A Bargain Sealed
22st of July 2006 A.D.
"Mortal man, know that you have walked upon a crumbling path, slow or swift death comes for you and it shall not come gently," the words sound more like a threat than an offer from the lips of the lord of the dead and fear they sow in the wavering gaze of the old man as he recoils fit to melt into the wall at his back. The shadows under those eyes hint at more than fear.
What had they asked of you, what had you done for Cindy's sake?
"I have no quarrel with you Lord of the Grey Land," he sounds to weary. Almost you speak up to try to get him out of it, but before Arawn continues apace.
"You might be of use to me and in so doing turn from your own black fate, take thou my power as your captors had planned, not to gift to the Fallen Sister but to bear for thine own salvation against the coming of onrushing night."
"I... why would you give that to me?" The old man;s voice rises higher and higher with each word, not quite in a panic but near to it.
"The hand of winter is near and I will not be grasped in it. I need time and you swynwyr... you can no longer hide from those who bear the staff of Myrddin's judgement, not as you are. He bears the doom of each of us..." He motions at a startled and from the look of him slightly offended Harry, not that Arawn seems to care. "But you are old enough to know that doom is not death, that is it not oblivion."
Matthews shakes his head mutely, as though his tongue will not obey him.
"Leave him alone we can...' you start, but he just flinches more at the sepulchral echoes of your words.
He's more scared of you than he is about Arawn, you realize with a sinking feeling.
"And what will I be then?" he manages to get out at last.
"More and less than you are, not a man, not wholly your own creature, but still, you will have breath and life, your limbs shall move, your will be done in matters small and great, more ever more than you would be a headless corpse in a shallow grave."
"Wait just a moment here, I'm not going to be cutting anyone's head," Harry cuts in angrily.
"Not all those who perished here did so at Katrina's hand," Gard points out softly. For just an instant her expressions softens into something that might perhaps be pity.
"So mortal what say you, shall we pull each other from the precipice or shall we simply tumble in?"
The old man swallows. "You speak with pride for one who needs the aid of a mortal in your schemes Arawn King."
"What of it? I am no follower of the White Christ to count it sin."
To be honest you are not sure if you should be offended by the implication that there is something wrong with counting pride a sin, or if you should just take it as a statement of fact.
"We will need a sacrifice and there are none left..." It is clear that Matthews is wavering.
"In that I have still a use for she whom I hunted." The death god clenches his left hand and then she slowly turns it to reveal a grey unlight trapped inside. It has the texture of light, but it casts no radiance upon the world.
"Excellent, the plan is coming together after all." The words, or perhaps the fact that it is Usum speaking them echo ominously in the mind.
"Then why not offer your aid in the doing, yours is an understanding that draws back the veil of ages."
Do you offer to help with the transfer of the Mantle?
[] Yes maybe you can make the sleep last less or offer Arawn some means to speak in dreams
[] No, you do not want to mess with this... and from the way Usum's talking about this you suspect success would freak out Harry, more than he already is
OOC: The rolls in this update were terrible for everyone, race to the bottom bad so I struggled to represent them. In the end I went with Arawn defaulting to kingly command and Matthews hesitating a lot. Hope it works.