Of Craft and Cunning
Tenth Day of Elnu-Hamba (Elnu Descendent), 1349 A. L. (After Landfall)
"Ah... and here I thought I would be tempting you into conjuring dark spirits," Esha's laugh is dark and rich, but with an edge of self-deprecation to it than makes it hard for you to take it amiss.
Still you feel you have to give an account: "Better to face a lesser foe called forth than a greater one tempted to battle with baited hook."
"Worry not, I do not doubt your courage," the sorceress replies with a budding smile smile. "Though I must give fair warning, we have seen much in the way of fear and dread in the company of the Anwa and there is never a warrior more willing to let his axe do the thinking than one in the grip of fear." You can hardly argue with the point, uneasy though it be paint the word with such dark colors. "And so any hint, any trace of dealings with that enemy which bronze cannot lightly cut nor fire burn, with the darkness that steals the souls of 'strong men'... it would be taken ill indeed"
So saying he turns a considering eye on Aina and asks bluntly: "Blood or honey?"
The words must mean something to the princess, she bristles and snaps: "I shall spill no blood for the mouths of the Lost, but only in the Bed of Life and on the Altars of War." An edict of the local faith maybe. Is there even such a thing that spreads across the leagues bounds between the cults of the great gods? you wonder and not for the first time you vow to ask Zaia for more on this and other local lore... in your no doubt plentiful spare time
Alas it appears that Esha is not impressed. "You are about to conjure a Neverborn, you know that yes? Asking you if you ever pricked your finger to feed the house ward is hardly remarkable compared to that?"
"Perhaps for you," comes the stiff reply, though she does not press further.
"What do you need?" you quickly cut in before the air can grow anymore cold in the sunlit garden.
"Nothing that I cannot get on my own, but we would consider who... else might be involved." the princess hesitates. "On the one hand the hand of a priestess of Ikomi would be a comfort in these dealings, but she is young and perhaps ill suited to keep a secret."
Truth be told you too worry about Inge;'s age, though not for any doubts as to her good sense. She has see more than enough horrors for one so young. On the other hand Zaia would likely wish to see this with his own eyes but you are not sure you would rest easy knowing the curious scholar would learn of the binding of daemons. Ah perhaps you do him a disservice to think of him thus... Last but surely not least how many of your men aught you bring? On the one hand the more of them to hand the more spears and swords to guard against misfortune with the binding itself should you draw more than you mean to, but on the other the more you involve the more likely you all are to be noticed and brought before Ohun for an accounting.
Who do you involve in the planed ritual binding?
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OOC: I know this is short, but this comes with a risk on both sides and given that it could have serious consequences I could not justify it not being a player choice.
