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As she finished scarfing down her first loaf of bread, Seretha raised a hand to her necklace, squeezing one of the bone talons between two fingers. An experienced mage like Vaezhasar Drakspae could likely have seen the magic energy flow from her core up through her arm and into the talon, which to a sensitive eye pulsated with a light blue aura until she pulled her hand away.
She took the second loaf and after a slow, practiced breath tore off a piece of that as well to continue eating.
This is going so much more smoothly than I thought it would.
"So, scattered throughout the world are many artifacts. Most of these scholars know a lot about already. I, however, have found information on a collection of implements which appear to affect others through interactions with other planes of existence. I found such a piece already in a vault in Annuakat about a decade ago when...." She paused and looked at Vaezhasar. "Well, you know. I'm not normally the type to loot and pillage but it was certainly the spirit of the time and frankly I doubted that Gerra would actually follow through on paying us. He wanted zealots, not soldiers in his employ."
She conjured a minor illusion with her meager talent in that particular school of magic. It was of a knife with an unconventional profile: a slightly s-curved cutting edge with a hook on the back, more like a tool than a weapon. Its handle was off-white bone with only the barest hint of flaring to stop the hand from sliding up onto the blade.
"This is, my research so far has indicated, called a soulrazor, and that's a very good name for what it does. It severs the bonds of a soul to its vessels and anchors in this world by quite literally cutting the tethers in the spirit realm. While I've never developed the ability to see and speak with souls there, I can see the tethers, and I have witnessed this separation with my own eyes."
The illusion altered as she directed it with her finger, a brilliant blue fire stretching out in a line, streaming from a fuzzy silhouette of a person barely more than a shadow puppet, and slowly vanishing out of view. A smaller version of the knife moved through the fire, separating it in two. The puppet collapsed into a dark pool and the fire withdrew from the image.
"There is much more to this set, but this piece alone raises so many questions which I would like answered. The first stop to doing that is, I believe, the Bayou, based on a great many rumors and legends I've compiled."
Argós
She took the second loaf and after a slow, practiced breath tore off a piece of that as well to continue eating.
This is going so much more smoothly than I thought it would.
"So, scattered throughout the world are many artifacts. Most of these scholars know a lot about already. I, however, have found information on a collection of implements which appear to affect others through interactions with other planes of existence. I found such a piece already in a vault in Annuakat about a decade ago when...." She paused and looked at Vaezhasar. "Well, you know. I'm not normally the type to loot and pillage but it was certainly the spirit of the time and frankly I doubted that Gerra would actually follow through on paying us. He wanted zealots, not soldiers in his employ."
She conjured a minor illusion with her meager talent in that particular school of magic. It was of a knife with an unconventional profile: a slightly s-curved cutting edge with a hook on the back, more like a tool than a weapon. Its handle was off-white bone with only the barest hint of flaring to stop the hand from sliding up onto the blade.
"This is, my research so far has indicated, called a soulrazor, and that's a very good name for what it does. It severs the bonds of a soul to its vessels and anchors in this world by quite literally cutting the tethers in the spirit realm. While I've never developed the ability to see and speak with souls there, I can see the tethers, and I have witnessed this separation with my own eyes."
The illusion altered as she directed it with her finger, a brilliant blue fire stretching out in a line, streaming from a fuzzy silhouette of a person barely more than a shadow puppet, and slowly vanishing out of view. A smaller version of the knife moved through the fire, separating it in two. The puppet collapsed into a dark pool and the fire withdrew from the image.
"There is much more to this set, but this piece alone raises so many questions which I would like answered. The first stop to doing that is, I believe, the Bayou, based on a great many rumors and legends I've compiled."
Argós
