Chapter 1 - In the Jackal's Shadow
Sayid ignored the comments about children in general, focusing more on wracking his brain for a way to deal with the dire situation. Somewhat distracted by this, he only glanced briefly at Zhira and shrugged in response. "Maybe the other guards would know a bit more about this person, though honestly I doubt this is a detail we should concern ourselves with." He started to massage his temples, eyes closed in consternation while continuing to theorize.
"Based on everything I have heard of this man, he doesn't seem to be anything more than a common drunkard, thief and con man. Of course I could be wrong and Ibhris in truth has been a hidden cultist of the daemons all along, but my gut tells me that reports about his behavior in town would have been somewhat...different if this would have been the case."
Sayid opened his eyes again, winced slightly, then squirmed on his seat in a vain attempt to find a more comfortable position, eventually giving up with an annoyed sigh and regarded Qvan next. "The Ravenous Blade once was a magical weapon of enormous power, blessed with an enchantment of mercy and forgiveness. I do not know what exactly led to this blade having been selected as the chosen item, but maybe it needed to be something quite opposed to what daemons in general are standing for. Each of the four relics-Oblivion Keys as the Sentinels dubbed them-served as a prison and vessel for one of the harbingers, trapping them within. That was their basic function. But, having such a powerful presence bound within, naturally led to the weapon becoming twisted and corrupted over time. The exact nature of this change remains unknown to me, however. I was only the caretaker of the blade, trying to keep it hidden and safe, never even touching it with my own hands throughout the past 20 years."
The bookkeeper grimaced at his next words, maybe because of the exhaustion he was still feeling, or maybe because of where this train of thought led to. "If we expect the worst outcome, and I reckon we should, then Ibhris or my son Dehlvat broke the seals on the blade-either by choice or by accident-and released the Jackal Prince of Famine back into our world! The missing books contain knowledge of how to reinforce and strengthen such seals, but unfortunately also how to weaken and break them..."
At Qvan's last question, Sayid glanced at the entry in the journal and nodded in affirmation. "Indeed I did. After the jackals came and people started to get sick with this curse, I feared that the Prince might have returned, as the circumstances reminded me strongly of the reports from the first time he and his brethren were active. But knowing that the Ravenous Blade was still 'safely' hidden away, I decided that a different reason must be the cause and did not look deeper into it. What a damned fool I have been. Shortsighted idiot!"
Sayid slowly got up from his chair then and made his way down to the basement, grateful for any offered help of support. In his private collection, he groaned at the sight of all the tossed and torn books, but did not let this delay him for more than a couple of seconds. As he searched through the mess, he said, "The harbinger is free, that much is clear to my by now. He will try to gather strength and influence, so we need to stop him as soon as possible. I know that Master Hamid here is a formidable mage, and companions of his must be of equally great skill. Even so, I have my doubts you could prevail against a fiendish demigod in possession of all of his power. I fear the only way to stop the curse of famine is to slay the Jackal Prince again and force him back into the Ravenous Blade or a different suitable vessel. But those rituals have been lost for millennia. The only witnesses to those rituals are—Oh my."
He stopped in his rummaging and stared at the floor, eyes wide with his sudden idea. "It is possible that the other Heralds of Dust, still locked into their Oblivion Keys, would know how to imprison their brother again! This might be our only chance!"