Revenant Charface Lesser Yaoguais

Location

Several can be found throughout the Woods of Ember, but to find one that drops a spirit, start at the Height of Ember shrine and follow the steps below.

• When facing the shrine, go left through a large gate at the edge of the courtyard
• Proceed down the slopes into a cave, hugging the right wall
• You’ll find the enemy nearby - it’s in a dark section of the cave next to a large statue head.

Description

The gates of the City of Injustice are guarded by the charfaces. Unlike soul reapers, they wield blades of karmic flames, burning lost souls to ash-hence their perpetually smoked visages.

One day, two charfaces at the gate caught a soul trying to sneak out. As one raised his flaming blade to strike, the desperate soul pleaded, “Spare me, kind sirs. Should I revive, I’ll burn ten houses of paper ingots in your honor.” The other charface restrained his companion and proposed, “Let’s have a wager then. If you win, you go free. But if you lose, blame your own luck.” The soul asked, “What would be the wager?” And he answered: “If half the souls entering the city today wish to return to life like you, you win.” With that, he handed over paper and ink and tasked the soul with recording the names and earthly obsessions of those newly deceased.

As the gate closed for the day, the soul hurried to the charfaces and declared, “I’ve won! I’ve won indeed!” The charfaces presented the list to the Gatemaster, who found that it matched perfectly in both numbers and names and even included details the deceased themselves hadn’t revealed. Satisfied, the Gatemaster held the soul in high regard, generously rewarded him, and said, “I know you seek to leave the city, but the gates are shut for today. Perhaps you should come again tomorrow.”

Months passed with the soul returning daily, and each day a similar bet was made. Over time, the soul ceased longing for a return to life and took up a role as a scribe under the Gatemaster.

Alas, it makes one wonder: should we look ahead and accept whatever future awaits us, or stay committed to steadfast goals? Perhaps there’s no right answer. What matters is the willingness to make your choice.

Poetry

Time gallops like a horse so fair,
Here and there, seeming without care.
Past flows like water in its course,
Dreams buried deep, without remorse.