From the Mouths of Fiends
Twenty Fifth Day of the First Month 294 AC
Although you offer no bid for the grimoire, you could not say you keep your peace, not when your gaze shifts constantly from the pillars and the patrolling constructs to your fellow buyers. Would the angel outbid the others again this time. He certainly seems no less interested in the lore of Al'Azir than anything else on offer. Given the state of Nirvana, that is hardly surprising, though still strange to see him match the envoy of Hell's Treasurer offer for offer. This time, however, the watcher does not have the final word. Instead, the crimson-robbed shugenja reaches out with one clawed hand to claim the book in exchange for the equivalent of a hundred and six thousand imperial marks.
You are curious to see what he pays such coin for, intrigued and not a little wary to what use he might put the lore held within. You can think of innocuous uses, of course, but also some far less so. It is a perilous thing to meddle in the powers of the Far Realm, more so perhaps than even the darkest corners of Hell. You shake the thought away.
Mikael Abdul-Hassan is not here to enforce any law or principle, merely a scholar of lore strange and precious, indulging his efforts, hopefully in peace.
That seemed to be the case, at least so far. The constructs continue patrolling, occasionally stopping, as though to listen for something, though you realize watching them that it is no mundane sound they are seeking, but rather vibrations through the stone, such as some of the dwellers of the Deep Earth could muster.
"Impressive," you note to the astronomer, knowing that too much silence would mark you out as much as too many words.
"What?" she asks.
You explain what you had guessed about the golems' senses, something a sorcerer of the Opaline Vault would be more familiar with than most.
"Do you think they have this power beyond the temple or is it bound to the wards of this place somehow?" Kimu is obviously intrigued at the prospect, her interest shifting like quicksilver on glass. "I wonder if he would sell one of them off or if he's too concerned for the advantage it might give thieves
considering."
"Considering?" you prompt, but before she can answer Eschyr is speaking again, presenting his next piece
The tome now twisting in mid air above his still open mouth is large and square, about a foot to the side, and thick enough that its contents would fit a dozen lesser volumes and more. "Ho, ho," he chuckles, managing the sound better than the throat clearing earlier, likely because he had practiced it. "You would not think the humble Cacodaemon would be worth this much writing would you? Then you would be wrong! Nothing else that can trap souls that cheap and easy, eh? Of course not, slippery things, souls. But you can't trust daemons either. They'll bite out their own tongue and choke on it as long as it hurts someone else more. In here are the project notes for how that soul crystallization works inside the daemon. You could use it to craft rituals, you could use it to shape flesh and then here you go, easy soul stones."
"A great many powers have been attempting to replicate that particular ability for ages uncounted," the envoy of Mammon asks archly. "What makes you believe it holds the secret?"
"Well now, as to that you'll have to take a look inside after you buy it, of course," the mimic winks, or at least briefly closes one out of every two eyes.
Fourth Piece on Offer: Tome of Cacodaemon Anatomy with notes on soul crystallization (Opens research paths to bind or crystallize a soul into a material matrix and provides a +5 bonus to all relevant knowledge and spellcraft rolls)
Asking Price: 50,000 IM
Do you bid for it?
[] Yes
-[] How high
[] No, observe the other participants and perhaps the mysterious guest for now
OOC: The devil is being a bit facetious about no one being able to imitate a cacodaemon's soul-bind. All major factions that trade in souls can do it well enough for practical purposes, but none are quite as convenient or cheap. Not yet edited.