The Hulk and Hollow
Seventh Day of the Fifth Month 293 AC
There are many bargains great and small said to have been made 'in the sight of the gods', some upon hallowed ground, others invoking the wisdom of the divine upon those present, but few can boast to have taken those words quite so much to heart as this: beneath the gazes of two once gods, one impassive gold and the other a playfully curious emerald, you explain your reasoning to Yrten: "You offered me a chance to rile up the Sultan of Brass, and on that you did not lie. Now he is well and truly called to wrath, a storm on the horizon. I am content with weathering it, but there is no reason you should. I have known others in your position before, and while minstrels and poets love to write of their notoriety in this matter or that, few raiders love them for it."
"So you take everything that'll freeze my fingers off?" Yrten smiles, though you imagine the expression is not as self-assured as he would have liked it to be. "Generous of you."
As you explain your proposal it becomes clear even to the raider captain that the half-veiled irony had been misplaced. You have no interest in jewels pried from the walls of the dark seer's study nor wands and petty arcane scrolls. Of trinkets and trophies looted from dead devils you take note only to wonder amused at the point of a false nightmare for a true devil to ride. You do, however, claim the charts of the Sea of Fire and beyond from the now empty navigator's cabin which seems to have belonged to a very forethoughtful harvester devil and, to Siduri's initial disgruntlement, all the Xerfilstyx' more esoteric charts and scrolls.
Gained Charts of the Sea of Fire and beyond
Gained Xerfilstyx' esoteric charts and scrolls
She changes her mind rather swiftly as one of the ragged books, bound in what seems to be layers of flayed skin, leaps from its shelf and tries to rip Waymar's throat out with its fanged edges. The small but heavy boxes of great brass seals seem by far the safer treasure by comparison, not to mention all the devil corpses she can experiment with as much as sell.
"Your entire hold preserves corpses indefinitely?" you ask with perhaps a hint of jealousy over the sheer convenience.
"Mostly," Siduri shrugs, "Occasionally the enchantment will consume a corpse to keep itself going. I've been trying to train it to only eat the least valuable cargo, but it is slow going..."
You briefly consider asking how and why anyone would create such an unruly enchantment, but then decide you are best served not knowing and sparing yourself the headache.
A far more cheerful Yrten, who had just finished ferrying over the most bulky of his spoils, three of the hellfire belchers, offers you a prize crew for the black iron hulk the devil ship had become. He takes the answer that you simply intend to cart the whole thing off with less surprise than he might once have.
Only once the final agreement had been struck and you had even bought the bone and brass crossbows off Yrten does Yss finally speak:
"A good bargain..."
You gain 8 petrified Steel Devils and 1 petrified Xerfilstyx
You gain 2 Hellfire Belchers
You gain 1 Devil Hulk
You gain 25 Hellfire Crossbows
You lose 2500 Gold
"A clever bargain," the feathered serpent corrects, tongue darting out in seeming amusement.
"Thus all shall leave content that they have the better of the deal now and evermore."
Are the words prophecy, or a mere idle comment, you wonder. The young serpent seems much more present of the world and aware of the passage of time than Yss ever was. Though it never took your eyes off you and Yrten as you spoke for long, that did not stop it from darting about the chambers of the hull, peppering your companions with all manner of questions from the profound to the seeming nonsensical.
"Can you put that to use shielding our new allies from prying eyes, Ancient One?" you ask of Yss, motioning to the hollow skin that to a mage's eyes almost seems to pulse with malevolence.
The vessel hisses approvingly, then, almost too swiftly for the eye to follow, it spits an arc of poison upon the mangled flesh and accursed metal. As you and the others watch in horrified fascination the thing lurches in a sickening parody of life and starts to crawl its way out of the belly of the ship, onto the deck, and finally into the burning waves.
"How long will that... live?" Dany asks, unable to hold back a grimace of disgust.
"Until it is slain," Yss replies, obviously paying no mind to his creation now that is has been set on its way.
What do you do next?
[] Try to offer suggestions for Yss' relationship with the scion
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[] Leave the Gods to their business and instead speak to Yrten and Siduri, you have some questions to ask them and doubtless they have many more
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OOC: So there you have Yss crit his 'recovering divinity' roll and created a new type of undead abomination to give credence to the notion that the last fragment of Jazirian perished in agony. The Sultan's agents will be going on wild snake hunts for quite a while.