As the rest of my companions entertained themselves in the company of Gods, I had work to do. Slipping off into the shadows of the ruined city we had come across, I set about my task. In a city of death, what I was looking for would be relatively easy (theoretically).
Finding myself beside a shade-covered well, I looked down into its depths. There, below, was a hint of what I could command. The shadows of the well’s depths peered back up at me as I glanced down into them.
My rapier’s blade cool against my hand, I drew it across my palm, calling out to the shadows below.
“Blood calls to blood, and I beseech those of my family’s fallen to aid myself, and our family, once again.”
The drops of my blood fell like scarlet rain into the well as I issued my call. I wrapped my scarf around my hand, and called out again, louder.
“Fall, will you answer my call and aid those of your blood once again, and find your murderer?”
I fell to my knees beside the well, waiting for my answer, the scarf clenched tightly in my bloodied fist.