The Augur’s Scroll: Remnant III

January 21st, 2008 by Sharkchild

A noble came to me the other day. She was adamant about being released from a turmoil she could not plainly describe. When she arrived, her hair was a mess and her eyes were red and dry; she looked as if she had not slept for days. Before she even explained her situation, she begged me uncontrollably to free her from “the beast of blame.”

I sat her in my study and attempted to decipher just what her problems were, but at first I had less than any luck. My only answers came when I showed her my principality index—a collection of detailed, artistic reproductions of all the spiritual creatures I had encountered.

When the image of the exipham came before her, she slipped abruptly into a violent panic, which I quickly subdued with the use of a relaxant I kept on hand. Once she recovered, she was much more able to communicate with me.

The exipham, first of all, is a being not unlike a pig in characteristic, though it holds many qualities similar to that of a goat. When it appears to someone, it always proposes an agreement or deal. It offers an item of material or societal wealth for something of great intrinsic value. During this bargain, the exipham uses psychological tactics—typically the recollection of a horrible wrongdoing or a great sin—to inhibit the victim from seeing the true value in the item it desires. It then convinces the victim of his or her need of its own item, and carries out the trade.

It was questions about such things that I asked the noble. She was brief in response and even firmer with delivery. As my questions engaged her, she realized I would learn not only how to free her, but how she came to be in bondage in the first place—what the sin was that the exipham utilized.

I ended the session by reprimanding her for any dealings she might have undergone with the exipham and that she must be firm from then on, but I later found out that it was already too late. She had poisoned herself by the afternoon of the next day. Around her neck was a glittering diamond necklace and her baby, which she had only recently had, had been taken in exchange.

To think that such personal evil can devour the sense of reason. I pitied the noble for whatever the exipham preyed upon, but I was content that there was nothing left to be done.


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