Of Sword and Wing
13th of March 2007 A.D.
Memories are funny things... you remember Sanya, broad shouldered and quiet, too young for how serious he was, you had thought even younger than him, you remember how shocked you had been to find out that he had once taken a Coin for his own and been taken by it in turn. You believe in salvation, even of those who had never been human, even the Fallen themselves by the word of an angel of the Lord, but standing here in fading sunlight under the open sky with the scent of the ocean almost drowned out by the cloying stench of blood in the company of those who drink it, those who wear it as easily easily as cloth and denim you also must admit it doesn't
really matter. Usum flashes up then down, one smooth motion that reminds one swords had once been instruments of execution, carving though flesh like stone and into bone harder than steel, severing the spine. For a few seconds you just watch as the half-organic slurry melts off unnatural bones now that no will binds it to bestial form.
"Perhaps of use in alchemy," Usum's musing is enough to jar you out of it.
"Now for that Coin..." you say scanning the remains, normally it would make itself known to entice its next bearer, but given the company you wouldn't be surprised if it tries to hide.
Listens to the Wind, now returned to his true... or at the very least his
ordinary, form holds out a deerskin pouch filled with sharp scented herbs over the remains and swings it like a dousing rod until it is above a particular portion of the remains.
"What are they?" Azhi Dahaka asks, tone swinging between awe and resentment, though at what each are you do not know him well enough to say.
"You don't know?" Silver asks surprised. "It sounded like you knew them?"
"I know what they claimed to be," he says defensively. "Don't think they're above lying to serve their cabal."
"Oh they
definitely aren't," you put in diplomatically as you fish out the second Coin, halfway turned towards the train which had slowed to a stop as people father from the point of the attack were already starting to pour out of it.
"Wait, aren't we infected with the whatever that other thing had!" Silver says.
"I'm not," Lydia offers. "I can deal with them while Molly catches you two up to speed." You're thankful that she is as aware of the prickly pride that seems to mark your new acquaintance.
"I was just
fucking tying to get home..." Were your senses less sharp you might have missed that one. Anoter sureptitious look trying to judge his age though all the blood and what you suspect is the polishing of features the Exaltation had gifted to both Deathknights you had met so far you suspect he means home to his parents. There are definitely worse impulses to have when empowered with dread powers of the grave.
While you had been looking at him he had been looking back at the crowd of passangers. "My thanks to you both ladies fair but I can be of no further help here."
You open your mouth to argue that it's he that needs help... and then you see the dragon that is his soul shift though arcane patterns, its wings agitating an unseen wind, a spell as old and terribile as potent as exorcism, to take winged form not as one being but a whole flock of ill omened birds.
What do you do?
[] Allow Azhi Dahaka to leave, can't blame him for needing his space after all this
[] Ask him to stop, what's he planning to do in the middle of nowhere with no essence left but be a target for even more Denarians?
[] Stop him from casting, even if it takes a punch to the nose
[] Write in
OOC: To be clear the spell he is casting is Flight of Separation which costs 4 Essence, since he has an Essence Rating of one that will take him four turns before he can start making the roll to shape-change, though given he is a Daybreak he will probably get the 5 successes in a single round.