Of Spirits Old and Young
Thirteenth Day of the Twelfth Month 293 AC
In the end the decision is simple, you will do everything you can to prevent the city and the lands it commands from falling into anarchy. First you ensure that no one can easily exit the house by magic then... "Tyene, warn Pol Ning she is being framed and advise her to get to safety..."
Hopefully she takes that advice, you think as your friend murmurs the words of the spell.
The princess had been rather young and bold in no small measure, her magic closest to flame which does not lend itself to choosing flight over fight...
You cut off the thought, that is not your concern for now. The false reflection of your own scrying, the expression on Tyene's face as she grips the stone of far speech, all fade and flow together as you turn your magic inwards and upwards... almost a dream, not-quite-a-gate, a whisper to those who slumber beneath your feet and ride the evening breeze, a rustle in the leaves and the crackle of the campfire. You are no shugenja of this land, sworn to the kami and by them beloved, but you are a dragon and you will be heard: "Guardians of this land take heed, for a great treachery is soon to be enacted against lord and land by the hand of mages under golden banners, by the will of the Dark Queen."
For a moment there is deathly silence within and without, then you hear in your mind a rumble like a storm in the distance, like the rolling thunder of an avalanche:
"By the will of she who birthed you and all your greedy grasping get! We will not be your pawns blood weaver!"
Of all the stupid, pig-headed... Anger is not useful, anger will just confirm their belief. You let it flow through you, over you. You have dealt with worse for less gain. They would, you admit, have some cause to suspect a dragon warning of Tiamat.
"I do not deny the sins of the past, but I had no part of them. I offer warning with no expectation of reward of profit beyond preserving order and law within this city and its people."
"Peace... the peace of a usurper who would tear apart the Golden Empire," the voice rumbles.
"I could ponder why you desire such a thing but I have no patience to pick apart your schemes, Child of Deceit. "
With that there is silence again so absolute that it can only mean the spirit's attention is turned from you.
A spell of the Ninth Circle wasted on the eve of battle, this time it is far harder to swallow your frustration. The light behind your eyelids has changed, you notice, and as you open them you realize why. It seems more than one spirit had heard your call.
At first glance it looks like a phoenix, or at least the outline of one writ in lines of flame it draws from your scrying candle, but this is no elemental you know but a spirit of this world struggling to attain a form that can be seen with the eyes of flesh. The 'body' you see is more likely a spell of evocation than any tangible conjuration. "Don't listen to that old fool, he just likes to brood and sulk since his mountain got ground down by dragons. I'll help..." the words sound eager and rather young. "Should I go to talk to the lady and the not-emperor?"
You have the distinct impression that your friend would not have quite as much an impact as the spirit you had originally conjured, but on the other hand at least he is willing to take advice.
Would it answer questions about itself, you wonder a moment before Lya puts it to the test, by introducing herself and trailing off meaningfully.
"Oh, my apologies," the spirit sounds a little sheepish. "I am Luang, the Flicker of Diligent Flames, I keep the hearth and cook fires of this part of Trader Town."
Hearth fires besides which many a traveler's tale was told no doubt. That you suspect is why he had been curious enough to answer your call.
What do you do?
[] Ask the kami to show itself to Pol Qo
[] Ask the kami to speak to Lady Xue
[] Write in
OOC: Your rolls on finding a kami were pretty bad, but you rolled decently on the temperament of the one you did get.