To Seek the Seekers
Eight of Olweje-hamba (Olweje Descendent), 1349 A. L. (After Landfall)
If there is one thing all your travels have taught you it is that a stranger bearing strange news and ill omen is never welcome and yet a warning you must give. You look to Inge an see the girl confounded, she speaks with the word of a fel power and her she is a child of fishermen, one of the western islands who barely speaks the tongue of the land. Perhaps another priest, perhaps one of this land will guess where this tapestry snared and if not than their calls of shrill alarm will cause less scandal in the old city and rouse men to action more readily.
Thus you are away, leaving in your wake smiling servants and a mystery most dire, out into the crowded streets, among the folk who find the company you keep strange and unchancy, among the hawkers of talismans 'to ward off the evil eye' and those who sell love potions by the cauldron. A bit late for the former and too much of the latter ails House Koire...
"We need to find the hunters," you resolve. "The priests of Ikomi aught to know where they might be found..."
"If anyone does," Neiros finishes grimly. "I have heard of these hunters alongside which you slew a mad mag, but they seem the sort to make themselves lost among the tangled streets as a wolf in the woods and we have but a day to find them."
Inge's blessings, stronger than when last you had visited the temple open the way to the sanctum and the high priest, but he can no more answer the riddle you have found than he could pry the secret of the bones.
"Did you know of the betrothal?" you ask.
"How not, I was invited, but a middling House of little honor and less power was..."
"Not important enough for you to go," Esha finishes. she fidgets to be in the House of Ikomi which sings of dark things to her nature and perhaps it makes her short-tempered. "And so many were asked who were above answering, then no doubt some of far lesser note than House Koire and they thought it great honor so would not question the strangeness of the moment. You were careless and so you opened the way for your own undoing."
"We were not the target of this malice, if malice it be," the priest snaps.
"You think a power strong enough to ensorcerel a whole household will
stop at one household?" she asks, her words more like salt and vinegar than honey.
"We would know where the hunters dwell," you interject ere words can grow anymore bitter. "The Lady Anisi..."
"She is no lady and if you think I can find one hunter from another by name than you do not know them," the priest bristles. "There are some places, most of them in Farshore, where such folk can be found, but 'were who you bring to meet them..." he glances pointedly at Esha.
Once out of the shadows of the temple you look towards the gate and wonder if it would be wise to send some of your companions back to Wayfarer's Respite. Mog certainly perhaps Esha as well.
"There is fel sorcery afoot and I the most skilled in recognizing it," the sorceress counters the the thought. "If Anisi learned to hold her nose than so too shall whoever we meet."
"Hold their nose or try to cut off yours, both seem as likely," Mog giggles darkly. "I have heard of these folk and they do not take well to surprises, especially ones that bring word of peril. They might well think it a trap."
Who do you go looking for hunters with?
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OOC: I just got an email which means some plans shifted around so I will not be online for much of the next two days as I'll be visiting stuff so I got this up since it is probably best to be early with a promise than two days late.
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