Of the Path Ever Winding
The Season of Still Stone
In the end you decide that the gem makes for the most useful recompense from the trio of merchants. A treasure little used and hard to sell for not many in the tunnels of Nar Voth have the courage to show themselves bearing the broken treasures of the children of Droskar, but one that will serve the four of you will if you are to keep your hand on the black steel ring.
Or rather
hands.
Given what you had learned of the thing's nature and the foes it draw to you it is henceforth passed from hand to hand. One almost smiles to imagine the tendrils of Zura's power reaching through dreams and into the minds of folk near and far, of every kinship here, only to break after a day's travel.
Alas that Mina is less amused. If anything, the revelation of the beast snapping at your heels has set her doubting past choices and future plans alike, but most of all she doubts herself. "What am I even doing here? I'm not a hero out of some Mugget-novel fresh out of the peddler's sack, fighting vampires with a prayer on my lips and a heart pure as driven snow! The only reason I'm even still alive is you and Gorok and even Cob... Sorry Cob, I shouldn't have..."
"What's snow?" you ask, thinking to break her out of her foul mood.
The explanation sounds like nonsense, powdery ice that falls from the sky, but at least explaining the thing has the virtue of distracting her. You might not be much of a talker when you're not lying, cheating, or scheming, but you are at least good at listening, and what you hear is at least as familiar as it is strange.
"I don't know what's going to show up if I hang onto it, I don't know where I come from, why I look like..." she waves her hand palm out in front her her face. "
This."
"I'm guessing it's the eyes," you say after a moment, looking her up and down critically. "It is just a guess because all the Burnlanders I've seen are long dead. Could be the pallor, the height maybe, you look a little short. In Nar Voth you are just another stranger from above, if one who can see in tunnels without alerting every reaver and beast down the lenght of it. As for what you might draw, not serpent-kin, no snakes, you are too alive to draw ghouls from their necropolises, too sane to draw a derro..."
"Stop, stop I get the point," she shakes her head, face hidden beneath her hair, though not before you spy the hint of a smile. "Truth be told, I'm homesick. Maybe not for by cell in the temple, but for the sky and the fields, for seeing something green that doesn't glow..."
"Cell? You were a prisoner at the temple?" Briefly you imagine Mina as some sort of sacrifice raised for the knife as you had heard in lurid tales of the drow.
"Novices don't have a lot of room to themselves so cell is more fitting. It's supposed to discourage attachment to worldly things," she answers, shifting her pack, containing among other things a fourth of all your common coin should you become lost from one another.
"Did it work?" you prompt, bemused. What was even the point of denying yourself material rewards when one was a material being? Surely one could look to the spirit alone for answers when one is dead.
"Not really. I'd like to learn more, magic and other things... it's expensive." Her tone is almost defiant, as though you were meant to argue with her, but when it becomes clear you have no interest in doing so she is silent a long while.
Gained 450 (Spider Encounter) + 600 (Dealing with the Temple Complex) + 566 (Dark Folk Encounter) = 1,616 XP
It's Pepper who breaks the silence, meowing resentfully at an arc-worm that brings from under his nose with such force that it knocks his head back. Turning heel with regal disdain the cat looks up at Mina thoughtfully.
"Ah..." Mina visibly hesitates. "Pepper wants to know what you think about gods? He's been jumpy ever since that place, the tomb. If you don't want to answer you don't have to. You know how cats are with their curiosity."
As a matter of fact you do not know cats, but something tells you Pepper's mistress also wonders about the state of your soul after you took up the gifts you did from the hand of the unliving.
What does Kori think of Gods?
[] He doesn't, the gods are distant things who have done him neither ill or good until recently
[] He would like to find a god he can follow
[] He would bargain with them if they are so minded, but not give up all of himself
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OOC: Next up Cauldron and then the vote on the next adventure.