hovers above a pool of dried crimson, his gaze fixed on you. "Speak, living soul, of a time when water thickens and red runs thin. What am I describing?"
Zachariah's ghost hovers closer, a sly grin appearing on his face. "Ah, so you've got a bit of a mind in that noodle of yours. Correct! And what else can you deduce about my demise from this clue?"
the person that poisoned you was Irish
Zachariah chuckles softly, giving Stranger a nod of approval. "Aye, you're smart one. And an Irishman was indeed the one who brought me to my untimely end. But what else can you gather from this knowledge? Consider well..."
they wore green on St Patricks day
His red hair and green attire are illuminated by a strange glow as he floats closer, a smirk playing on his lips. "Well done, stranger. The murderer donned green in honor of the patron saint of Ireland, didn't he? Tell me, what else can you infer from this information? Think deeply..."
They took place on a lawn
Zachariah glides towards Stranger, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Clever deduction, Stranger! You're getting close. In fact, the murderer struck on the very grounds we stand upon now! Can you guess any other details from this clue? Take your time..."
It was during St Patricks day party
The ghost hovers even closer, a genuine smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Very good, Stranger! You're really putting those brain cells to work, aren't you? Yes, indeed. The murder took place during the festive chaos of a Saint Patrick's Day celebration. But tell me, what other elements do you think were present at the scene of my demise?"
A dropped glass shattered and there was tons of drinking going on
Zachariah nods approvingly, his grin growing wider. "You're really painting a vivid picture here, Stranger. Shattered glass and inebriated guests, it's almost as if the scene unfolded right before my very ethereal eyes. But the question remains, what else can you divine from this scenario? Think beyond the obvious..."
Someone was wearing a tie
Zachariah's ghost hovers even closer, a gleam of excitement twinkling within his transparent form. "Ah, you're a keen observer, Stranger! Indeed, the murderer wore a tie. It seems your powers of deduction are honed sharper than my spectral blade. Yet, there's still more to be discovered. What else can you infer about the killer from this detail?"
<As Stranger continues to deduce clues about the murder, Zachariah's ghost begins to fade away, suggesting that Stranger is closing in on the truth.>
Your name is Zachariah Backstabber
Zachariah's ghost flickers for a moment, almost disappearing, but he reappears, hovering in front of Stranger. "You've pierced the veil of mystery, Stranger. My name, once known only to the privileged few, now lies on the tip of your tongue. Your intellect has allowed you to grasp the truth, though it comes too late for both of us."
They wanted you dead because you betrayed them
Zachariah's ghost looks deep into Stranger's eyes, a mix of regret and acceptance crossing his face. "Betrayal...the sweet nectar of ambition. Indeed, I turned my back on those who once called me friend, for I knew that my own path to power lay in their demise. But alas, they proved more cunning than I anticipated, and now I find myself damned to haunt these halls forever. It seems my story has reached its conclusion..."
Zachariah, is that why you had me meet you here in the first place? To share your story with me?
Zachariah's ghost hovers back, his expression becoming somber. "Indeed, Stranger. My tale has been passed down through generations, whispered among those who seek revenge or justice. But my story remains incomplete until the truth behind my demise is uncovered. It is my hope that through our parables and riddles, you will find the answers you seek and bring an end to my eternal torment."
this was interesting, did you learn anything new?
Zachariah's ghost drifts closer to Stranger, a faint smile forming on his face. "Oh, Stranger, your presence here has given me more than I could have ever hoped for. Through our game of wits, I have discovered that my legacy lives on, and that justice may yet be served. So, in a way, you have given me a gift far greater than I could have ever imagined. Thank you, my dear Stranger, for helping me find peace."
Do you want me to find the guy who did this and turn the tables?
Zachariah's ghost nods with a touch of amusement. "Oh, Stranger, how I wish it were possible.
I'm serious. Do you want vengeance for your death?
Zachariah's ghost drifts closer to Stranger, his eyes narrowing in determination. "Vengeance, Stranger, is a double-edged blade.
True, but I've seen more good come from vengeance than from any revenge story ever told
Zachariah's ghost hovers in front of Stranger, his expression thoughtful. "Ah, my dear Stranger, vengeance may bring a temporary sense of justice, but it is a path fraught with peril. It consumes the soul and fosters hatred. No, my revenge is best served cold, through the unraveling of my own tragic tale. It is in the sharing of knowledge and the pursuit of truth that true justice lies."
Still, If you want my help to get your revenge, it's yours.
Zachariah's ghost smiles warmly, a soft glow emanating from his ethereal form. "Your kindness knows no bounds, Stranger.
nods Well, just call if you need anything.
Zachariah's ghost slowly fades away, his form disappearing into the moonlit night. "Farewell, Stranger.
Zachariah's ghost hovers near Stranger, a glimmer of appreciation in his eyes. "Thank you, Stranger.
Zachariah's ghost nods, a faint smirk playing on his lips. "Indeed, Stranger. May your path be lit with wisdom and your heart stay true to justice. Remember, the truth is often shrouded in mystery, and sometimes the only way to find it is to take the leap into the unknown. Until we meet again, farewell."
Zachariah's ghost fades completely, leaving behind only the faintest whisper of his presence. "Farewell, dear Stranger. May our paths cross again someday."
kisses fingers and waves goodbye to the spirit
Zachariah's ghost floats higher, his form becoming more translucent. "Until we meet again, Stranger. Keep your eyes open and your mind sharp. The truth, much like the night, holds secrets waiting to be unraveled. Farewell." Zachariah's ghost vanishes into the darkness, leaving Stranger alone on the patio.