Previously, previously spoke to the grand archmage of the Circle of Magi in order to learn more about the possibility of trapping Epidemius on the Book of Woe. They visited the College of Bards to talk to Le Pappilon, the legendary bard and headmaster of the college, to continue their search for myths and legends which might lead them to a plan to realise their plan.
Seventh Day, Second Ride, Autumn Twilight, 1262
(Silvermoon is waning, Bloodmoon is in low sanction, Darkmoon is waxing)It was around 10th bell and well past curfew when the heroes found themselves still at the College of Bards. The ballroom was still filled with students and staff, all mingling, talking, debating, composing, performing, singing, dancing, and juggling.
The conversation with Le Papillon continued about the possibility of transferring a soul into an object.
Previously, Arkenward had explained to Quentin that all magical power, infernal, celestial, or demonic, was fuelled by souls; either your own, or that of others. He also warned Quentin that any ritual like the one used to create the Arms of the Senhadrim would require tremendous sacrifice. Quentin had refused to use innocent souls, and Dr. Arkenward had agreed that binding Epidemius to the mortal plane would make him killable, and that it might be their best chance, but that it would not leave the fiend powerless.
Chakuq was interested to hear from Andrew if he had gleaned any information about the horse hide book, and when he would start his research. He found Andrew among the people and stopped his revelry. Andrew asked Chakuq what he was hoping to find in the book, and he answered hat he was hoping to identify and trace any connections between what was written in the book and the songs of his people. Chakuq had seen some patterns and figures in the book that he recognised in some of the patterns woven into the clothing of the Tapika Runakuna. Andrew, in turn, said that he hoped that the book would teach a person on how to influence others through spoken word, though he did not provide any reason or evidence for saying so before he rejoined Emrys in song.
Quentin went to mingle and with the Beauclair troubadours in attendance to see if he could pick up some news and rumours. A young trobairitz named Aubrey, with brown hair, hazel eyes and a thin scar running the length of her jaw, came to Quentin ask him for some information on his adventures that she could use in a song she was composing. She was a Novice of Echoes, a first year’s student at the College of Bards, without a chosen path yet, and she wanted to perform the song at the feast planned at the Black Alder Farm in the honour of Lord Quentin and Lady Gwenaëlle. Quentin turned the tides on her and said that improvisation was the mark of genius, and she meekly admitted not to be a genius, just a hard worker. This convinced Quentin to allow her one question, which she went away to think about.
Luca and Chakuq felt no further need to stay at the soiree and convinced Neamhan to head back to the Careless Wanderer with them. Neamhan had lost track of Wynn and went to inform Emrys, who she felt was co-responsible for the decision to take the quickling along, and was surprised that Emrys was not at all concerned for Wynn’s safety.
On her way out, Neamhan felt an eerie unease coming from a woman standing near the exit. The woman had long, dark hair, big eyes, and a small mouth with stained lips. She was wearing a black corset over a white blouse, a short black, velvet jacket with poofy shoulders and silver stitching, and black knickerbockers with white stockings over black, lacquered shoes. She carried a lyre and a cup of wine and pretended not to notice Neamhan looking at her. Neamhan felt as if the woman was radiating a magic that was the antithesis of her own; not one of connection, but one of disconnection.
Chakuq had already left, but Luca was close by and Neamhan asked for some assistance as she went to confront the woman. With her usual abruptness she asked the woman “What are you?” She responded coyly and evasively, and betrayed a thick eastern accent; maybe Silesian, or Mazurian. She introduced herself as Rigoletta, and when Neamhan asked her what kind of magic she wielded, she said that she only used stories and song.
Neamhan tried to warn Quentin of the danger she saw in Rigoletta. She tried to do it surreptitiously by turning into a raven, but Quentin was distracted by the bards that had surrounded him and it took Neamhan a while before she finally got him to pay attention to Rigoletta.
Quentin was unwilling to engage Neamhan, and eventually Neamhan decided to leave it. Luca made his way back to the Careless Wanderer and realised that Rigoletta was likely one of the szygani. Neamhan also had a revelation; the eerie feeling she had felt with Rigoletta was the same feeling as when she had connected to the lands of Kingsport and felt the presence of death emanating from the palace.
Eighth Day, Second Ride, Autumn Twilight, 1262
(Silvermoon is waning, Bloodmoon is waxing, Darkmoon is in high sanction)Just after twelfth bell, Aubrey returned to Quentin with her question; she asked what he could tell her about the Blood of Alban. Initially, Quentin gave her a short, somewhat dismissive, generic answer, but moved her away from the crowd to berate her for committing political suicide by seemingly choosing House Morvrayne over the much more powerful House Lys. Aubrey was too young and naïve to understand the mistake she had made, and broke down when Quentin urged her to leave the city before she found a Lys knife in her back. She had no coin, and was in no state to leave the city. She had spent all her coin on tuition and lodging and was leaving from meal to meal.
Emrys, eagle-eyed, noticed the conversation that Quentin and Aubrey were having and decided to create a distraction by duelling his lute against Lord Andrew’s. It worked, and it drew the attention of those remaining in the ballroom. This gave Quentin the opportunity to calm Aubrey down and tell her it would be okay. By way of Emrys, Quentin asked Lord Andrew to care for Aubrey and make sure she survived the night, which he did gracefully by leading her to his chambers and providing her a room and bed.
With Emrys and Lord Andrew no longer holding the spotlight, Rigoletta began to play her Lyre and sing a haunting song in archaic Lyrian, about a scarlet rain that was falling in the east which would soon bring back their ancestors. Hearing the song, Quentin realised that the talisman of raven feathers he had hidden under his shirt was humming discordantly.





