Gargulec
impact!
- Location
- a garden
I stand defeated. And killed. You killed the quest master. You monster.
Itinerant: A Pilgrim Quest
I stand defeated. And killed. You killed the quest master. You monster.
- Location
- Denmark
- Pronouns
- She/Her
I have enacted divine punishment, for I am the Hand of The Lord.
It has been in my name all along, how could you never see it?
Gargulec
impact!
- Location
- a garden
I don't know why, but I think that the guy who tried to teach me Latin would.
- Location
- Denmark
- Pronouns
- She/Her
- Location
- St. Petersburg
[X] Waited for the crow to caw.
Not really? People long for familiar features of those they miss, but they do not really confuse one person for the other.
Not really? People long for familiar features of those they miss, but they do not really confuse one person for the other.
Alright, but can he not die in our cloak!? I liked that cloak!Just as I was starting to like him, he had to die.
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3.6 Wicked Man Dies
Gargulec
impact!
- Location
- a garden
Unanimous vote again! Waiting for the crow won, and thank the Saints that it did, or else terrible things would happen. Not that they are not happening anyway!
The terrible sounds and roars continued for a long time, and did not cease until the sun was well on its way towards noon; and afterwards, there was a silence equally terrible, and it too was lasting. But finally, it was broken, and that was by the sound of a bird; a crow, as expected. And following Cu's finally caution, you took it for a sign and emerged from the ruin, and beheld a very woeful sight.
And it was as such: in the middle of the camp, with his back against a wall that had not yet succumbed to time, stood Cu, the spear called the Rye-stalk in his hand; and he was drenched and in blood, and so was the spear. And he was also twisted and contorted in the most terrible fashion, the flesh of his body bearing little resemblance to how he was before. And it was the doing of the wounds that he had suffered, and perhaps of the terrible fury that had driven him, and ferocity which was unparelled. It is sufficient to say that such was the degree of the ruination of his body, that you scarcely could bring to look at it in death, and it occurred to you that to see it in life would had been a most heart-stopping display. He was also dead, from a score of strikes, and stood upright solely by the grace of sword that was driven through his chest and into the wall behind him. And on his shoulder, there was a carrion bird, black-feathered. Thus died Cu.
And around him, on the beaten ground, they lay ten others, who were the men of Notker, and who had all been slain, and their bodies destroyed with such force, that some of them could no longer be recognized, and their identity you could learn solely by investigation closely on the tokens they carried. Others yet seemed barely touched, and yet were dead all the same, a single wound on the heart indicating where the spear had pierced them. And they all grasped in their hands their swords and spears, which were bloodied; they fought, and they had been bested. Thus died Sigbert, Dagobert, Cifi the Islander, Ean, Osric, Ragobert, Einhard the Young and three others, whose names you did not learn.
Near to them, however, there was a man yet alive, but not for long; the king's man Notker, who was too covered in blood, and sitting in the mud, unmoving, but still breathing. The sword that he had carried, and with which he had slain Reik was next to him, discarded, and as you came closer, you saw that Notker had suffered many grievous strikes that had perforated his belly in such a fashion that his innards were spilling out, and also a number of other wounds, and there was no doubt that they were all deadly, and he was not long for the world, and would soon face the judgement of the Saints, as all men do when the hour comes for them to go.
He noticed you, and drawing voice from his throat – and it was a terrifying rattling – he cursed you and called you a witch that had seduced Cu, and thus brought death and ruin on all of them. And he said that it would had been better for them to kill you and throw you into the river to drown, or else destroy you. Then, still drawing breath, he blasphemed against the Saints, calling them cruel and unjust, and he spoke against all that was holy and good, and cursed it all a thousand times.
It occurred to you that it might had been the pain of his wounds that made him say such terrible things; or perhaps it was his native vice, and the failing of his soul and character, which could hold only hatred and blasphemy, and nothing that was good. Or perhaps, seeing how close he was to their grasp, the Malefactors seized the soul that was theirs and used it to further ruin the world that was too in their hands. For as you stood next to him, there was no end to his litany of ill words, and it seemed to you that he clung so dearly to his life only for the sake of invoking all the evil of the world against you, and in doing that, damning himself even farther.
And so, you decided to…
[ ] Show mercy, and put him out of his misery.
[ ] Show mercy, and pray for his soul.
[ ] Wait for him to run out breath, curses and life.
3.6 Wicked Man Dies
The terrible sounds and roars continued for a long time, and did not cease until the sun was well on its way towards noon; and afterwards, there was a silence equally terrible, and it too was lasting. But finally, it was broken, and that was by the sound of a bird; a crow, as expected. And following Cu's finally caution, you took it for a sign and emerged from the ruin, and beheld a very woeful sight.
And it was as such: in the middle of the camp, with his back against a wall that had not yet succumbed to time, stood Cu, the spear called the Rye-stalk in his hand; and he was drenched and in blood, and so was the spear. And he was also twisted and contorted in the most terrible fashion, the flesh of his body bearing little resemblance to how he was before. And it was the doing of the wounds that he had suffered, and perhaps of the terrible fury that had driven him, and ferocity which was unparelled. It is sufficient to say that such was the degree of the ruination of his body, that you scarcely could bring to look at it in death, and it occurred to you that to see it in life would had been a most heart-stopping display. He was also dead, from a score of strikes, and stood upright solely by the grace of sword that was driven through his chest and into the wall behind him. And on his shoulder, there was a carrion bird, black-feathered. Thus died Cu.
And around him, on the beaten ground, they lay ten others, who were the men of Notker, and who had all been slain, and their bodies destroyed with such force, that some of them could no longer be recognized, and their identity you could learn solely by investigation closely on the tokens they carried. Others yet seemed barely touched, and yet were dead all the same, a single wound on the heart indicating where the spear had pierced them. And they all grasped in their hands their swords and spears, which were bloodied; they fought, and they had been bested. Thus died Sigbert, Dagobert, Cifi the Islander, Ean, Osric, Ragobert, Einhard the Young and three others, whose names you did not learn.
Near to them, however, there was a man yet alive, but not for long; the king's man Notker, who was too covered in blood, and sitting in the mud, unmoving, but still breathing. The sword that he had carried, and with which he had slain Reik was next to him, discarded, and as you came closer, you saw that Notker had suffered many grievous strikes that had perforated his belly in such a fashion that his innards were spilling out, and also a number of other wounds, and there was no doubt that they were all deadly, and he was not long for the world, and would soon face the judgement of the Saints, as all men do when the hour comes for them to go.
He noticed you, and drawing voice from his throat – and it was a terrifying rattling – he cursed you and called you a witch that had seduced Cu, and thus brought death and ruin on all of them. And he said that it would had been better for them to kill you and throw you into the river to drown, or else destroy you. Then, still drawing breath, he blasphemed against the Saints, calling them cruel and unjust, and he spoke against all that was holy and good, and cursed it all a thousand times.
It occurred to you that it might had been the pain of his wounds that made him say such terrible things; or perhaps it was his native vice, and the failing of his soul and character, which could hold only hatred and blasphemy, and nothing that was good. Or perhaps, seeing how close he was to their grasp, the Malefactors seized the soul that was theirs and used it to further ruin the world that was too in their hands. For as you stood next to him, there was no end to his litany of ill words, and it seemed to you that he clung so dearly to his life only for the sake of invoking all the evil of the world against you, and in doing that, damning himself even farther.
And so, you decided to…
[ ] Show mercy, and put him out of his misery.
[ ] Show mercy, and pray for his soul.
[ ] Wait for him to run out breath, curses and life.
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- Location
- ?
[X] Show mercy, and pray for his soul.
Going with this then. Seems more IC, and won't leave ppl who might stumble upon this scene wondering who was it that so helpfully slit last guy's throat or something.
Could we perhaps take the spear with us? Maybe we could return it someday, as Cu could not. I mean, our life won't end when we enter Step. Presumably.
Hopefully.
Going with this then. Seems more IC, and won't leave ppl who might stumble upon this scene wondering who was it that so helpfully slit last guy's throat or something.
Could we perhaps take the spear with us? Maybe we could return it someday, as Cu could not. I mean, our life won't end when we enter Step. Presumably.
Hopefully.
- Pronouns
- They/Them
[X] Show mercy, and pray for his soul.
- Location
- St. Petersburg
I don't suppose Cu could have hid us and made it look as if we fled during the night and perished in the bogs... no, he had to go out like a hero, and take others with him. *sigh* May the Saints have mercy on his unruly soul.
Speaking of mercy...
[X] Show mercy, and pray for his soul.
Yeah, he conspired with Reik (may he rest in peace also) to do terrible things, but the Saints stayed his hand and didn't let the Malefactor lead him to a complete damnation. It is not his fault he can't realise that in his delirious state, and so it falls to us not to leave their good work to waste. Drive the Malefactor away! Purge the Herecy!
Oh my, it barely has been a week and we already have a dozen bodies under our belt. To think I was afraid of our patron underperforming compared to St. Corvo.
Speaking of mercy...
[X] Show mercy, and pray for his soul.
Yeah, he conspired with Reik (may he rest in peace also) to do terrible things, but the Saints stayed his hand and didn't let the Malefactor lead him to a complete damnation. It is not his fault he can't realise that in his delirious state, and so it falls to us not to leave their good work to waste. Drive the Malefactor away! Purge the Herecy!
Oh my, it barely has been a week and we already have a dozen bodies under our belt. To think I was afraid of our patron underperforming compared to St. Corvo.
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LucidProp
Pocky Eating MafiaDoka
[JK] Waited for him to run out breath, curses and life.
-[JK] Despite yourself, you couldn't help but smile.
So tempted to do this.
[X] Show mercy, and put him out of his misery.
Praying ain't gonna do much to stop the pain. The man loathes the Saints and all that we represent and since the Malefactors already have dug their claws in him, the least we could do for the guy is give him a quick end instead of prolonging this.
Warriors like it when they're killed by a blade.
-[JK] Despite yourself, you couldn't help but smile.
So tempted to do this.
[X] Show mercy, and put him out of his misery.
Praying ain't gonna do much to stop the pain. The man loathes the Saints and all that we represent and since the Malefactors already have dug their claws in him, the least we could do for the guy is give him a quick end instead of prolonging this.
Warriors like it when they're killed by a blade.
Gargulec
impact!
- Location
- a garden
To be perfectly honest, I think that he chose the option that he liked best.
LucidProp
Pocky Eating MafiaDoka
Let's not.
Think of it like this. We're the only survivor on the river where everyone else died. Sure, we're a woman so we couldn't possibly have killed them all, but if people see us with something distinct from Notker's men, then we're obviously a witch that killed then looted Notker and friends.
That, or someone who loots the dead when we didn't do anything to deserve said loot.
Either way, it makes us look even more like a criminal.
LucidProp
Pocky Eating MafiaDoka
Apologies for the double post, but it I just checked our character sheet and it seems like we're missing our knife. If I remember it correctly, we only gave its sheathe away.
Also, who's up for getting our cloak and fibula back from one of those corpses? I recall they took that from us, so it wouldn't stealing if we take back what's ours.
Also, who's up for getting our cloak and fibula back from one of those corpses? I recall they took that from us, so it wouldn't stealing if we take back what's ours.
- Location
- St. Petersburg
I am not against looting the dead. We are without money or food - we should take that much to be able to continue our journey, because the dead won't need those.
I would be against taking the spear because it's Cu's (a warrior may prefer to be left with his weapon), we have absolutely no idea how to return it, and it is nigh impossible to carry a spear with you for what may be years when you can't use it. It is not easy to conceal either.
On the other hand, an argument can be made for it as well, and we might need a pole for the bogs anyway, even though it would be a blasphemy to use a beautiful weapon for this purpose... So dunno.
I'd probably take Cu's javelin with us. A week of fencing for our trampled dignity might have at least taught us how to hold it straight, and it would not be hard to part with it if the need arises.
I would be against taking the spear because it's Cu's (a warrior may prefer to be left with his weapon), we have absolutely no idea how to return it, and it is nigh impossible to carry a spear with you for what may be years when you can't use it. It is not easy to conceal either.
On the other hand, an argument can be made for it as well, and we might need a pole for the bogs anyway, even though it would be a blasphemy to use a beautiful weapon for this purpose... So dunno.
I'd probably take Cu's javelin with us. A week of fencing for our trampled dignity might have at least taught us how to hold it straight, and it would not be hard to part with it if the need arises.
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Scify
It always starts with a lighthouse.
[X] Show mercy, and pray for his soul.
Eh... I think that's a bit of a stretch, but I guess we'll see.
Oh shi--