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"Umm...life-giving amulet? Just gimme a sec..." Famen flipped through his 'Mad-Scientist's' notes. "Would this be it? Looks like a normal necklace to me."  Famen held the notebook toward "The Illustrator". There was a perfect sketch of the amulet with "Life-giving amulet" written on it and the ingredients needed to make it.

"Hm͡..͢.͠l͠et̸'s ju̷s͠t̴ ̀s҉a͏y̛ I͟ w͟o̵u̸ldn'҉t b̷e͜ ̶a͟ ̡p̕rod̕u͏c̶t́ive ̡mem̛be̶r͢ ̵o҉f ͢yòu͜r͘ s͢ociet͝y."  Vilsig growls, unwrapped his hood.  "A͢n̨d ͞if̨ ̧ỳo̢ú ͞takę ano͝t͘ḩe̢r s̀tep̵ ͟fo͢r͝ward͘...̧ýou͘'r͜e͠ ŖE͜A͞L̸L̕Y not gonn̡a͘ l͠i̸k̕e͘ ̴what hap̶p͡e̸n͞s ̡nex̢t."

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(I can't tell if that strikethrough is part of the effect or you omitting that sentence.)

 

More and more identical villagers came out of the huts, each of them gazing at Vilsig with the same expression, all of them speaking as one. "You... Will... Stay." At that, the closest three villagers charged at Vilsig.

 

The Illustrator rolled his eyes. "Yes, but I didn't ask you, I asked her."

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(Omitting.)

Vilsig smiles grimly, unfolding his knife-limbs.  "We͠ll̡ t̛h̛en. ͞If ́t̡h͢a҉t'̴s҉ the̷ way҉ y͜ou want͝ ţó ͝go ̢a̵bo̸ut ͘t̡his̴,́ i͠t's yo̡ur ̛own͝ faul̡t."

He swiftly dodges the first attacker, slicing across the back of his leg and severing the tendons.  He seems more interested in immobilizing them instead of killing them.

However, instead of making contact with a tendon that wasn't there, the wound seemed to split into some odd grey goop. No normal human gore emerged from the being. It let out a hiss of pain, moving his arms to the damaged location on his leg. At the sight of the damage dealt, more villagers began charging in.

(*ENOUGH WITH THE UNDERTALE REFERENCES ALREADY

*YOU'RE ALL DRIVING ME CRAZY.

*NYEH HEH HEH)

Thomas heard a voice deep within his mind, as he worked on starting the fire.

"Greetings, child of man. I see you are having difficulty igniting a fire...

...

...

May I be of assistance?"

The voice was a deep manly one, with a fatherly tone. The words echoed inside of the young man's mind.

 

Thomas didn't see the harm putting a rock on a bunch of pine needles, besides, it's not like a rock can hold a knife. He struggles to lift the rock, but manages to do so. He then drops the rock onto the pine needles. While doing this, he wondered why this rock was calling him "child of man". He pondered the meaning of this for a small bit.

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Thomas's eyes widened at the sight of the roaring fire. "How...how did you do that?" This couldn't be possible. Rocks don't just make fire. Thomas had two ideas of what could be happening. He quickly scanned the area for volcanoes, only to find nothing. He then came to the conclusion that he became so bored while trying to light the fire that he fell asleep. Yes. This had to be it. He was certain. He just had to do the test. He pinched himself as hard as he could. 

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. . .

He felt pain where he pinched. He wasn't dreaming.

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