Itinerant: A Pilgrim Quest
- Pronouns
- They/Them
"A woman with a cool shield."
- Location
- scrabbling
[X] …mother.
At least a cool shield cements your coolness forever after, glory that is everlasting! What can a maid do for you when you die?!?
At least a cool shield cements your coolness forever after, glory that is everlasting! What can a maid do for you when you die?!?
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Gargulec
impact!
- Location
- a garden
- Location
- scrabbling
I'd play it.
- Location
- ?
Looks cool. What is it?Kalista Quest?
- Location
- EU somewhere.
- Pronouns
- They/Them
5.1 Now, Abandon Your Wicked Ways
Gargulec
impact!
- Location
- a garden
Very late update today, but the day's been pretty weird and hectic. But still! An update. Enjoy. Also there is a bit of anachronism here, because I am using a bit of religious imagination from a couple hundred years up than the epoch depicted, but I think it is actually appropriate and fits, so hey! Here's your priest.
Knowing that who lives and who dies is decided by the Saints, not by a mortal will, you asked for a priest to be brought to your bedside. As you did that, a measure of lucidity came over you – you suffered from terrible pain, but did not lapse into fevered visions, instead perceiving your surroundings with some clarity. The red-headed maid was near you, tending to you, and other wounded lay around, all that had suffered wounds at the hands of betrayers or the Armalings. Ulla was among them – he too was inflicted a serious wound, but being of a very strong body, it was closing cleanly, and he was recovering well.
As there was no priest in home of Ulla, they sent a servant to a nearby village, where one could be found, and he was brought to you presently. The violence inflicted on the house appalled him, and at the threshold, he balked, but being a man of faith, he did not waver for long, and instead bravely entered the feast-hall, to administer to the wounded and the dying. But first, he asked Ulla about the fight, and upon learning that you too stood in it, he seemed greatly worried.
And he said to Ulla that as it is not correct for a dog to do the work of a horse, and for a horse to do the work of a dog, it is improper for a woman to act like a man; and that under the laws of the old books, such women were to be punished with death, for it was a very sinful thing to do. Ulla would not listen to him, however, and scoff at his words, even as the priest called upon the authority of the great first saints.
The priest then, very wroth with Ulla, said that it seems obvious to him that the errors of idolatry were still present in his heart, and that he did not lead a saintly life; he said:
"Your arm may be strong now, but the Saints will bring you down, unless you avert your ways."
Next, he spoke about it seemed obvious to him that a woman such as you could not stand in fight like a man, and if she did, then it was the work of the Malefactors, for they are the ones who grant strength to the despoilers of peace and saintly order. But he also said that the Saints are merciful, and it was a good thing you were not slain on the field, but rather given more time to renounce your wickedness, and he came by you, and explained to you that you were dying of the wounds inflicted on your body – they festered, and you were afflicted by a fever which would not die; it was likely that your blood was poisoned because of that.
He said:
"Do not despair, however, for you were given a great gift; for the anguish which you now feel is not a hundredth and not a thousandth of what you will suffer when in the clutches of the Malefactors, but also it is a gift from the Saints, and a warning. Suffer it and turn away from sin, and you will be rewarded, and you will be received at Saint Amaulf's table."
Then intervened Ulla, and said that the pious abbot Galen, who was very saintly, said nothing about your actions being sinful, despite seeing them with his own eyes, and more, he also left a finger-bone of Saint Traft in the feast-hall of Ulla, so that it could help the wounded recover; and he praised the courage of those who fought, and how valiantly they opposed wickedness. And so, he explained, it seemed to him that your actions were not in fact a grand sin, and you were not damned, and had no sin on you that you had to shed.
At that, the priest declared that the abbot was surely poorly informed, or perhaps did not notice your sex, and if he had, he certainly would condemn it in same words. With that, Ulla disagreed, but respecting the tonsure, did not proceed to argue anymore; he let the priest address you. And the priest asked you, again, in following words:
"Death is surely upon you, and it is your chance to renounce sin. Do you regret what you did? Do you regret what you allowed yourself to become?"
Others watched your maimed face, as your lips twitched and you tried to say…
[ ] "Yes."
[ ] "No."
5.1 Now, Abandon Your Wicked Ways
Knowing that who lives and who dies is decided by the Saints, not by a mortal will, you asked for a priest to be brought to your bedside. As you did that, a measure of lucidity came over you – you suffered from terrible pain, but did not lapse into fevered visions, instead perceiving your surroundings with some clarity. The red-headed maid was near you, tending to you, and other wounded lay around, all that had suffered wounds at the hands of betrayers or the Armalings. Ulla was among them – he too was inflicted a serious wound, but being of a very strong body, it was closing cleanly, and he was recovering well.
As there was no priest in home of Ulla, they sent a servant to a nearby village, where one could be found, and he was brought to you presently. The violence inflicted on the house appalled him, and at the threshold, he balked, but being a man of faith, he did not waver for long, and instead bravely entered the feast-hall, to administer to the wounded and the dying. But first, he asked Ulla about the fight, and upon learning that you too stood in it, he seemed greatly worried.
And he said to Ulla that as it is not correct for a dog to do the work of a horse, and for a horse to do the work of a dog, it is improper for a woman to act like a man; and that under the laws of the old books, such women were to be punished with death, for it was a very sinful thing to do. Ulla would not listen to him, however, and scoff at his words, even as the priest called upon the authority of the great first saints.
The priest then, very wroth with Ulla, said that it seems obvious to him that the errors of idolatry were still present in his heart, and that he did not lead a saintly life; he said:
"Your arm may be strong now, but the Saints will bring you down, unless you avert your ways."
Next, he spoke about it seemed obvious to him that a woman such as you could not stand in fight like a man, and if she did, then it was the work of the Malefactors, for they are the ones who grant strength to the despoilers of peace and saintly order. But he also said that the Saints are merciful, and it was a good thing you were not slain on the field, but rather given more time to renounce your wickedness, and he came by you, and explained to you that you were dying of the wounds inflicted on your body – they festered, and you were afflicted by a fever which would not die; it was likely that your blood was poisoned because of that.
He said:
"Do not despair, however, for you were given a great gift; for the anguish which you now feel is not a hundredth and not a thousandth of what you will suffer when in the clutches of the Malefactors, but also it is a gift from the Saints, and a warning. Suffer it and turn away from sin, and you will be rewarded, and you will be received at Saint Amaulf's table."
Then intervened Ulla, and said that the pious abbot Galen, who was very saintly, said nothing about your actions being sinful, despite seeing them with his own eyes, and more, he also left a finger-bone of Saint Traft in the feast-hall of Ulla, so that it could help the wounded recover; and he praised the courage of those who fought, and how valiantly they opposed wickedness. And so, he explained, it seemed to him that your actions were not in fact a grand sin, and you were not damned, and had no sin on you that you had to shed.
At that, the priest declared that the abbot was surely poorly informed, or perhaps did not notice your sex, and if he had, he certainly would condemn it in same words. With that, Ulla disagreed, but respecting the tonsure, did not proceed to argue anymore; he let the priest address you. And the priest asked you, again, in following words:
"Death is surely upon you, and it is your chance to renounce sin. Do you regret what you did? Do you regret what you allowed yourself to become?"
Others watched your maimed face, as your lips twitched and you tried to say…
[ ] "Yes."
[ ] "No."
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- Location
- EU somewhere.
If we say yes we have sinned
If we say no we're not ashamed of our sins...
[X] "No."
If we say no we're not ashamed of our sins...
[X] "No."
- Location
- St. Petersburg
Hahaha. Nope.
We have already deemed their judgement unjust. It's hardly the time to hesitate now.
Besides, who is he to talk? He was not there, nor is he the one making the pilgrimage to Step. A village priest who never stepped out of his comfortable little world, and thinks he knows life because he read the Book/Scriptures/whatever about it.
Let the Saints sort this one out, without the middle-men.
[X] "No."
We have already deemed their judgement unjust. It's hardly the time to hesitate now.
Besides, who is he to talk? He was not there, nor is he the one making the pilgrimage to Step. A village priest who never stepped out of his comfortable little world, and thinks he knows life because he read the Book/Scriptures/whatever about it.
Let the Saints sort this one out, without the middle-men.
[X] "No."
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5.2 Dark Night Of The Soul
Gargulec
impact!
- Location
- a garden
Another short update! I hope they will get longer again when you are out of this pickle. If you ever leave it, that is. Saying no to the priest may or may not be helpful in that regard!
Thinking to be in no sin, you rebuked the priest; you saw no wrongdoing in your deeds and knew that the saintly law is not the same as the temporal one. But for the priest, your denial was akin to blasphemy, and he said to you that it is good that the Saints did not make you mend your ways, for theirs is a great justice that they blind the wicked even when the light is offered to them, so that for their greater glory they may be forever punished. And after that, he departed the house of Ulla, greatly angered.
Soon after that, the lucidity which you had so briefly enjoyed, passed and the fever took the hold of you, in spite of cold compresses being applied to your brow. As if through a very thick haze, you've heard voices speaking of you, and saying that although you were brave, you were also of meek countenance and therefore succumbed to wounds and gangrene easily; and that if the finger-bone of Saint Traft would not help you, then perhaps it was true that you were wicked at hearts. You heard that claim being…
"…her wounds are swollen, and pus had not drained with them, it is certain that she will die soon, unless…"
"…answer. Answer me, Lynx" you heard a voice plead, and recognized it as being of the red-headed maid's. "Why are…"
You…
[ ] …touched his hand.
[ ] …refused to touch it.
5.2 Dark Night Of The Soul
Thinking to be in no sin, you rebuked the priest; you saw no wrongdoing in your deeds and knew that the saintly law is not the same as the temporal one. But for the priest, your denial was akin to blasphemy, and he said to you that it is good that the Saints did not make you mend your ways, for theirs is a great justice that they blind the wicked even when the light is offered to them, so that for their greater glory they may be forever punished. And after that, he departed the house of Ulla, greatly angered.
Soon after that, the lucidity which you had so briefly enjoyed, passed and the fever took the hold of you, in spite of cold compresses being applied to your brow. As if through a very thick haze, you've heard voices speaking of you, and saying that although you were brave, you were also of meek countenance and therefore succumbed to wounds and gangrene easily; and that if the finger-bone of Saint Traft would not help you, then perhaps it was true that you were wicked at hearts. You heard that claim being…
…rebuked. A man sat in front of you, holding in his hands a stalk of wheat, and a hatchet, and he rebuked you.
"You have no right to claim righteousness" he said "when you at your heart turn away from the saintly light. Are you a sage, learned in trivium and quadrivium, that you think you can argue such matters?"
You presented your case to him, and pleaded for the rightness of your decision; and that you were not in sin, and that surely you would not meet damnation if you were to die. But the man was very wroth with you, and he lashed against you, saying…
"You have no right to claim righteousness" he said "when you at your heart turn away from the saintly light. Are you a sage, learned in trivium and quadrivium, that you think you can argue such matters?"
You presented your case to him, and pleaded for the rightness of your decision; and that you were not in sin, and that surely you would not meet damnation if you were to die. But the man was very wroth with you, and he lashed against you, saying…
"…her wounds are swollen, and pus had not drained with them, it is certain that she will die soon, unless…"
…a miracle could save you, and your family. This is why you oath was made; this is why you are a pilgrim; this is why you swore to Cu. But the man in front of you was wreathed in golden light, and his face was like the visage of Saint Odo, and he asked of you:
"In the city of Step, will you receive what you ask for, when you live in sin?"
You did not know what to…
"In the city of Step, will you receive what you ask for, when you live in sin?"
You did not know what to…
"…answer. Answer me, Lynx" you heard a voice plead, and recognized it as being of the red-headed maid's. "Why are…"
"…you abandoning all your friends? Is that saintly? Disobeying and leaving? Choosing a weapon over a soul so kindred to you?"
The man wreathed in golden light judged you, you knew that. You knew his judgment. You knew that you renounced the laws of men, and renounced the salvation of faith. In the world, you were…
"…lost. Well and truly lost. Alone! With no one to help her. No one to plead for her. Please, my lord, you have to do this. Please, I beg you, I, the servant of…"The man wreathed in golden light judged you, you knew that. You knew his judgment. You knew that you renounced the laws of men, and renounced the salvation of faith. In the world, you were…
"…yours is a very grim fate, unless a miracle comes" the man wreathed in saintly light said, and he extended to you hid golden hand. "But I can grant you a miracle! You must just swear, swear for me."
You…
[ ] …touched his hand.
[ ] …refused to touch it.
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