A Riddle in Three Parts
Tenth Day of Elnu-Hamba (Elnu Descendent), 1349 A. L. (After Landfall)
The sun peeking over the mountains of Korman looks on over a city still shrouded in smoke and in fear. Aina sits stiffly on her throne under echoing halls of stone and the lords and masters of the island had come with offerings of fruit, of salt and gold, a thousand bright shades in a sea of white and gold though it all threaded, the unwilling tribute of lands far off... and yet they stand on unsteady ground. A girl they must see there, sitting not on her father's throne, but upon crossed foreign spears.
Worse still Antonio had heard rumors of looting in the city, supposedly of Akuto warriors taking advantage of the fire and the talk of traitors to break into homes and shops, though no one quite dares bring it up to the lady in question on such scant account. Still, true or not, it would start turning the locals against you even as unseen foes lurk above... and mayhap below. The Thousand Caves, the Jewel of Korman, had been taken that same night with scant fighting, but signs of dark deeds writ into the very stones.
"It's like the servants who where here at the end just vanished, their beds are still here and robes still lie in their alcoves, their sandals still stacked neatly one upon the other, they too are gone just like Obari and I mislike that as I do this whole wretched land!" Ohun rants. "The fire was set to draw us away so they might kill the last of the line of kings! Traitors all of them and not just to the throne, traitors to the gods!"
Unzil Torag son of Darun will have none of it, his men had been among those who had been fighting the blaze, hard and dirty work that none of them had been expecting to be doing here.
More likely they thought they would be setting fires, you think with an edge of bitterness. Already there is talk of leaving the city, of when the tides might carry the fleet to other more profitable shores, with most of Ohun's support for staying coming from Pokun, acting in memory of his dead king and from the lesser captains who had no chance to wet their beaks in the wealth of the island... and now stare at the tribute laid out at Aina's feet like hungry dogs on the haunch of meat. Zaia fears, and you think rightly, that the offer to investigate the city is little more than an excuse on the part of many in the city to find and take the hidden wealth of Noromo
So it is with head bent in thought and mind flying far off that you look over the argument... until Esha speaks: "I fear the Redman may not be as dead most men set to flame, there has been a whisper on the wind since the fire, a gathering and a sowing. Ash does not in the wind vanish and kings old or new do not into empty air pass."
No one notices when you accompany her way from the main chamber, or if they do they pay you little mind. Fulsome had been the praise for helping to save Aina, but by now all the high lords of the Anwa are sure that you have no great store of ambition, nor it must seem to them desire for wealth as you had not joined in the gleamings.
"I don't think Obari has gone anywhere, I think you killed him," Esha says simply. "A life for a life, a king for a king." she pauses and looks at you in askance, but you only wave her on.
"It is hardly the most uncanny thing I heard in these islands..."
"Blood to blood and power to power, thus might death be made into life, thus might defeat be made into victory..." So saying he lays before you what a small rounded piece of white limestone about six inches long and covered in the runes. Much to your surprise you can read them for they are plain Anwari
I unite your limbs, I hold your discharges together, I surround your flesh, I drive away the fluids of your decay, I sweep away your blood, I wipe away your tears, I heal all your limbs, each being united with the other; I surround you with the work of the..."
"It breaks off," you frown, turning the thing around in your hands. "What is it?"
"If I am right it is part of a hand, an effigy, thus with relic and ritual a soul is... restored which was preserved through the long ages. "
"Preserved? How?" you ask.
"As they are in all things of power forged." So saying Esha glances at the gauntlet around your left hand sending a chill down your spine.
"You said they were safe!" It is all that you can do not to rip the thing off your hand as though it were a live snake.
"It is... there is no will, no motive force that would be Unke within, if I am right that burned with the body and now whispers on the wind."
"But..." You recall Unke's words to Antonio, he has said that he took the 'Hollow and the Maggot' to the block. "If Obari was killed in raising Unke from the dead than who did it?"
"If one soul were top fall utterly under the dominion of another and be... transmuted than what should one call it if not killing as to who could have done it there I am less certain... perhaps the dark one we saw fighting alongside Unke in the battle, his magic was
strong. "
At this you nod and think at once to tell Ohun, but Esha lays a hand on your arm. "Do you trust him? Think carefully on that for it may cost you your prize if he thinks that destroying it will make an end to one of the Neverborn's pawns... " She stops for a moment, as though unsure or seeing something in your face that she does not recognize. "If I am right and the other piece was Obari than his sister might also be a potential pawn for the foe. The old man might think that she is better off locked in a safe room than playing at lordship."
"She is not playing at it," you answer instantly. You had heard too many conversations over the past few days to think that this is some kind of game for Aina of Korman.
"She has no spears at her back... she is playing if she knows it or not," Esha shrugs. "Think carefully if you tell Ohun what I have guessed at."
A sigh of frustration passed your lips unbidden. Whether you like it or not she makes a fair point. "What would you have us do then if not tell Ohun and make this known."
"Lay a trap with the gauntlet for a prize," comes the sly answer. "Little time have you spent in meed and merriment since the city fell, though many would welcome your company and none would think it strange if you indulged. To a thief or murderer that might seem the perfect time to strike... and I know a thing or two about laying a trap."
"Where did you find this thing?" you question instead of saying yeah or nay. "Was it of the Anjo-Oru's arts or of the power of the islands?"
"Something that held and carried forth a soul down though the ages." Esha laughs scornfully. "No Neverborn would think to make something so constructive, not on their own."
What do you do?
[] Tell Ohun, this is potentially too important to hide from the leader of the expedition
[] Tell Aina, you do not think she is a girl playing at lordship and as one of the royal line she might know more about the thing Esha had uncovered
[] Lay an ambush with the gantlet as bait as Esha had proposed
OOC: Well this took way too long, but at least it is a decent length and I am happy with how it flows.