Itinerant: A Pilgrim Quest

Oh for fucks sake you utter bastard.

/with love

E: ...so we lost the cloak, but do we still have the fistula fibula? /askingrealquestions
E2: wait, I'm blind. Yes we do still have it. How nice of Cu to leave it to us and not confiscate it along with the cloak.
E3: ahahaha.

Say, how much longer till we arrive?
 
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[X] Take your seat by the fire.

Well, I was a bit sceptical of taking the javelin, but at this point the Pilgrim is committed. It'd be more shameful to back down after a single beating.
 
[X] Sleep in the dark.

A fool is somebody who tries the same thing over and over and expects a different result...
 
[x] Take your seat by the fire.
I like cats more than dogs, and lynxes more than wolves. I wanna see how this plays out. Stay the course.
 
[x] Take your seat by the fire.

I like wolves more myself but I can appreciate what Cu's trying to say.
 
So we're not a hind, but are we a lynx or a wolf?

I don't like folding after first real obstacle, but I also recognize we didn't turn into a CQC expert overnight.
But I also don't like walking the middle road.
Argh.
Tentatively going with "take your seat" bc I'm pretty sure another loss won't kill us, and everything else we can endure. Maybe pray while we're at it?

Honestly all I can think of right now is how I'm glad I'm not an unmarried young woman on a pilgrimage across the land in middle age, early or otherwise.

It's a sad thought, but as far as hostile encounters go, this is probably as 'easy mode' as it gets, what with practically guaranteed survival.

So where's the line between defiance and stupidity? One way to find out. Oh boy.

Here's hoping what doesn't kill us makes us stronger, and not cripples us for life. Yay.

E: I kind of want to stash that knife somewhere on our body, but I'm also not keen on escalating the conflict. / so decisive
 
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In fairy tale terms the third time's the charm. We tried keeping our peace, we tried playing by their rules, we should play by our rules, our strengths. The way I see it is that we need to change Chu's "fun" into a conflict of the impulses of the men and Noktar's violent need to be in control and bare respect for propriety. That may be a lost cause with last night's performance but if there's anything that would get through to him it would be the obligations on his person wrapped around religion. I think we should take the opportunity to start preachify-ing to them (warning- side effects may include turning into a pious fool who jumped into the Charm :V)
 
I expect to lose something else. Last time it was the cloak and fibula, we gave away the sheath, next it would be the signature the bishop gave us, and after that, if the Pilgrim takes up the lance a third time, it'll be the book.
 
I expect to lose something else. Last time it was the cloak and fibula, we gave away the sheath, next it would be the signature the bishop gave us, and after that, if the Pilgrim takes up the lance a third time, it'll be the book.
Possibly. And yet we need to keep going.

He is talking about it, the ferocity, the fighting spirit. He has something in mind for us, and although his methods are cruel, the end result might not be. He expects us to fight him again. And lose to him again. And stand up and continue anyway.

We have not lost until we are utterly crushed and cease struggling... and considering what we have been through before the piligrimage, it will be hard to break us. If we are to make it to the city of Step through some miracle, we can't afford to falter.

[X] Take your seat by the fire.
 
3.4 Weight of Promises
Almost unanimously, you took your seat by the fire. Seeing that even battered and blooded, the pilgrim still stands fill me with DETERMINATION. PSA: There may be another update this evening.


3.4 Weight of Promises

The thought appeared in your mind to crawl into the night, to the place that was given to you, and avoid pain and shame both; but then you remembered the words of the pious Desiderius of how Liefs were recognized for their ferocity, and so you sat by the fire. All laughed at that, and soon enough, you saw the javelin be put in the ground before you, and reached for it again. And although you detested that, you quivered and you quaked as you stood with it in hand, once more goaded by Cu to lunge at him.

What followed did not hurt any less than on the day before, and the men found a new way for Cu to punish you for their amusement, and their ideas brought great amusement to them, and great shame upon you. And they said that it was a good thing that they took such an useless thing as you on the way, and that they would loathe when the time came for you to be parted from them, and at that, they roared in laughter again, and one of them – whose name was Dagobert – dragged you away from the fire, and threw you into mud.

Then, on the next day, you watched the river flow, grey waters under grey sky, and come night, you sat by the fire and grasped at the javelin, and afterwards prayed and cried in the dark. And then, on the next night, you sat by the fire, and grasped at the javelin, and prayed and cried in the dark. And then on the next night, you sat by the fire and grasped at the javelin, and later found that your tears had dried up and your throat was too raw to pray.

***

You have unlocked ferocity! It is your virtue that you know that your body will give in before your spirit does.

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Also during those gray days and terrible nights, you had noticed something else which seemed to you rather puzzling, and that is that although each evening, Notker's men seemed to be amused even more than before, and their laughs were like the bellowing of great beasts or tolling of brazen bells, Cu's mirth declined with each night; so much that on the fifth night of your ordeal, he did not share their laugh and in fact seemed to you very somber and perhaps brooding in how he went about dealing with you.

On the following day, which was the sixth since your departure from the mighty city of Grace, as you sat on the barge and watched the water flow, which was how you tended to spend most of your days, and thought about various matters which came to you (such as how it was barely over fortnight since you had left your family's home, and yet it seemed to you a very long time, almost as if a year had passed, or perhaps that it was in a different life altogether), you saw a strange sign. That is, a flock of birds was spotted taking flight over the bog, and the shape of the flock was that of an axe-head, and men who were with Notker spoke about it and thought it a bad omen. But while they argued about it, and how they should avert such ill luck that was made apparent to them, you noticed that Cu sat aside from them and with his arms spread to the sky, prayed fervently and with utmost ardour in the tongue of the people from the Rosemary Island. His prayers were strange to you for such reasons: that you had not seen him pray before (nor in fact any of Notker's men; they were quick to blasphemy, but never devotion) and that the words he spoke did not sound at all that saintly, and you considered that he may be venerating idols with them. However, he then commenced a prayer in the language of the Liefs; but that too appeared to you to be of rather perplexing nature, for he was invoking the name of Saint Corvo (which, you reasoned, came from the fact that he too was an exile), but also the name of Saint Amaulf, who was the gatekepper of the abode of the Saints, and therefore invoked chiefly by those who were at the threshold of the life everlasting, and leaving the temporal behind.

Then came the time to make land for the night, and you did so on a clearing that was once a village, and some walls of the homes that once stood on those grounds were still upright, as were the foundations of a shrine that had been erected there in more favourable times. As you were set to your various onerous duties, and watched the rest Notker's men set up a camp, you also noticed that Cu procured himself a new spear, which was longer than the javelin he carried, and wrapped in fabric, so that the spear-head would not be seen; he carried it in one hand, and his javelin in the other. And then then, as you took your seat by the fire, and he approached, Notker stopped him and warned him that in two days' time, the barge will reach Pebbles (whether it was a name of a city or a trade emporium, you did not know) and therefore he should take great care not to mark you with bruises or wounds, and to that Cu agreed, and compared to previous nights, your humiliations were not at all that bad, although the carefulness exhibited by Cu seemed to disappoint others; due to that games were soon over, and the fire was smothered, and you were allowed to find yourself a place in the night to sleep; all that happened on the night of the new moon.

But Cu merely pretended to be as soundly asleep as the others, and when he was sure he would not be noticed, he sneaked up on you and woke you up, and bade you not to speak anything but to follow him, and he led you to the ruin of the shrine, which was made from stone, and therefore offered a measure of protection from eyes and ears. And there he set a low fire, and told you a story, which will be here related:

When the king's decree that he was to be exiled from the Rosemary Island for seven years reached him, being young and therefore not yet armed with unyielding firmness of spirit, he sought a soothsayer, although that was forbidden by the saintly faith, and asked him if he will ever return from the banishment, and the soothsayer looked first into fire, then into the guts of a goat, and gave him such a promise: that he would be surely returned from his banishment, unless he was to find a lynx that sails and the hind that is not a hind. And that prophecy seemed to him a very auspicious one, and he left his home island glad that unless such an impossible occurrence was to come to be, he would be surely returned, perhaps even rich in booth of the foreign lands.

Upon telling you that, he laughed, and then brought near the fire the other spear that he had, and he showed it to you, for it was of the most beautiful worksmanship, and he explained that it was the spear of his father, and of the father of his father before him, and before that it was wielded by the first men who came to the Rosemary Island to win it from those who had held it previously, and that it had a name which in the language of the Liefs would mean "the Rye-stalk". And then he told you that he took the spear with him into the exile knowing that he would be surely returned, and he laughed again.

Then he explained to you such things: that Reik and Notker were intending to sell you in Pebbels, for a good price could be fetched for one such as you, and that to walk through the bogs in the night would surely be the death of you, but in the light of the day, secret paths could perhaps be made apparent, and that although hostile, the swamps could be traversed, all the way to the city of Pillars or perhaps as far as the city of Breakers.

Then, the fire that he had set begun to dim, and so he came closer and smiled and he said to you such a thing: that you should respect fate, but never fear it. And then he came even closer, and as the last of the light died away, he asked you if you can swear by the names of all the Saints, and by the stars, and the moon, and the sun, and the earth that you walk, and the see that is deep, and the mountains that are high, that you will not cease in your pursuit of the city of Step, no matter what the road takes you. And then, he asked you if you can spend this night in his arms.

You looked at him, and before the light went out, you…

[ ] Made the oath and agreed to be with him.

[ ] Made the oath but did not agree to be with him.

[ ] Did not make the oath, but agreed to be with him.

[ ] Did not make the oath and did not agree to be with him.
 
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Hrm. I expected the outcome, but certainly not the motive. What then, though? Can he even return to Notker after this? The king's man is no fool, and if Cu's broodings and estrangement from the rest of the men were apparent to us, they might have been transparent to the rest of them as well.

And if the meeting with us means that his return home is in danger... what is he to do from now on?

Wait. Don't tell me he is going to come back to Notker, and that was the reason for his prayer to Saint Amaulf. Hell, man, just... come with us or something.

I will swear the oath, for this determination was what allowed us to get through the week, and likely will carry us in the future. And it would not do to ignore what he is doing for us.

[X] Made the oath but did not agree to be with him.

As for the second decision... no. Not unless he is thinking some rather unhappy thoughts - which is hard to determine as of yet, - and it is the last ditch attempt to convince him otherwise - for which there are perhaps better ways.

Maybe he should consider a piligrimage of his own instead of accepting whatever fate the soothsayer foretold him? The Saints are known to grant miracles.
 
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