Of the Living
8th of Lamashan 4707 A.R. (Absalom Reckoning)
A better reason than you gave the boy credit for, and a better prize than you had any reason to hope for.
Why not try to get something out of a lifetime of poisoned looks?
Reaching out a hand in the burnlander manner, then turning it into as much of a bow as the tangles of this new cloak will allow, the words come smoothly to the tongue. "If you're to be the king than on your head be it, for better or for worse."
"No need to start already," the prince offers a wan smile.
"That's not prophecy, true or false, it is stating the obvious. If you wed the Usena girl and hate her for it, that bitterness will be the seed of your reign."
Cozut's expression darkens, though before he can answer Cob hands him both of the knives you had prepared for wedding gifts. "If things go good you won't marry. If things go bad you'll need knives."
Gained 2,500 Gold -> Now at 3,014 gp 5 sp 21 cp
Best knife exchange you ever made. Now, what kind of curse would be so dreadful as to break off the wedding, but not so dire that it would not come to blood?
A lack of offspring maybe? Or too many of them and too willful that they will rip the two peoples' apart in war? So distracted are you with plots and questions that your hand brushes against the pendant without meaning to. It's like the hall of stone, a thing of the old world.
The Dead... No sooner had the thought crossed your mind that a thousand voices speak as one. They do not whisper, do not rasp, so close they seem that you might be able to reach out tour hand and brush against theirs, a thousand voices more than ten thousand years gone:
Do not stand
By our grave, and weep.
We are not there,
In waters deep
We do not sleep—
In your mind's eye you see men and women with olive-gold skin and dark eyes, like the ones you had glimpsed in the message, but somehow prouder and more sorrowful. Filled at once with bitterness and with resolve as they sing under skies grey as vaults of slate as pyres burn among the crashing sea.
We are a thousand winds that blow
We are the currents swirling low
We are the sunlight on ripened grain,
We are the gentle, autumn rain.
As you awake with morning's hush,
We are the swift, up-flinging rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight,
Beyond dark clouds, transcending night.
They weep and weep until they have tears do more, until dry-eyed they look to the east where the sun is naught but a lightening of the haze over withering lands and yet they live, and yet they sing:
Do not stand by our grave, and cry—
We are not there, we did not die.
Choose One (1) Occult Mystery Revelation which will be linked to the pendant:
[] Automatic Writing (Su): Once per day, you can spend a full hour in uninterrupted meditation. During this period, your hands produce mysterious writing that pertains to the future. At 1st level, the prophetic writing manifests as an
augury spell with 90% effectiveness. At 5th level, the writing takes the form of a
divination spell with 90% effectiveness. At 8th level, the writing manifests as a casting of commune with no material component required.
[] Brain Drain (Su): You can take a
standard action to violently probe the mind of a single intelligent enemy within 100 feet. The target receives a
Will save to negate the effect and immediately knows the source of this harmful mental prying. Those who fail this save are wracked with pain, and take 1d4 points of damage per
oracle level you possess. After successfully attacking with this ability, you can use a
full-round action to sort through the jumble of stolen thoughts and memories and then attempt a single
Knowledge check using the victim's skill bonus. The randomly stolen thoughts remain in your mind for a number of rounds equal to your
Charisma modifier. Treat the knowledge gained as if you had used
detect thoughts. This is a
mind-affecting effect. You can use this ability once per day at 1st level, plus 1 use per day at 5th level, and 1 use for every 5 levels beyond 5th.
[] Ectoplasmic Armor (Su): You can conjure armor made of ectoplasm that grants you a +4
armor bonus to AC. In addition, this armor functions as if it had the
ghost touch special ability. At 7th level and every 4 levels thereafter, the
armor bonus increases by 2. You can use this armor for 1 hour per day per
oracle level. This duration does not need to be consecutive, but it must be spent in 1-hour increments.
[] Phantom Touch (Su): As a
standard action, you can perform a melee
touch attack that causes a living creature to become
shaken. This ability lasts for a number of rounds equal to 1/2 your
oracle level (minimum 1 round). You can use this ability a number of times per day equal to 3 + your
Charisma modifier. At 5th level, the target instead becomes
frightened, and at 7th level, the target becomes
panicked.
[] Spectral Spells (Su): You gain
Ectoplasmic Spell as a bonus feat. In addition, once per day, you can cast a spell with the
Ectoplasmic Spell metamagic feat as a
standard action that does not increase the level of the spell. You can use this ability one additional time per day at 7th level and every 4 levels thereafter.
[] Voice of the Grave (Su): You can use
speak with dead, as the spell, for a number of rounds per day equal to your
oracle level. These rounds do not need to be consecutive. At 5th level and every 5 levels thereafter, the
dead creature takes a cumulative –2 penalty on its
Will save to resist this effect.
OOC: The original Poem which I did my poor best to adapt to the needs of this story is Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep, by Clare Harner.