[X] Ok... That's. Ok, that could work. Need to make sure the exaltation is scrubbed clean, though.
-[X] And I was thinking about approaching Autochton to make those alchemical-like artifact exaltations for our children too. Those should grant life-extension.
"Explain further, dear." You raise a hand, first. "It's just...there's the sheer amount of trouble an Exaltation- much less Chejop Kejak's- would invite for any child. Although..." You rub your temples, leaning back in your chair. "I guess that we'd have to make sure- or the Lyteks would have to make sure it was scrubbed completely clean and if we wanted immortal children maybe we should just ask Autochthon to make an exaltation or artifact for the children..."
Sky nods. He reaches across the coffee table and takes your hand.
"You didn't just suggest this because you want power over the reincarnation of the leader of the Sidereals." You don't ask. You know. Sky would be a great King because he would never seek a throne.
"Leviathan tortured the descendants of the dragonblooded in Luthe because he believed they were the reincarnations of the ones who killed his lover." He bites his lip. "Anyone who holds a grudge against Chejop Kejak would be right in saying this child is Chejop's reincarnation, but it doesn't make revenge against them any more just."
You rub your face. Yes, he has a point. But Mother's here and that's draining. "Okay."
He's right. Whoever the Old Man's successor is going to be is going to have so much baggage. And you liked him. So.
"So, what, would the Lyteks be present when we conceived?"
He shakes his hands. "It wouldn't be ours."
You cock an eyebrow. "Sorry?"
"The Maidens explained it to me. The Old Man was there for five thousand years. There has been a child fated to have his Exaltation somewhere in Creation right now."
You fold your arms. "So, adopt them? Bring their family here- which I will admit is one of the nicer places to live? Which makes sense. Group of Solars watching over the reincarnation of the man who ordered the Usurpation's a powerful message." You take a deep breath, and pinch the bridge of your nose. "What would we owe the Maidens for this?"
Sky shrugs. "I don't know if we'll owe them anything. This is one of their Chosen, and we're protecting them."
You nod. "Okay. Well...let's consider it. Are we even sure that it would work?"
Sky rubs the back of his neck. "Honestly? I don't know. But it's burying the hatchet. We helped Lytek and the Old Man do it, so why not between the Old Man and the Solars?"
You tap your fingers, then finish your tea.
"Okay. Well, speaking of Exalted children, Bright Star said he was bringing Shoat of the Mire with him. We should introduce her to Autochthon."
Sky had to check up on the army, and so you cleaned up, changed, and made your way over to your manse. Your manse was Malfean, so a creature of darkness- like Shoat- would be more comfortable. On the way, you saw the immense magitech lion, and in its shade Homkora and Shell- or at least Shell's avatar- were talking.
"...and then he almost infected the Loom with the sickness," Shell finishes, nursing a bottle of semtex, "Does that sound right?"
Homkora nods, sipping from her flash. You can see whatever green liquid is inside it going through her translucent form. "About right. Given, I don't really remember it, because it was thousands of years ago, but it sounds about right for his behavior."
They both nod to you. Both sit in the shade provided by the Colossus, and gesture towards one of the pillows arranged around the bowl of ice. You sit down, tucking your legs underneath you and pull out a bottle of tea. "So not freaking out because she's Alchemical?"
"I freaked out because he was Autochthon." The glass woman rubs the sides of her mask. "No offense sorcerer, but did you not expect a demon to be terrified of that?"
"I didn't think of it, and I apologize." You are sincere, at least. Best to change the subject. "So, question? Your eyes are artifacts. What do they do?"
You push up your glasses, leaning in. Examine the obsidian orbs as Homkora takes a pull from her flask. Rather than letting you examine them, the demon shrugs and tells you.
"They let me see how things are connected. Relationships, blood, descent, history, ownership. You know, those sorts of things. Like how you two-" She gestures between you and Shell. "Are friends. Or how Shell and the Colossus are the same."
"So things that become Arcane Links."
Homkora nods. "Like what you need Orabillis for, right?"
"Yes. The demon we're trying to find is an undead version of him from Ruvelia's universe, who was basically eaten by the Engine of Extinction."
"There is nothing about that sentence I like." Homkora folds her arms and hums, leaning back and forth. "Although...now that I think about it, I'm thinking there's another way of we can get an arcane link that doesn't involve, say, taking Autochthon into Malfeas."
You nod. "Listening."
"When you mean 'undead', you mean infected by the Voidcancer, yes?"
You nod.
"The Voidcancer can serve as an arcane link."
[ ]Go to the Manse to see Shoat and introduce her to Autochthon.
[ ]Go to Autochthon to make an Arcane Link using the Voidcancer.
[ ]Write in.