Calling from the Masters of the Night-Wind

Calling from the Masters of the Night-Wind is the first act of .
==Start Location==
Start the quest by approaching the Statue of the Seven in Tezcatepetonco Range.
World Quest Calling from the Masters of the Night-Wind Start Location.png|Calling from the Masters of the Night-Wind's start location
World Quest Calling from the Masters of the Night-Wind Start Location Context.png|Additional context
==Steps==
# Go to the settlement of the Masters of the Night-Wind
# Enter the Hall
# Go to the Obsidian Altar
# Meet with the Chief of the Tribe
# Accept the test
# Look for Clues (0/3)
# Escape the sealed space
# Talk to Biram
==Gameplay Notes==
* During Steps 6-7, the party will be limited to the Traveler.
* Using Quest Navigation during Step 7 will display the following message: "Try using the of an Iktomisaurus to search for Nightspirit Graffiti and the corresponding Nightspirit Bodies."
==Dialogue==
;(Approach the Statue of the Seven)
: Paimon: *gasp* Something's hiding behind that statue!
: Paimon: Aw, it's a baby Iktomisaurus. So cute... although, why is it staring at us?
: Paimon: !
:: (What is this place...?)
: ???: ...
:: (Who are you...)
: ???: !
: Paimon: Ugh... How long was Paimon out?
: Paimon: Paimon locked eyes with that baby Iktomisaurus for like, a second, and then she was suddenly pulled into this strange place with a huuuge Iktomisaur!
: Yeah, same here...
: Paimon: Any idea what happened?
: Paimon: ...? Hey, what's wrong?
: It's over there...
: We're being summoned...
: Paimon: Look! It's that baby Iktomisaur — seems like it wants us to follow it. Paimon's adventurous side says we have to see where this leads!
: I'm in! Let's go!
;(Apprach the "Masters of the Night-Wind")
: Paimon: Whoa, check it out, the graffiti on the wall is glowing!
: Paimon: Masters of the Night-Wind... and by the looks of it, masters of nightlife too.
;(Approach the main hall)
: Paimon: Wonder if we're allowed in here... Oh. The door opened all by itself. Taking that as a yes!
: Paimon: Aw! The Iktomisaur from earlier, it's really here!
: That's the one who summoned us...
: Paimon: Then let's go introduce ourselves.
;(Approach the Iktomisaurus)
: Paimon: Hello there, um...
: Strange Iktomisaurus: ...
: Paimon: Okay, probably doesn't understand what we're saying... Doesn't look like any cogs are turning in there...
: Strange Iktomisaurus: !
: Paimon: Whoops, sorry! No offense intended!
: ???: You there — you dare disrespect our elder!?
: Iktomisaurus Elder: ...
: ???: Oh, you mean... I see, I see. Sorry, my mistake. Apparently, you are here by invitation, in which case it's my job to make you feel welcome.
: Caholom: Some introductions are in order. I am Caholom, one of the priests of our tribe.
: Caholom: And this is our Iktomisaur Elder, the Great Tlapopoctiztetl. A living totem among the Masters of the Night-Wind.
: Paimon: Whoa, that's quite a tongue-twister...
: Caholom: In truth, we usually go with "Elder Tlapo" for short. You're welcome to do the same.
: We were invited here in a very... unusual way.
: Caholom: Ah, I assume you're referring to our elder's special ability.
: Caholom: Elder Tlapo has been alive for many centuries, and harbors secrets that even we priests are at a loss to explain, so your reaction is entirely natural.
: Caholom: But one thing I can say for sure is that Elder Tlapo has appointed the two of you to an extremely important task. For this reason, I would like to ask you to undergo a test.
: Paimon: What sort of task? And what kind of test?
: Caholom: If it's alright with you, I'll take you to see our chief. He's in a much better position to answer your questions.
: Paimon: Um... okay, sure.
: Caholom: Very well. Then please follow me.
: Caholom: You can use this scroll to go directly to the Obsidian Altar, where the chief is.
: Caholom: Don't worry, it's just one of the many mystical abilities of our tribe.
;(Talk to Caholom, optional)
: Caholom: You can use this scroll to go directly to the Obsidian Altar, where the chief is.
: Caholom: Don't worry, it's just one of the many mystical abilities of our tribe.
;(Use the scroll)
: Paimon: Whoa, what was that just now?
: Caholom: One of the routine duties of a priest. We attempt to contact the spirits of our ancestors to seek epiphanies and revelations.
: Caholom: The chief is just over there. Please wait here while I have a word with him — I'll just be a moment.
: Paimon: Well, the Masters of the Night-Wind are definitely living up to their reputation as the mysterious ones.
: Caholom: Alright, I've told the chief why we're here, and now you may speak with him. Right this way.
: Biram: So, you two are the appointed ones? I am Chief Biram. Welcome, and thank you for your patience.
: Paimon: ...So tall...
: Biram: Unusually so. Yes, I am aware. But I assure you, it's no cause for alarm.
: Paimon: Oh — no, of course not! Sorry, Paimon just reacted without thinking...
: What's this about us being "appointed"?
: Biram: Ah yes, Caholom told me about that. As outsiders to our tribe, this is probably the first you've heard of such appointments. I'm sure the whole thing seems very confusing.
: Biram: Throughout our history, only members of the Masters of the Night-Wind have been appointed to undertake these tasks. This is the first time an outsider has ever been chosen.
: Paimon: Really?
: Biram: Allow me to explain. Our tribe has an old tradition of recording history in the form of woven scrolls.
: Biram: And not just our own history. We record the legends and heroic feats of all other tribes as well.
: Biram: It is a tradition we have observed for many centuries. We treat it as a solemn duty.
: Biram: However, when a major event occurs that affects all of Natlan, we record it on a different kind of scroll used for this exact purpose.
: Biram: And these scrolls can only be woven by someone of the Iktomisaur Elder's choosing.
: Biram: When the Iktomisaur Elder senses a major change in the Ley Lines, it will issue a formal declaration to appoint a creator for this scroll.
: Paimon: Whoa, so you mean...
: Biram: Elder Tlapo sensed a Ley Line change quite some time ago, but had not yet designated the scroll-weavers... until you arrived.
: Paimon: Okay, but... Just so you're aware, we don't know the first thing about weaving scrolls.
: Biram: As a matter of fact, that does not surprise me at all.
: Paimon: How come?
: Biram: In the two hundred years that Elder Tlapo has held this position, none of the appointed ones have ever been experienced scroll-weavers.
: Paimon: Does that mean two hundred years of major historical events have gone unrecorded?
: Biram: No, they all submitted scrolls in time. Yet each of them claimed it was not their own work, but a "gift from the spirits."
: Paimon: Man... this tribe gets more mysterious by the second.
: Biram: Yes, well... that is the part that troubles me.
: Biram: The notion that we have to rely on esoteric things like "gifts from the spirits" to record historical events of such great importance... it is unsettling.
: Paimon: Huh... That's pretty surprising to hear, coming from the chief of this tribe.
: Biram: I can imagine. You probably see the Masters of the Night-Wind as a people shrouded in mystery, who pride ourselves on our arcane practices.
: Biram: But I am something of an exception. I may be the chief, but when it comes to our traditions, I am in fact a proponent of change and reform.
: Biram: I have dedicated my energies to deciphering the many mysteries of our tribe. In doing so, I hope to establish clearer rules that will help sustain our traditions in the future.
: Paimon: Wow, that sounds great! So have you figured out the mystery of the "gift from the spirits"?
: Biram: Sadly not... It is something I have been investigating for a long time, but I have yet to uncover what this "gift" truly refers to.
: Biram: Only a small handful of events over the years have been recorded on these special scrolls, with decades between each one.
: Biram: And by the time the next scroll-weaver is appointed, my time as chief will be long gone. I will not be in a position to investigate as thoroughly.
: Paimon: So...
: Biram: While I haven't yet gotten to the bottom of the matter, I have made some progress. But the only way I can develop my theories further is with the cooperation of the appointed ones.
: And that's why you want to put us through this test.
: Biram: Precisely. It's nothing to be worried about — simply a means of validating my current hypothesis. It shouldn't take you long, nor will it put you in any danger.
: Alright. So what does it involve, exactly?
: Biram: I can explain everything in detail when we get to the site of the test. But first, please wait a moment while I change out of the Soul-Shielding Cloak.
: Biram: This garb is one of our important cultural relics, handed down by generations of chiefs. It is only to be worn when conducting certain ceremonies.
: Paimon: Oh...
:
: Biram: Please come with me.
: Biram: Do you see this scroll? If you touch it, you will enter a hidden space.
: Biram: Today's test is, quite simply, to find a way to escape that space.
: Paimon: That's it?
: Biram: I assure you, it's not as easy as it sounds. If you cannot find your own way out, I will of course intervene to bring you back here.
: Biram: But then, we will be no closer to solving this mystery...
: We'll give it a try.
: Biram: Good. Simply touch the scroll to begin the test.
;(Talk to Biram again, optional)
: Biram: You may begin whenever you're ready.
----
;(Enter the testing grounds)
: Paimon: Whoa, we really did get teleported...
: But where's the way out?
: Paimon: Hmm... It seems like this place is completely sealed off. Doesn't look like there's an exit anywhere.
: Paimon: Let's take a look around and see what we can find.
;(Investigate the large scroll)
:Giant Woven Scroll: (This scroll has purposely been hung in the very middle of the ceiling. Whatever it means, it must be significant.)
;(Investigate the scroll shelf)
:Stack of Woven Scrolls: (A large pile of woven scrolls. The thick layer of dust indicates that they've been here a long time.)
;(Investigate the loom)
:Strange Machine: (There's some sort of a machine here. Probably used for weaving.)
;(After investigating the three clues)
: Paimon: There are so many woven scrolls here. Paimon remembers seeing some of them before in other tribes. They seem to record historical events.
:
: Paimon: This one really stands out from the rest. For starters, it's the biggest of them all. Wonder what story it tells?
: The colors are very distinctive, too...
: Paimon: Yeah, you're right...
:
: Paimon: Over there, something just flashed! , did you catch that?
: Maybe that's how we get out...
:: ...By seeing things we couldn't see before.
: Paimon: Ohhh, right! Paimon's with you!
;(Display a Tutorial)
;(Tip)
::Observe your surroundings using the Iktomisaur's Special Elemental Sight...
;(Use elemental sight while indwelling an Iktomisaur)
: Paimon: Aha, there IS something hiding here! Yup, this looks like our ticket outta this place!
;(Place down the scroll)
::Nightspirit Body created successfully. You can leave now.
----
;(Leave the testing grounds)
: Paimon: Phew, we finally got out!Actual voice-over: "Phew, we finally made it out!"
: Biram: It is just as I thought. You are indeed capable of undertaking this mission.
: Did this prove your theory?
: Biram: Yes. You saw many distinctive-looking scrolls there, didn't you?
: Paimon: Sure did...
: Biram: This specific kind of scroll was left to us by our ancestors. Upon investigation, I discovered what sets it apart is the use of a color not featured in ordinary scrolls.
: Biram: It is a most mysterious color that most people cannot even detect. I myself had to employ special techniques to confirm its existence.
: Biram: Yet there are those who are born with a natural ability to perceive it. And that is why I wanted to test you.
: Paimon: You mean...
: Biram: That space you just entered was an exhibition room for storing this variety of woven scrolls.
: Biram: Centuries ago, a great shaman by the name of Huitzilin put in place a security measure, so that anyone who entered the room without permission would become trapped inside.
: Biram: It exists to this day, and although I have not managed to decipher how it works, I have at least found out how to turn it on and off.
: Biram: Once someone is trapped inside, it is all but impossible for them to escape without outside help — unless they share the great shaman's ability to perceive that strange color.
: I think I know what you mean.
: I did see a certain color in there...
: Biram: Clearly, you must have this ability... Which leads me to believe that our Iktomisaur Elder can sense this ability in people, and that it appoints a scroll-weaver on this basis.
: Paimon: Another secret power? , you are full of mysteries...
: Paimon: Still, having this ability doesn't change the fact that neither of us know where to start with weaving a scroll.
: Biram: Don't worry about that. The method for weaving this kind of scroll appears to be largely the same as for an ordinary scroll. The main difference is in the dye that gives it its unique color.
: Biram: If my suspicions are correct, this dye is the key to weaving the scroll — and your special ability is the key to obtaining it.
: Biram: The dyeing process is also a little different from the norm, but I don't anticipate any major issues there. As long as you two can source the dye itself, I can assist with the application.
: Paimon: ...Cool, we'll follow your lead!
: Biram: Great. Then please use your abilities to source the necessary ingredients, and in the meantime I will have someone prepare some fabric for test-dyeing.
: Biram: We'll make a few sample pieces to test out my hypothesis, and if that goes well, we can begin the scroll in earnest.
: Biram: If you agree to help, you can expect to be handsomely rewarded once this is all over. So, what are your thoughts?
: I think with the ability to help comes the responsibility to do so.
: Paimon: Agreed! Especially if there's a reward in it! ...What is the reward, by the way? Is it food? Paimon hopes it's food.
: Biram: Given the stakes involved for our tribe, I was thinking a substantial sum of Mora would be appropriate.... Surely that would be preferable to just a free meal?
: Paimon: Mora works too! Anyway, how do we go about finding these ingredients? Or are we supposed to just keep walking around Natlan until we stumble across them...?
: Biram: Thankfully not. I have already identified a location where I suspect they may be found, and I've arranged for someone to guide you there.
: Biram: Your guide is waiting just outside. You can set off at your leisure.
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