"The law is ink on paper, Markus, and justice is blind; why else would Verena hide her eyes?" Rikard says softly, and you can hear the anger in his voice, the bitter contempt that lurks behind his placid expression. He knows full well how poorly such an argument would hold up in front of any court you might happen to find. "What matters is how it is enforced, and here you are, an agent of the church and state charged with doing just that. So tell me, brother mine. You've heard my argument, and you know my answer. What is yours?"
Choose One:
[ ] Kill your Brother
Rikard hates you too much to listen to any argument, and will resist any attempt to arrest him with lethal force. You can't let him go, and try though you might, you cannot capture him alive. His death is, at least, kinder than your father's.
[ ] Turn a Blind Eye
Walk away, and hope that your brother is telling the truth. If this ever comes to light your peers may well understand, may even sympathise, but they will not pardon you. You will burn like your father did, for the Templars cannot be seen to be above the laws that they enforce.
"None, Rikard," you respond with quiet determination. "I won't kill you, for you're already a dead man walking." You sink into a long-practiced trance, your eyes open but unfocused.
Rikard's lips turn back in contempt. "You think me daft? Am I about to-" He suddenly pauses and desperately paws for the pistol, leveling it at you. Yet you merely smile grimly in response, your posture remaining still and clearly unready for a fight.
"A simple method for Witch Hunters to spot those with arcane sight," you continue mercilessly, gesturing to the twin-tailed comet adorning your hat. "Merely generate a torrent of emotions within your breast while showing nothing openly, then watch who in the room takes heed of the shifts in magic. Novice Hunters get their jollies using the trick on Journeymen Wizards, but the Magisters of Altdorf are immune to such basic methods." You point at Rikard, your voice gently mocking. "Dear brother, you're no Magister."
Rikard holds the pistol with both hands, his voice cracking with fear and fury. "I am a Count of Reikland! No jumped-up priest or mad sorcerer may accost me on my own grounds! Here, I am
safe!"
Your expression remains steady as you keep your emotions calm, showing no flickers to Rikard's Sight. You'll never convince your brother with appeals to love you've spurned, or to churches and a state which he fears (
perhaps rightfully, a traitorous voice reminds you). You want him to hate, to bluster and fall back on predictable old defenses, for you know how to deal with those.
"Let me tell you a story, dearest brother: a nobleman is found guilty of unlicensed sorcery and burns at the stake. The eldest son leaves, and the new inheritor expels priests and refuses even Morr's acolytes to lay his tormented father's shade to rest. The new scion is pale and rarely leaves his estate, and the peasants gossip fearfully about a shade not laid to rest. Word has already spread, and this story will end in one of three ways." Your voice is soft, but the steel is clear.
You hold up one finger in a mocking salute. "At best, word reaches the Grey Order's information networks first, and a Shadowmancer investigates rumours of vampirism to find an unsanctioned magic-user instead. You're woken one night by a Grey Wizard with an offer in one hand and a blade in the other." Rikard blinks in surprise at your casual mention of the Emperor's magical spies, bane of Imperial nobles. You stare back down the pistol, your eyes unblinking and your stance deliberately relaxed.
You raise a second finger, making a mocking sign of the Comet in the process. "Should the wizards not arrive first, the Order of the Silver Hammer will doubtlessly investigate the barring of priests from the premises. A hostler or similar everyman will arrive among the common staff with a lure; he'll have some enchanted trinket which shines only to those with the Sight. You'll be suspicious, but when you confirm the man himself is no spy, you'll purchase the trinket for a pittance and study it. The hidden watcher, the maid with an ironclad cover and excellent training in lying low, shall watch and pass along word."
"When the Witch Hunter bursts onto the grounds days later, there will be no knock at the gates. He'll carry a writ of execution from the Elector Count, a company of Greatswords at his back, and me in chains behind. Father's pyre will have three more join it." You ignore the shuffling behind the door; you intended that particular barb for Maria, and you're sure it struck true. "And with their reputation imperiled, one doubts the Order will let the estate staff easily off the hook too."
Your brother temporarily regains his composure, thinking he's spotted weakness. "I'll not fall for a ploy that simple,
witch hunter. I've hidden a decade already; no simple trick will snare me that easily."
You step into the verbal riposte. "Just like father, yes. You've amassed quite a collection of trinkets and writings already, I'm sure, with everything acquired covertly. You covered your tracks well against
official scrutiny, I'm sure!" You hold up three fingers, your expression stern. You think back to Bögenhafen, and let the memories of what you saw fill your mind; you're sure Rikard will catch some glimpse. "And now we one to our third ending, the friendly gentleman with a wealth of knowledge. Problems will vanish and your coffers will fill, and in time you'll wonder how you could have done without them - just like every witless fool before you." You nod at a painting of Pietr hanging draped in the corner. "Who shall be the Etelka Herzen that sees you ensnared, little brother?"
You step forward yet again, the pistol's barrel only three paces from your chest. Here, now, is what your Order exists to achieve. Any thug can kill, but recognizing a man's weaknesses and convincing him to see reason, now,
that takes a delicate hand. A pity you're the only one available for this task, as you'll have to rely on spite and fury instead.
"In truth, though, I understand," you whisper. "The wizards who speak at the temple, they describe senses far beyond mortal sight and sensations deeper than bone. You may be a shut-in, Rikard, but you know that other families have had 'accidents' which left their scions wearing a certain magic-dampening brooch. You could have been one of them." You stare into Rikard's maddened eyes, seeing pain warring with fury in them, and speak with genuine empathy and compassion in your voice. "But you, dear brother...the thought of giving up that sight, that power, was just too much to bear, wasn't it?"
*BANG*
You silently offer thanks for your brother's disinterest in all things outdoors; even when even-tempered, he was still a terrible shot. Waiting for the ringing to pass, you stare frostily while Rikard gapes at the smoking pistol. "Hate me much as you want, Rikard, you know that I'm right. If you'll not see your gift dampened or controlled, then the signs will continue to pile up for those who know what to look for, and one day the choice will be made for you."
Your brother blinks, momentarily confused as he scrabbles to regain his senses. "Gift? I'd not expected that from you, Markus."
"Aye," you say wearily, "a painful gift, but a true one all the same. I owe several Wizards my thanks, and one my life to boot. I'm not the child you knew, Rikard, and I speak from experience when I say you cannot hide forever. I can either leave with you, or have the Grey Order see you brought in. You can run, but you'll not outpace horses of shadow."
You spin on your heel and walk away before your brother can mount a response. A single conversation won't overcome a decade's worth of hate and fear, but you've planted seeds of doubt in beliefs he thought inviolate, and now you must give them time to sprout. You studiously ignore the smoking bullet hole to your right and Maria with her ear cupped to the door as you exit, and maintain your facade of calm certainty until you're back in the guest wing.
Peeling off your sweat-stained armour as you approach the bed, you consider the possibility of dying again tonight. After a moment's consideration, you leave your weapons sheathed on the dresser across the room, and lie down with a suppressed gasp of pain. Perhaps your brother will see reason (or Maria will talk some into him), and you two will go hand-in-hand to the Colleges; you snort at the fanciful thought. Perhaps Rikard will be gone by morning and the Shadowmancers will have to track his carriage, or perhaps he'll simply try to kill you again. You've been allowed to earn redemption, however, and if you'd offer such a chance to rakes like Spätin then your own brother deserves the same. You lost Rikard's trust a decade ago, and you'll not earn it anew without making a gesture of your own. You will sleep here, and with luck you'll wake again too.
For once, your sleep is dreamless and untroubled.
[X] Kill Your Brother ('s Delusions)
---[X] More specifically, kill his illusions of safety and remind him that he's a very small minnow in a very big cavern. Imperial 'justice' is still better than a cult suborning him like one nearly did to Pietr.
---[X] Offer Rikard the chance to choose how he arrives at the Colleges with you, and which College he chooses. If he's still here in the morning, reminisce about the Perpetual Apprentices and Journeymen you've seen, and remind Rikard that your father's understanding of the Colleges came from Etelka Herzen, almost certainly a cultist herself. You're not about to condemn your own brother to death by proxy.
---[X] Threaten Rikard with the Grey Order, who might decide that Rikard's gone too far and must be killed. You're the Witch Hunter he knows, rather than the unknown Wizard he fears.
If you live through the night without violence and Rikard either runs or continues to refuse in the morning, you'll travel back to Altdorf and inform the Grey College of your findings. Unlike the Order of the Silver Hammer, who will want everything (and everyone) swept under the rug, the Grey Order will appreciate having a chance to pressure a noble family of high standing, and will likely appreciate a Witch Hunter actively seeking them out to resolve the issue. It's a bit of political horse-trading, and one which will probably hurt our standing in the Silver Hammer a bit, but it keeps to the tenets of the law while offering a better chance of not seeing more of Markus's family killed.