let you use me to help restore that dream. Just eventually... eventually I want you to take these bones to my father's side in the old crypt, then I'll be able to pass on. Until then, I'll serve you and consider you my officer in charge of my detail. That sound alright?"
The mage nodded to himself to consider things, thinking that in the old wards: fallen soldiers ghosts were coerced by the spiritists who fought to help them in their battle. In time, many of those spirits were granted peace, brought home in a manner of sorts by loved ones, brothers, sisters, friends, back to their family. Even as he thought of it, he could see the old ghost's form continue to coalesce more, mirroring the hardened shell of the ancient armor design. For a moment, he imagined what the ancient recruit might know, or help him draw corallaries to the old alahean armies.
Sahova had a bunch of books on the subject, many of the warring arts sealed off in sections of the ancient libraries which needed permission to enter. To a young nuit like him, the glimpse into the past would be invaluable, especially if the rumors of animation and alchemy intersecting with magecraft to create extra powerful golems proved true.
What would the gains be? What would the costs be?
"What would be first?" Rayage spoke aloud.
"Like anything in any art, you must willfully accept possesion as a spiritist, something which might prove difficult to a nuit. Then... if I ... " Cocking his head the old ghost legionairre heard the whispering howls of the other ghosts int he distance crying out in an echoing whisper, one that shivered up Rayage's spine.
A whisper which said , ''One of the fool's has been awakened, we must destroy him again. Destroy all overseers. This is our town now, our children, no authority rules us ever again."