Of Fate and Fortune
The Twenty Sixth of Elnu-hamba [Elnu Descendent] Year 1348 A. L. (After Landfall)
Tentatively you push your thoughts outward and thus do you reply:
//I am a knight of Normandy,// Your home might be forever sundered from you, kith and kin lost, but you are yet a Norman and a knight with spurs rightly earned. //No spirit I good or ill but living man of lands far off caught as if in a dream//
The lady seems shocked. eyes widening and drawing back, but only for a moment before returning to her interrogation.
//How come thee by the power to reach his place upon the Currents Sublime?//
//No power have I called, nor is this a journey I have asked for, but drawn instead against myself south from the Circle of Stones ten leagues outside of Apuku upon...// You cannot see the harm of honesty and the urgency in her tone moves you, even if she still has not given her name to confirm or deny your suspicion.
//You do not speak as one of the men of the Sunset Islands, your mind sings a song uncommon,// she interjects before you can finish.
//Perhaps it is a sign, perhaps I find myself by fickle chance deceived, but I do not have long to speak, the moon is setting and the current turns, soon you shall be borne south again and I fear that no other news shall I be able to carry to that place until the stars are right again and I do not have the time to wait for the march of seasons. I can but hope it was well meaning spirit that sent you hither...//
So saying she turns from you and from the window and looks into the flames of the brazier behind her, tossing some powder into it she speaks words you cannot here, for you have no ears of flesh in this place. Yet you can see the figure in the flickering flames all too clearly, it is the man you have killed, the sorcerer.
//Seek out this man who is
kunwe of the Oromo, he shall doubtless seek ship from Apuku and rumor and news shall speak of his face and the gold he carries if nothing else. Say to him that you have news of Aphiwe by sight of waning Crescent Stars and that he must be ware of the manner he returns to the City. The Seawatch has been turned in the service of our enemy and is not to be trusted. Tell him to come instead to the Stranger's Harbor in humble guise. I shall set a watch for him there. Say these words to him and you will be rewarded in god this day and the favor and gratitude of House Feku onto the end of your days stranger.//
These words she speaks with hurried breath, in haste that is kin to desperation and for all she seeks to keep it from you. The man you had klled had been meant to be here, returning perhaps to the stones to give his report, yet he is not here and so Aphiwe has been forced to put her trust in a stranger's lust for gold and honors, not knowing that you are the very one who had lain her agent in the far lands of far lands of the Anwa.
You wonder if you aught to tell the truth, if it should do any good to return to the north with curses ringing in your ears, Perhaps she shall put another plan in motion, though you rather fear from her tone that this was her final gambit against the the one the fey had called shadow-binder. And then there is a part of you that wishes to sail south at once and with the tide, some lingering spark of the fire that once burned in the eye of a boy in now lost Normandy when he listened to tales of great knights. There are worse causes to hang your banner upon...
What do you reply?
[] Tell the truth about the fate of the southerners
[] Lie and say you will carry the message
[] Write in
OOC: There is no vote to decide to go south here because that will be one of the directions on the end of arc vote along with two others, this is just the vote for what you reply to Aphiwe before the current carries your soul back north. Not yet edited.