Imp Skull Inspection

[Admire Skulls] //tooltip: Take a moment to appreciate what you've done here.
You wander over to your camp wall in a slightly sentimental mood. You've been in Mareth [if (days < 60) {for only a short time, but you still|a long while now, so you}] want to take a moment to look back on what you've done. Namely, what you've slain.

//1 skull
You [walk] right up to the single imp skull mounted on your wall and stare it in the eyes. Who was this imp? Was it part of the common rabble, or did it have greater ambitions? What fate might it have met had it not run into you? [if (cor < 50) {What misdeeds might it have committed|How much longer would this ugly stain have persisted in the world}]? No matter. It's dead now, nothing more than a solitary reminder of the truths of this place.

//<15
The imp skulls you've mounted on your wall are still somewhat sparse, but you can take a certain amount of satisfaction in them nonetheless. They're a statement, a statement of your commitments. Anyone can see your camp and know the kind of [man] you are, and the kind of [man] you'll continue to be.

//15+ skulls
They dot the tops of your palisades, pale and sun-bleached, silent watchers. At this point, you've collected so many imp skulls that they're actually growing difficult to count, but you take pride in this. Even a certain amount of enjoyment. Grisly it may be, but this wall is a lovingly crafted memento, a reminder of what you've accomplished here.

//100 skulls
A veritable wall of bone surrounds the wooden one. It's frankly unreasonable how many skulls you've put up there, but you feel nothing but pride looking at them. This represents your absolute dedication, your unwavering will. [if (paladin) {You were sent here for a reason, and you have taken your quest seriously|You wonder if anyone else on Mareth has [if (cor < 30) {done as much as you to purge the demon horde|curated such a considerable collection}]}]. You've killed a legion of imps all on your own, and you have no plans to stop anytime soon.

//merge
After a moment, you find a seat and simply take some time to watch [it|them]. It might not be the most pleasant or engaging sight, but you begin to feel strangely at peace with yourself as you relax here. Your mind clears, and you think of nothing as a gentle breeze blows through, lightly rattling a jawbone.

It's some time before you decide to get up, finding your [legs] to be a bit stiff. It's time to get back to your affairs, and perhaps time to collect more.