Ghouls and Dragons

Thu Sep 19, 2024 9:09 pm

Freya did not immediately answer, instead she considered the question while continuing to pet the aidolon on his scaled head. Her eyes wandered to some of the other spirits that surrounded them, and then her gaze lifted up to the stars high overhead.

"I did not train him." She said with a wry smile, "It is more appropriate to say he teaches me. He is my constant companion, a partner in the truest sense, and while I am still young by the scale of stars he is somewhat ancient."

At this the lizard opened one eye and glared in annoyance at the dragonborn, who simply laughed, "He doesn't like to be reminded of his age."

She picked him up and gently cradled him in one arm, now scratching the scales under his chin until the glaring eye closed once more.

"He knows a lot about cartomancy, but most of what he says comes from other insights. Live as long as he has and you begin to see certain patterns, and it is these patterns he shares when we do our readings together."

Looking up at Masagh Freya asked, "Now you... What are you doing out in this remote area?"

"When the Stars Align"

Mon Nov 04, 2024 11:17 am

Masagh smiled briefly, a tiny thing. He turned his gaze from the small spirit to the vague direction of the nearest village. His expression clouded with doubt and resignation after a moment. The grim looking knight readjusted himself on the ground.

“I suppose I must be on a wild goose chase, really.” He muttered. “Deluding myself into thinking my answers are out here when I could not find them closer to home.” He grimaced. His own self doubt had made his answer cryptic when she had been straightforward with him. He returned his gaze to the woman in blue.

“I’m looking for an enemy of my House.” He said. “I think there may be a traitor amongst my people, and it could cause a lot of harm.” He paused a moment, pushing a rock further towards the fire slowly with his heel. “I’m looking for a group of vampyres. I have reason to believe one of them might be over in that village right now… but in truth my lead is a flimsy one.”

Her gaze seemed to bore into him, bright and alive. She belonged to the dancing lights of the night and he the cold soil below. Masagh shifted. “I suppose you could say I’m out here out of desperation and it would feel just as true.”

The firelight danced across his face, the warmth coming with it. He imagined it was some lesser version of the warmth of the sun, though he would never know for certain. He shifted slightly closer.

“So, these cards.” He said to divert the conversation. Not that he feared this woman was a danger to that cause. He found he didn’t much want to think about his angry mother or vampyres tonight. For a bit longer perhaps he could be what she had named him, just another traveler. He schooled his brooding expression back into whatever passed for amiable in him and turned to her. “Can the making of such things be taught? I have some rudimentary skill with ink and parchment, even with glyphs. But I have never seen such a use as this.” He gestured with one of his worn gloves at the deck.

Around them the flickering spirit lights danced about on their mysterious business.