Sig Richter - Blackrose’s words stuck with me. The gem I carried was a heavy burden and any other mage might have seized and destroyed it. The act which had created the gem was considered by most to be abhorrently evil, the kind of deed which marked a soul. With the cost being so high, it made me wonder what kind of person would determine it was worth paying. Was the original owner an inherently evil being who shrugged away any consequences or was it someone who was desperate for an item of power and felt that the ends justified the means?
While I had been discussing the gem with Blackrose, Tagearn had inquired upon the nature of the magic itself being evil. Blackrose being the more experienced out of the two of us may have had more experience to draw upon to answer the questions, but I had stepped forward. Knowing that my grandfather’s magic originated from Gevorah, I felt as if I had firsthand knowledge that magic itself is rarely inherently evil, but rather it was the way the magic is used which determines if it was evil or not. Throughout Tagearn’s questions, I kept the haunting thoughts of the origin of my magics to myself but began to wonder if I would be able to justify the cost of creating a philosopher’s stone and trapping a soul within. Regardless, the cost had already been paid by someone else and I felt at ease to continue on the path that had been set.
The fact that the soul contained within was not human both unsettled me and increased my curiosity. Was the giant coerced against its will or was the act a voluntary one? Perhaps the promise of immortality was offered up… a tempting reward that I believe most would entertain. I think I myself would be hard pressed to turn it down, if it was a genuine offer. I wouldn’t be sure that being trapped in a stone and eventually a scrap of iron fulfills the promise of eternal life. Silah’s input and opinion on the subject could be interesting.
The gallows being constructed in Dowry’s Market Square felt like a fitting symbol for the recent reminder of my own mortality. It wasn’t a close brush with death, but it was close enough. The wound was now healed by Danin, but in my mind I could still feel the impact of the wood beam that had been used as arrow. I couldn’t help but think it would have skewered me like a pig if I had been stable on the ground instead of freely floating in the air. As long as Lady Luck continued to smile upon me, I wouldn’t question it though. Possibly, the good Lady’s focus on me is why some poor lass was being fitted for a noose, but perhaps Nida or Pete will know for sure.
