Ah, now curiosity is the proper reaction. Curiosity is the mother of knowledge, but concern... I've found concern to be too limiting. But that's about enough philosophy.
[He stops, biting his lip. Hesitating a moment, he continues, with a bit of difficulty]
Now Savnok... He's a right depressing soul. [He returns to his usual cadence, losing himself in the vestige's lore] A servant to twin demigods; one would grow to be a just and lawful god, the other an evil tyrant, but in their youth they were comrades. They forged a pact whereby Savnok would steal them some equipment from their mother's armory, in such a way that would be agreeable with the lawful mindset of the first brother. Savnok did so, but the artifacts overcame him, made him drunk with power, and the brothers were forced to kill him. To cover for themselves, they laid all blame and evidence on Savnok, then hid him somewhere no gods would ever find him - and this the Vestige was born.
[He leans over the table, recalling what summoning Savnok means to him, personally. He sighs deeply]
I... That is, Savnok, he has some... additional requirements for his ritual. Something must be stolen, preferably from a parent or authority figure - as per his own tale. Apologies and reparations cannot be made. [He suddenly seems very tired, old even. He lazily flips to the back of his book, and twists open a hidden relief compartment, clawing out a strange looking... holy symbol? He stares at it for a moment with a mixture of terror and sadness, before dropping it hard to the wooden table]
Well... then. [Half-hearedly feigning a smile] Let us proceed, with all conditions met.
[He sets about drawing Savnok's seal, incredibly focused for the next minute as he draws the complex lines and shapes, in just the right positions. He then proceeds, in a deep booming voice]
Rise now, Savnok the Instigator. Felled by the hands of those you served, following orders delivered by the same. Betrayer, and betrayed. Come to me from out of nothing, to do my bidding. I offer you evidence of my trust in you [A look of disgust crosses his face, as he slides the item into the center of the circle] My father's stolen Seropaen Symbol. [GASP!] Come forth!
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[He stops, biting his lip. Hesitating a moment, he continues, with a bit of difficulty]
Now Savnok... He's a right depressing soul. [He returns to his usual cadence, losing himself in the vestige's lore] A servant to twin demigods; one would grow to be a just and lawful god, the other an evil tyrant, but in their youth they were comrades. They forged a pact whereby Savnok would steal them some equipment from their mother's armory, in such a way that would be agreeable with the lawful mindset of the first brother. Savnok did so, but the artifacts overcame him, made him drunk with power, and the brothers were forced to kill him. To cover for themselves, they laid all blame and evidence on Savnok, then hid him somewhere no gods would ever find him - and this the Vestige was born.
[He leans over the table, recalling what summoning Savnok means to him, personally. He sighs deeply]
I... That is, Savnok, he has some... additional requirements for his ritual. Something must be stolen, preferably from a parent or authority figure - as per his own tale. Apologies and reparations cannot be made. [He suddenly seems very tired, old even. He lazily flips to the back of his book, and twists open a hidden relief compartment, clawing out a strange looking... holy symbol? He stares at it for a moment with a mixture of terror and sadness, before dropping it hard to the wooden table]
Well... then. [Half-hearedly feigning a smile] Let us proceed, with all conditions met.
[He sets about drawing Savnok's seal, incredibly focused for the next minute as he draws the complex lines and shapes, in just the right positions. He then proceeds, in a deep booming voice]
Rise now, Savnok the Instigator. Felled by the hands of those you served, following orders delivered by the same. Betrayer, and betrayed. Come to me from out of nothing, to do my bidding. I offer you evidence of my trust in you [A look of disgust crosses his face, as he slides the item into the center of the circle] My father's stolen Seropaen Symbol. [GASP!] Come forth!
[After an unsettling and too-long pause, there is the distinct sound of an arrow striking a metal. Blood gouts from where the arrow is invisibly buried in... something. It runs down what appears to be the shape of a boot, before pooling on the table. Then come dozens more, slowly at first but gaining rate. Before long there stands a monstrously-proportioned humanoid figure, clad in what appears to be full-plate - but the manifestation itself is invisible, it's shape apparent only due to the numerous arrow hafts sticking out, and the outlining rivulets of blood that are running down it's form. Phineas sighs.]
Greetings again, Savnok. I have need of your services, this day.