6-1: The Wound of Past Sins [For A Better Age]

[magnificentmomo]

Getting settled in the hospitality of the hut, Inguz assumes a crouching position on the floor. Listening intently, he becomes very interested at the mention of the supplication of the dead, rolling forward on his haunches. As he moves he keenly feels the scar tissue on his abdomen pulled taut, less yielding than the flesh around it: He could never escape his days as a Tear Eater,


"The service of the dead can give much, but they always take something in return. What do yours ask of you? Are they the inhabitants of the bone white manor?"

 

[Sherwood]

Asyk


As the others go into the hut, he takes off and heads out towards their camp a short distance, then arcs back to lazily circle the village, trusting in his keen eyes and sharp reflexes to protect him and spot any threat heading towards his circle-mates.

 

[Archivist]

The elder considers Inguz question for a moment before speaking. “They ask for regular worship and sacrifices. To be venerated, monuments and graves built for them, and maintained.†He glances the way of the bone white manor. “The Center is the home of the ghost who commands us and the other undead in the area. The Upkeeper as he is called. He was appointed by one called Thrice-Dread Achiba when he came to dominate this land.â€

 

[Axelgear]

Alfrun


The witch looks a little surprised, but it is not long before a wry smile appears. Achiba is a legend whose tales travel far and wide and finding out how many of them are true would be worth the trip alone, yet alone their actual purpose for being here.


"We'll have to pay him a visit." Alfrun remarks politely, her mind clearly abuzz as her gaze is lost in things beyond the world in front of her. Climbing from her broomstick, the implement for travel unwinds like the roots of a tree drawn back into their trunk, until the staff is back in its usual shape and she plucks it from the air. Walking towards the old man, Alfrun reaches into her belt and draws from it what is a luxury to even the wealthy in any shadowland: A ripe, red apple.


"Tell me more about Thrice-Dead Achbia." She says as she tosses the fruit gently up and down in one hand, "Like, for example, how does he treat his people?" Once she is close, Alfrun leans against the table, ensuring the bribe is safely at eye level and out of the old man's reach. "Don't worry," she adds with a friendly tone, "this will just be between us."

 

[magnificentmomo]

Spoiler

Int+Occult roll to see if I've heard of Achiba.


9d10 → [4,10,8,9,4,10,9,7,2] 8 successes!