Spearbone Lesser Yaoguais

Location

One can be found near the Rockrest Flat shrine in the Fright Cliff area. To reach it, follow the steps below.

• When facing the shrine, go right up the nearby stairs and proceed forward.
• Follow the path forward, and you’ll find the enemy in a clearing near some more stairs.

Description

The priests of Windrest were proud warriors. Their shields were emblazoned with the tiger, and they danced with crescent-shaped spears, commanding a presence that frightened off guais. During funerals, they would lead the procession, striking their shields and proclaiming themselves as leading generals.

The priests held a high status in Windrest. Even the minor guais in the mountain would frequently offer them rare delicacies, hoping to ensure their peace and to avoid being banished.

One day, a settler noticed an increase in the mountain’s guai population and sought the advice of the sorcerers. Dismissive, the priests responded, “The guais and us, we inhabit the same mountains; an encounter would be inevitable. Since they present us with tributes, we might as well spare them.”

A few years later, strange winds began to sweep across the valley, stirring up chaos. The guais ran wild, causing trouble frequently. Dressed in their warrior attire, the priests raised their shields and ventured out of the settlement to confront the unruly guais.
However, the guais didn’t fear them. The priests’ spears and shields, which were once their pride, could only repel a few minor ones before they were surrounded. The leader, a red-robed rat, sneered, “We had peace only because of the Bodhisattva meditating up in these mountains. You mortals surely didn’t think you could actually defeat us, did you?”

Seeing the priests unable to repel the guais and instead provoking their anger, the settlers locked the gate of Windiest, demanding that the guais be expelled before they could return.

The priests met their end on the mountains, remaining in their battle stances, serving as ominous omens to those who pass by.

Poetry

In a world where paths are never clear,
Where directions are oft lost in fear.
In the spear-tip a mighty and noble stand,
Behind the shield, a pride so grand.