Of Priests and Gods
Fifteenth Day of Elnu-Hamba (Elnu Descendent), 1349 A. L. (After Landfall)
You have seen many emotions fly across Esha's face, anxiety, concern, focus and fascination, you have seen her in the midst of battle and you have seen her in the depths of meditation... you have never seen her mouth pop open in shock. The bit of worn wit about the flies comes to mind... and the fact that she still looks beautiful doing it, but you do your best not to think of that. Thankfully her next words do nothing but help:
"Empires would fall over this."
Dead silence falls, so deep that you can hear the blood thudding in your ears.
"Imagine if you will immortal princes whose time upon this earth even the Powers could not lightly cut short, men and women who bestrode the universe and in garb of living silver were like onto gods," she continues. "This is not fantasy, but fact, old memories from a time when the black kin of my father's line were no more than vermin under the boot of the Ile Hkan..." It takes you a moment to realize she had not said Ile Pfan, Priest Kings of which you know had ruled even in Orinilu until a generation past, but
God Kings.
"Well they do not seem to have helped the last would-be immortal," Zaia's dry whit breaks the hieratic mood. He swirls a vial filled with half-congealed tar for emphasis.
"Well he was sacrificing his children wasn't he... that s hardly how you are supposed to use this, if you pay a price than you are still playing by the rules of mortals still trading like for like. The God Kings of old just were as they were, graven images given life and fel purpose."
"So maybe they were a bit like you..." Inge offers hesitantly, not wanting perhaps to give offense.
Far from it Esha laughs: "Hardly, I am just so close to death that Her sight slides off me as one might miss a spider hiding under the threshold. The God Kings of old were very much alive and filled with the passion of it, too filled perhaps, for it is said they sired and birthed many sons and daughters, taking mortal lovers and as the blood grew thin their progeny grew jealous and bitter of them. Thus they were overthrown in the far mist of ages when the world was new and the seas were clear."
"How do you know they weren't killing them as Unke did to his own children?" you cut in. "That seems to me a part of the tale that might have slipped though he cracks."
"No," she shakes her head. "That seems too glib an answer for what I... have been told. You have to understand my father's pride was kin to madness and he saw the children of men even those whos souls were kindled in silver fire as little more than worms wallowing in the dirt, yet he never spoke of the God Kings of old as anything but great and dreadful beings, he used to lie on his back and look at the sky and dream eyes open at what it would be like to drink the life of such a one."
"Where did they come from then?" Zaia asks.
"Ah... as to that you might go into a dozen towns and get two dozen answers, one for every tavern morning and evening," Esha laughs. "To claim they even had a beginning would hearken back to a time so remote that the warp and weft of legend frays to naught. Still there remain in some of the cities of the south and of the east crumbling stones and prized reliquaries, copies of copies of vessels such as that, but I have never seen such a glow with the eyes of the mind... that is no replica and no remains, but a relic all to potent."
"Or a pile of silver we can melt down and spend," Tom says, practical as ever, drawing startled laughter even from Esha herself.
"It should be safe enough to just melt the thing down yes... but if you want to claim it, a bit of paint goes a long way and it would be easy enough to disguise it as some less precious thing as long as we keep it out of Ohun's sight."
Inge shifts uneasily, but she does not speak against the notion.
What do you do with the sarcophagus now that you know more?
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[] Give it over to Aina intact
[] Claim it intact
[] Break it for the silver
-[] And give the pieces to Aina
-[] And claim a portion of it: Write in how much
[] Write in
OOC: I know it's repetitive, but it is the nature of the vote since you guys asked for more information.