Concordant Research

[*Xndar]

*A figure swathed in heavy concealing robes and a hooded cloak, magically polymorphed underneath to be unremarkable and certainly tail-less, enters the Godsmen archives. She waves her badge at the curious custodians and delves into the dusty tomes deep within the recesses of the library, reviewing those ancient myths and legends that tell of the creation of celestial and fiendish forces, along with any arcane or divine manuals regarding any experimentation done with mixing the bloodlines, or any known examples of such beings*

[*LiquidDreamer]

It takes some time. Much time. During your search you find nothing but old fables and legends that lead to dead ends. However your research does reveal an old tome mentioned in the Hall of Records.. The Primordial Ones

[*Xndar]

*A similarly garbed figure later enters the hall of records, requesting access to the book entitled "The Primordial Ones". Many palms are greased with copious amounts of jink in order to assure her access is both allowed and kept quiet, under disguise though she is.*

[*LiquidDreamer]

The robed figure is shown the location of the mentioned tome. The book is very and weathered and is written in a very odd language. You have not seen this dialect before.

[*Xndar]

*The figure calls her succubus servant, disguised as a small child, to identify the dialect. Should that fail, she copies down a long fragment of the text and inquires with the reference desk of the Hall of Records as to whether or not a dictionary might be found for this dialect to speed along translation*

[*Xndar]

*Some time after her trip to the Outlands, the Mistress of the House of Six Fingers deposits a small bag within her Establishment's vault. A decoy (the original safe on her person) intended to mislead any observers other than those whose attention she is attempting to attract, as they would hardly be fooled by such.

Two options loom before her, each with their own perils. Await the Concordants and risk their displeasure should they not be amenable to her proposal, or approach her Princely Ancestor and risk horrors to give even her jaded and warped mind considerable pause.

In the end she settles on awaiting the Concordants for now...knowing that death would not be such a bad thing in comparison to other risks she might have to run.*