!!rV8GTu4cyt+ 06/07/11(Tue)15:45 No.15187373|
The elders watch with interest, if not fascination, as the spirits serve the meal. You marshal your thoughts, then begin to speak.
"If we may, once you've had some time to settle in, I'd like to discuss what must weigh the most heavily on your minds: the recent insurgence of a creature of terrible power, a splinter of the being known as the Magus."
Elder Haine nods at this, and Ilstya give a murmur of assent. Mayhew does not make a sound, simply lifting a mouthful of the stew to his mouth, though he watches you with sharp attention.
"It is my understanding that this is a being which has come here before, when my master was the Totemist. According to this Magus, he had made a bargain with it: to provide a single child, born on the mountain's peak, to the Magus at a time in the future. In exchange, the being would leave the village unharmed."
Only Haine seems to show any signs of recognition of this, though the other two keep an entirely neutral countenance.
"It is my impression that Ayren never intended to keep this deal with The Magus." you continue. "There are wards placed around the village, now defunct, which hide our village from its sight."
At this, Mayhew nods. "Oh, we know of these Totems." he says, his voice like gravel. "Not an hour after that spirit had passed our walls, Ayren was bleeding himself dry over their creation. Took Ilysta the better part of a week to get him patched up."
You process this for a moment, then nod. "It seems that upon Ayren's death, many of the Totems went defunct. This allowed to Magus to return to our location, seeking his prize."
At this Elana shifts uncomfortably in her seat. Her eyes are firmly glued to her soup bowl, and she eats in slow, methodical bites. Elder Haine nods, placing his spoon back into his bowl. "Yes, Elana. We could hardly believe it when she was born. At the peak of the mountain, bless her poor mother's spirit. Did this thing give any indication of why he wanted her?"