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A mishap on an interdimensional exploratory mission leaves a healer stranded in an unfamiliar land.
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There are many things which the Shapers do not wish the common people to know, and thus many things which the elder healers must keep secret.

The fact their world, the Dominion, is not the only world, is one such thing. The fact that the Shapers possess the means to visit other worlds is, naturally, also secret.

Efol was not an elder, but he was born with a purpose, as most healer children are. That purpose was to be an explorer, to travel to these other worlds, to learn of them, and eventually to be recalled to the Dominion with whatever resources and information he had gathered, and to repeat this process for as long he and his series's function was deemed necessary. Because of this purpose, he was allowed limited knowledge of the means of travel, and of the worlds already explored. Most were barren, empty, lacking in even the most fundamental aspects of familiar reality, accepting of travelers only by the holy writ of the Shapers. Some, however, were merely lifeless, and one other had been found with something at least vaguely approximating life here within the Dominion. Thus, the Shapers found the exploration of other worlds a valuable service.

Most of the Shapers, at least. One, a young one or at least one who chose the appearance of youth, gave him a malevolent smirk just as the lid of the sarcophagus closed. The colorless glow of his recall stone died, then, and he was gone before he could make any word of its failure.

There was always turbulence, after the sarcophagus was sent away, though this time it was much more severe than normal. If Efol had not thought begin self-reinforcement immediately it's likely that the shaking would have concussed him or even rendered him unconscious. Then there was the characteristic shudder, static in his ears and pins-and-needles all along his body as the sarcophagus passed through the destination's worldskin and its ontomediation suite adjusted his existence to the local ontology. It was quiet then, for a long moment, then more turbulence and the sudden return of gravity indicating that the sarcophagus had been captured, and finally the crash of impact with some surface, either solid or fairly viscous fluid. The sarcophagus's earthwill indicates that the outside does not require any meaningful adaptations for him to survive, and in fact seems close to ideal for baseline humans.

Efol experimentally forms the sign of opening on the inside of the sarcophagus's lid, and thankfully it opens. The young Shaper, or whatever sabotaged his return stone, did not leave him permanently sealed nor forced him to exercise discretionary warping to escape.

Gently sliding the lid off, Efol sits up from the sarcophagus's basin and quickly assesses his environment.

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The sarcophagus landed on a low hillside in a forest of gnarled gray trees.  There is little undergrowth in most places, even where the skeletal branches let in plenty of light - just tree roots as knotted and twisting as the branches above, holding fetid pools of strangely oily mud and the occasional visible bone.  Still, despite whatever must have happened here there are signs that life is beginning to return to this place.  Young saplings are sprouting upwards like green beacons, still somewhat twisted but vibrant and alive.  Clumps of healthy grass and smaller plants are beginning to take hold here and there.  Mushrooms are growing from the damp wood of the dead trunks in the low-lying areas where it's wetter.

There are also signs of intelligent life - A few of the dried out husks of trees on the hills are now stumps.  Others have had path-blocking branches cut off with fresh axe marks. 

The place is cursed and crawling with enough resentful energy that even someone without a cultivator's sense for it will feel uneasy, for all that it is so much less awful than it was a few years ago.

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Efol's emotions convulse tumultuously under the tight grip of his self-control. He is relieved to not be trapped. He is viscerally disgusted by the deep, metaphysical sickness of this place. He is overjoyed to have found not only a world, not only a world with life, but a world that seems to have some modicum of civilization, even if the fact that they had not made to receive him in person spoke poorly of either their politeness or competence. None of these emotions cause so much as an errant twitch of a muscle, but a deeper sort of sense could no doubt detect the chaos.

His focus narrows on his mission. The sarcophagus's power has faded almost completely with its opening, its earthwill unspooled from its material anchor and returned to the Shaper which imbued it. With no functioning return stone, his only recourse we be to contact the locals. Resisting the urge to reach out to the struggling plants, to reinforce their life and hasten their recovery and hopefully the healing of this blasted heath, he instead steps from the sarcophagus and walks across the gnarled roots and muddy earth, moving with unnatural grace. Combined with his ashen pale complexion, bleached hair, and sterile white jumpsuit, he might give the impression of a ghost.

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The appearance of an unfamiliar entity within the wards has caught the attention of the locals, even if not quite fast enough to let them greet him as he exited his vessel.  Those who would greet him, that is - nearly all have taken this occasion as reason to hide.

Two figures intercept him from the approximate direction that the markings in the ground showed the fallen trees had been dragged off to.  One is twirling a flute and walking with an outward air of confidence, as if this haunted woods were a fine city street.  He is too thin and quite unhealthy though he seems to be hiding or possibly ignoring that.  More healthy than the one beside him, at least, who is very definitely dead for all that he is walking around. 

"I have to say that is the most interesting way anyone's ever tried getting in here," the one with the flute says cheerfully, giving a bit of a salute with the instrument.  Someone unfamiliar coming in to the Burial Mounds is likely here to fight him, but not guaranteed to be so.  Wei Wuxian isn't going to make the first hostile gesture even with the roiling darkness within him screaming as always to rend and ruin.

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The language interface which the sacrophagus had imbued into him alongside its ontomediation was designed to bridge the gap between the human and the utterly alien, to allow communication with beings that didn't even possess a common mode of physical existence. It felt strange to utilize it here, when what seemed to be at least mostly human persons were speaking with clearly similar physiology. Nonetheless, the actual sounds of the man's speech were completely unintelligible to Efol on their own, clarified only by the interface's translation. "Greetings. I am an explorer and representative of the Shapers of the Founding Stone." He attempts to replicate the salute without a similar instrument, trusting in the interface to convey his peaceful intent. "I cannot truthfully say that I know where 'here' is. Could you inform me?"

The state of these men, especially the moving dead, fascinates Efol deeply, but the mission demands that he acquire this information before he can pursue any merely personal interest.

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"We are in the Yiling Burial Mounds, infamous cursed mountain where none have ever managed to cleanse or escape.  Until relatively recently, that is.  It is now my humble farm.

"This one is Wei Ying, courtesy name Wuxian.  My companion here is Wen Ning, courtesy name Qionglin."  At his name, Wen Ning gives an awkward bow.  "I don't believe I've ever heard of the Shapers of the Founding Stone.  Is it a cultivation sect from outside of China?"  It occurs to him that they might be local after all and Wei Wuxian is yet again going to inadvertently insult someone by not recognizing them, but everything about the stranger screams foreign so he's feeling confident.

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"Thank you for informing me, and for meeting me here on your...farm. I hope my arrival has not caused any great inconvenience."

A cultivation sect. The interface provides a useful framework for understanding the concept, alongside a cluster of related ideas. "It might be more accurate to say that they are a clan rather than a sect. It is correct, though perhaps an understatement, to say that they are from outside of China." A country, itself much larger than the Dominion though much less unified, within a continent, on the surface of a sphere of earth, at the center of a vast sky-realm, at least according to interface's interpretation of the local understanding. "The Shapers are powerful beyond the comprehension of their lessers, and through their power, they have sent me and others of my series across great gulfs of non-existence to arrive in other worlds, in search of kin, in search of knowledge, and in search of the rare treasures which still shine against the backdrop of their grandeur."

His thoughts briefly pass over the non-functional state of his return stone, then to the sarcophagus, then back to the current situation. He's gained enough information from this conversation, and the interface populating his mind with its implications. He allows other directives to take the lead now. "My masters are beyond my reach, for now, but are hopefully aware of my location and the success of my traversal. In the meantime, is there anything that a healer such as myself could do for you, as a show of good faith and to build trust between our peoples?" He looks around at the decrepitude of the land, and then between the two men, one in a state of living death and the other a deathly sort of life.

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The corpse beside Wei Wuxian speaks up.  Though he is physically imposing and moves with unnatural stiff movements compared to the living, Wen Ning's voice is innocent and earnest.  "My sister's a doctor.  She would be interested in getting to talk to another healer.  She says that helping others is more important than borders or loyalties and that cooperation is important, and we are in need of help.  And maybe we can help you too!"

He pauses, hesitant, looking at Wei Wuxian.  "If Wei-gongzi says it's okay?"

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"I suspect Wen Ning is right, though I'm afraid there's nothing we would be able to offer in return beyond our charming company and some undersized radishes."

That thought fills him with a deep sense of exhaustion.  He is half convinced that it would be better if he sent his new visitor to the town, or perhaps to Lotus Pier.  There's no reason to sully an important international meeting by adding a demonic cultivator and a group of escaped prisoners to the mix.  He also knows they aren't in a position to turn down any assistance that comes their way.  That thought also fills him with a deep sense of exhaustion. 

He doesn't let it show.  This is a fascinating situation and Wei Wuxian is going to be excited about it.  'Powerful beyond the comprehension of their lessers,' huh?  Wei Wuxian is going to try to comprehend it anyway!

 

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"I would accept a small debt, if you feel recompense is necessary, but in truth the good will of healing is payment enough. Please, lead the way." And Efol will follow, assuming they begin to move again.

"I suppose another thing I would be happy to receive is some information regarding your condition, if you are willing to share it? I've never seen anything exactly like it."  He gestures to Wen Qionglin.

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Wen Ning waits until Wei Wuxian starts leading them, then hangs back and falls into step with their guest.

"This one is a ferocious corpse.  But one that can think!  Wei-gongzi was the one who found a way to put my soul back after I died."

It doesn't occur to either of them to try explaining ferocious corpses or undead in general. 

"Also, um.  Sorry that I don't know, but what should I call you?"

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Fortunately, the interface provides an outline of the concepts, but only enough to tantalize Efol's curiosity even more. "I don't believe I've ever heard of such a thing." He glances from one to the other before settling on Wei Wuxian. "I don't suppose I could ask you an explanation of the principles behind the phenomenon, and how you used them in the case of Wen Qionglin?"

"Ah, yes. I'm designated Efol, of the Lathern series." (These concepts may not translate very well, as they mostly describe the particular variations which set the Lathern series apart from other series of healers, and the particularities of Efol's creation which in turn set him apart from other Latherns. Essential matters, at the most basic level of the organism, and modifications of life-creating technique, rather than obvious surface level characteristics that might lead to a more conventional nickname.)

A moment later, Efol looks back to Qionglin. "If it would not be a overstepping a boundary, could I examine you more closely?" He raises a hand tenderly in the living dead's direction.

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"The world would probably be safer and sleep more comfortably if no one else ever learned the techniques I developed for controlling resentful energy.  Ha- they have enough of a problem with just me knowing it - best they don't think I'm taking pupils.  And you'd make so many of those hopefuls at the base of the mountain jealous."

Wen Ning isn't sure he's allowed to mind?  Or sure he's allowed to let him?  He stutters out something that isn't quite words and shies away from the attention.

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Efol quickly retracts his hand and bows his head in apology.

Wuxian's words are all valuable information, to speak nothing of the further context the interface provides. "Understandable. I wouldn't want to cause you any trouble."

Efol will likely be quiet for much of the rest of the journey, replying if spoken to but mostly focused on taking in the environment, keeping careful watch for anything interesting they might pass by.

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The landscape gets greener as they continue further towards the center of the Burial Mounds.  The sense of wrongness lessens even if it never fully goes away.  More of the old dead trees have been chopped up, providing plenty of light for a full carpet of ruderal plants which look outright healthy compared to the wasteland that the rest of the Burial Mounds still is. 

Wei Wuxian is very bad at being quiet.  Even if what he says is mostly empty chatter.  "...do you have any idea how long it took me to find a piece suitable to carve a nice flute with?  And I had to do it more than once since the first ones were just practice and I didn't know exactly how to do it.  I learned though!  And now we're building houses!  Houses, Efol-xiong!  Do you know how much wood is in a house?  But it's so nice to have them anyway.  When we got here everyone was sleeping in the cave, and sure there's plenty of room in there but there was no real privacy for anyone.  And there's something to be said for getting to build and decorate completely from scratch.  I wanted to try making one that was a triangle, or maybe a pentagon..."

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Efol nods along politely, but doesn't speak unless Wuxian actually leaves a time for him to reply. Listening is informative, and Wuxian does not seem to need his help to maintain the conversation.

There is a pleasant sort of familiarity to the way Wuxian talks about all these sundry life events. It's not unlike how some of the younger Shapers talk, after they take their first steps out of the central compound and walk among the common people.

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Wei Wuxian is more than capable of filling the silence alone, though is also perceptive and watching carefully for signs that either of his companions have opinions or anything they want to add.  In particular he's paying attention to Efol's reactions. 

Their destination is a ramshackle circle of crude huts surrounded by fields of radishes. Firewood is piled up at the edges, and rows of gray and faded red robes are hanging up to dry.  At the far side is a cliff wall with a wide cavern entrance.  Numerous mismatched tables are arrayed right in front of the cave, enough to seat just shy of fifty people.  Of those, only a few people are actually visible.  An old man is carrying wood for the cooking fire and two more have decided to keep working on one of the roofs, but everyone else is hiding out of sight in the cave.

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Efol is paying attention all along, even if he has to split it between watching his guide and taking in the environment. If Wuxian happens to mention any problems that seem like they'd be solvent to medical powers of healing, that will pique his interest.

As they walk through the fields of radishes, Efol will take a moment to lean down and probe one or two of the radishes with his healer's senses, just for a moment, to get an idea of what these people have been eating, before catching up with Wuxian and Qionglin.

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They are surprisingly normal radishes given the composition of the soil they've been growing in.  Radishes aren't a particularly nutritious food, but there isn't anything about these in particular that would be actively dangerous.

When they get close enough he shouts towards the cave.  "Come on out everyone! No need to waste such a nice day being cooped up inside.  Besides, we have company."

This gets a few people to shuffle their way out.  Most are old.  All are in a similar state to Wei Wuxian.  One younger woman leads the way, eyes alternating between looking at Wen Ning with concern and watching their guest with suspicion.  A small child is clinging to the skirt of one of the oldest women. 

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Efol wants to know just how exactly these radishes are growing as they are here. Latherns are not agriculturists, he doesn't know the details of all the strange breeds and varietals of crops back in the Dominion, so figuring it out would require some time. Maybe he can come back to the radishes later.

"Hello everyone. I am Efol, of the Lathern series. I'm here to make first contact between your people and mine." This is not entirely true, but not entirely false either. Ideally once he'd confirmed there was civilization he would have activated his return stone, then later come back as an attache to the diplomatic envoy, after a more thoroughly equipped survey crew had learned more about the world's form and nature. That naturally wasn't option, and he was the fallback, as best he could tell anyway. Certainly the three principles were in agreement on this. "I am also a healer, and in the interest of showing good will, I would be happy to diagnose and help heal any injuries or illnesses troubling you."

Going from the signs of senescence, it seems like the locals were either plagued by some kind of alien physic that prevented their curing, or their local healers lacked the power or technique to do so. The former would be a frightening, if also somewhat exciting prospect, while the latter would hopefully be a good opportunity to display his value to these people. He might also be able to generate some additional metabolic energy for anyone he healed, it would be within the remit of discretionary warping given their conditions, but given they did have the ability to grow some food, he doesn't think it would be appropriate to warp them in way to permanently lessen their need for food.

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Wen Qing is going to be far more suspicious of their guest than Wei Wuxian.  She bows politely, face neutral. 

"This one is Wen Qing, the local doctor."

She considers the offer.  They don't really have enough room to be prideful about this; for all that she knows she is an excellent doctor there's only so much anyone can do as one person with so many people low on food, old, and lacking supplies.  Never mind the effect that stress has on even non-cultivators.  Wen Qing also knows that they can't just blindly trust any random stranger Wei Wuxian decides to make friends with.  While any respectful doctor uses their abilities only to help, medical cultivation techniques can also be used to terrible ends.

More information is needed.  "How did you decide to arrive in the Yiling Burial Mounds, out of all of China?"

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“It was not a choice I made, though I mean no offense. My masters, the Shapers of the Founding Stone, created the vessel which brought me here and set it on its course. They did not share any particular information regarding my trajectory nor their reasons for choosing it, and it is not my place to ask.”

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Why would his Masters send his vessel into the Burial Mounds, given it's history of being absolutely deadly and also being a high concentration of resentful energy?  Her history with Wen Xu and the rest of Wen Ruohan's sect makes her suspicious of their motivations.  All the more since he sounds unwilling to question them.  Assuming he's telling the truth at all. 

"There are things that local knowledge is unable to fully fix with our resources.  Does your style of medical cultivation perhaps have any solution to arthritis in people without golden cores?  Our methods can treat the pain, but not the limited range of motion."

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It seems the latter theory may be the more accurate one. The context of ‘golden core’ is also a fascinating packet of information, and Efol looks forward to getting the chance scan one.

”Yes, that should be well within my capabilities.”

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The other Wen are near enough that they could hear, and they murmur amongst themselves.  The Dafan Wen have never been a brave people, even from the day their forefathers chose to give up cultivation to try to live in peace away from what the Qishan Wen Sect had been turning into.  The failure of this fleeing attempt decades later had only worsened their timidity.

Still, someone should probably step up.  "If you need a volunteer, I'll do it," says one of the group who makes his way to the front, a shorter man with hair still entirely black but deep lines on his face.  He knows that Wen Qing and Wei Wuxian are too irreplaceably valuable to risk, and that neither of them would be willing to ask others to do anything for them.

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Efol smiles with perhaps the most genuine joy he's expressed in his short time here in this world. "Thank you. I will need touch you to perform my examination and to perform my healing, and during that healing you experience some brief numbness or loss of sensation in the areas I am healing. Is that acceptable?"

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