Contracts

Contracts are magical pacts between humans and gods. A contract grants a supernatural ability

Contracts have a price. That price can be paid every time a contract is used, such as Tristan's, or with a single great oathsworn act such as Angharad's.

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## Contracts

**Tristan Abrascal / Fortuna**

Tristan's contract lets him borrow luck. When he uses the contact a ticking sound is heard until he stops using it. The ticking quickens in response if the contract is used too much.

**Price:** Misfortune upon ceasing to use the contract.

**Angharad Tredegar / The Fisher**

Angharad can glimpse a few moments into the future in the form of a vision. The Fisher can draw on her contract for her.

**Price:** Angharad made a single oath with the Fisher and use of her contract has no price. Despite this, using her pact is still tiring to use.

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**Remund Cerdan / The Tiller-of-Rectitude**

Remund can create a trail of light from his finger. He only ever creates circles with the light. This light is solid to the touch, and burns skin.
**Price:** Using his contract turns his body into an ivory like substance.

**Isabel Ruesta /**

Isabel's contract charms people who are attracted to her.
**Price:**

**Marzela /**

Her contract likely involves sensing. Overusing her contract made her into a Saint.

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## References

1. ↑ Book 1 - Chapter 1
2. ↑ Book 1 - Chapter 9
Angharad studied him carefully, looking for a price but finding none visible. Was his pact like hers then, bound to a single great oathsworn act? She had not studied the lore of spirits in depth as a girl, but she remembered only old and powerful ones were capable of such things. The Fisher was one such, ancient as stony shores of Peredur and powerful enough a spirit to have formed a body, but that was not so rare a thing.
3. ↑ Book 1 - Chapter 4
The Fisher was not as some other spirits, whose prices were constant: she had sworn a single oath in return for his gift.
4. ↑ Book 1 - Chapter 1
“Careful now,” the man said, tone cold. “Know when you’re beaten, boy.”
Tristan Abrascal smiled. Fortuna smiled back, a goddess adorned in gold and blood, her teeth pale as ivory and sharp as knives.
“I do,” he replied, and borrowed luck.

The ticking in the back of his head began, like the moving gears of a clock, but the noise was drowned out by that of a trigger being pulled. The flint came down, but instead of striking the pan and igniting the powder it snapped clean off. Tristan’s luck had been the very finest, for the flintlock to misfire so catastrophically. He’d have to pay for it later.
5. ↑ Book 1 - Chapter 1
Tristan suddenly winced: the ticking in the back of his mind that had never ceased suddenly quickened. Shit, he’d dallied for too long.
6. ↑ Book 1 - Chapter 1
Fingers clenched, Tristan warily released the luck he had borrowed. Like bowstring, the power of his pact with Fortuna snapped the opposite way it had been dragged. He had gained luck, and so now he must suffer misfortune.
7. ↑ Book 1 - Chapter 1
Her breathing calmed, her hand steady around the grip of her saber, Angharad popped her head out to look and-

(The musket ball went through her skull.)

-and she kept rolling, a shot whizzing above her as a lightning-quick bite of pain tore at her shoulder through the dyed cloth of her jacket. She was bleeding, but she rolled all the way behind another stall even as she heard a man curse in Antigua. Angharad’s lips tightened as she felt disapproval waft out of that deep place within her. The Fisher had drawn on their pact when she had failed to, granting her that glimpse of what lay ahead, but the old spirit approved of neither fear nor recklessness. He would not twice extend his hand this way.
8. ↑ Book 1 - Chapter 4
The Fisher was not as some other spirits, whose prices were constant: she had sworn a single oath in return for his gift. Yet that did not mean taking glimpses was not tiring, slowly turning her thoughts feverous. It felt as if her brain was swimming in warm water, pressure slowly building behind her eyes.
9. ↑ Book 1 - Chapter 9
Satisfied he had everyone’s attention, Remund Cerdan breathed out and began tracing thin air with his finger. For a startled moment Angharad thought he might be using a Sign, but the infanzon instead left a trail of thick light.
Contract, she thought. The youngest Cerdan finished with a flourish of the wrist, having traced a small circle of light whose hole faced the sky. Before anyone could think to ask as to the usefulness of such a thing, Remund dramatically took off his hat and hung it on the light as if it were a hook. Both hat and light remaining hanging in midair, to the amazement of several gathered around.
10. ↑ Book 1 - Chapter 9
Remund’s skin was pale as milk, and for a disgusted heartbeat she thought the man had hollowed, turned into a darkling, but it was not so. His movements were oddly stiff and she realized that his skin was no longer skin at all: it was as if it’d turned into ivory. Even his eyes had gone pale. The noblewoman shivered in discomfort at the sight.