Re: Part 2 - The farmhouse
"Thank you, Aarnr," Eilieen whispers quietly. She stands silent while he makes his 'prayer' for vengeance to...or is it against?...his god. While his words are crude, his purpose is pure, and the priestess can appreciate that. She hopes the family does as well, and that Aarnr's god happens to be listening; frmo the sound of it, the relationship is a stormy one.
"Vengeance we will find," the slim woman sighs, wiping her face. "At the least, one hopes to prevent this happening again."
The conversation calls, and she listens to the thoughts of the others. Eilieen isn't a strategist, nor is she knowledgeable about such things as orcs, but many points here make no sense. "Poison, the children slain by a single wound. Why use poison on children?" she plaintively inquires of the air. "And the coin left behind, the animals ignored, the house untouched." And yet... "Aramil is right. Only brutes would savage the bodies so. Brutes or..."
She paces in a circle, pausing for a weak smile at Fergus. "My thanks, Fergus, for your kind words. And if it is Freya to whom they prayed, then they will be buried. Surely I can find a shovel somewhere in this farm." She will work all night if need be. Splinters, blisters, oh it will ruin her hands, but Eilieen shrugs such concerns away. They are for those who remained in the Temple, not her.
Pausing, she touches Aramil's shoulder. The half-elf fairly vibrates with fury and sick sorrow, and Eilieen wishes she could mend hearts as easily as she mends bodies. "We will come to the bottom of this confusion, my friend," she whispers. "And stop it from happening again..."
Abruptly pieces begin to click into place. She might be wrong, but... "'Happening again'," Eilieen murmurs. "Made to look like brutes, but so much is wrong with that. Might it be that the wounds were caused to hide the truth?" She waves a hand at the poor, silent bodies. "Two children - only the children! - slain by poisoned daggers, then the bodies of all hacked and cut! Why? To hide the poisoned wounds from farmers who would not know what to look for!"
She strides to the pyre that they may not now use and stares down at the dead, her pale face like ivory in the growing darkness. "Why kill two children with poisoned daggers, unless it is NECESSARY that they die by poisoned daggers? Surely children are not so s-strong!" Her voice cracks on the last word, but Eilieen forces herself to continue. "The poison...the poison was a critical part of their deaths!"
"Might it have been a sacrifice?" she whispers. "A ritual? Erista, have you heard aught of such things? Aarnr?" She wracks her own brain, considering the gods of the world. "Hecate asks for sacrifices of blood, but not poison. Grotaag would disdain it as cowardly. Tharizdun? I know nothing of his practices... Set? That would explain the poison. Tsathogga?" She sways. "No. Too...clean. Jubilex? It does not fit the faceless lord." Her lips thin. "Hel. Poisoned knives."
Turning, she faces the others. "Were this a ritual, one to be hidden...Set or Hel, I think. Have any heard aught of plagues in the land?"
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