Set Al-Sayyid
Changeling Fighter/Hexblade
AC: 17 HP: 36/41 (36/43) THP: 0/5
PP: 12 PIv: 13 PIs: 9
Conditions: Mal's Aid, Nome's Hero's Feast (immune to poison/frightened, Wis ST adv). Mad/Frightened/Quirk: Fascinated with binding and power over death.
Concentration:

"Whatever power it offers will come at a cost you don't want to pay..."

Set stares down at the weapon, unable to meet Vargath's gaze. He nods slowly, ostensibly agreeing that the cost is more than Set is willing to pay, but his fingers close tighter around the weapon, gripping it painfully in both hands. Power over death...against a cost that he doesn't want to pay.

Set's frown deepens as he stares through the weapon, thinking back to a time when he wasn't shackled with debt. A time when he wasn't bound. A time when he'd basked in the warmth of his family and the desert sun. He'd had a brother then. Set glances up at the Mighty uncomfortably before looking back down at the weapon. What if he'd been willing to do what was necessary? Would Sirus be alive if Set had been stronger?

Absolutely absurd. He'd never have been strong enough to fight the Shadowkeeper, no matter the circumstances.

But, what if? What if he could have? What would he pay to have Sirus back? In Abydos, soul-binders are akin to monsters. Those who dabble are thought to dance with the devil. Set gives Mido a sideways glance, but quickly returns his gaze to the weapon. What was the point? To ignore power was to give others power over you. The people of Abydos, their people, were learning that now, no doubt.

Set emerges from the depths of his own mind, molding his face into cautious acquiescence. "You're right, of course," Set says carefully, fingers still clutching the weapon tight, "no doubt it's dangerous. We should tread carefully," until I can show you that this power is necessary, Set finishes internally. The corpse at their feet twitches in silent agreement, bound to obey. "No matter the road we take, there is always a price."

The power would cost him, but what was the cost of not using it? Vargath couldn't possibly say. "Do you think they'll be much longer?" Set asks, craning his neck around the tall half-orc and searching the tunnel behind him.