Itinerant: A Pilgrim Quest

It seems I missed a couple updates...

I know we weren't well enough to argue with the priest, but I wish we could have asked him if it would have been saintly to leave the redheaded maiden to die when we could have saved her.

Before anything else, I think people should protect the lives of innocent people.

Anyway, maybe I've read too much dark fantasy lately, but this golden guy is giving me the creeps. "I'll grant you a miracle if your swear for me"? That sounds way too much like a disguised deal with the devil.

Again, we fought to protect the maiden. This guy doesn't think that was right, while the maiden seems to be beseeching someone else on our behalf. I trust her more.

[X] …refused to touch it.
 
[X] …refused to touch it.

This sounds suspiciously like a demon. Coming in our time of need, looking Saintly and promising salvation if and only if we swear to him.

No thanks.
 
Anyway, maybe I've read too much dark fantasy lately, but this golden guy is giving me the creeps. "I'll grant you a miracle if your swear for me"? That sounds way too much like a disguised deal with the devil.
That was my concern too. Especially since we had dreams to that effect back in the city of Grace.

But ultimately, we have rejected the priest and his interpretation, but not the faith itself. What if it isn't a deal with the devil, but really our last chance to confirm our loyalties? We are all over the place... refusing to abide by the temporal laws, refusing to hear out the priesthood - what laws do we live by, then? Do we still believe in the Saints?

He offers salvation if we swear for him (by the way - he uses 'swear for me' instead of 'swear to me' - is there a difference?), but what other basis for salvation besides our devotion to the Saints we have left? We have already ruled out they are the only ones who can judge us... so when we are judged, are we going to insist that their judgement is false and that they are demons in disguise? Isn't that the quickest path to damnation there is?

On the other hand, the update name, 'Dark Night of the Soul' calls back to the events in the city of Grace and to the warning not to mistake the Malefactors for the Saints. So I am really conflicted here.

Several things seem off, or downright wrong.
Which ones?
 
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You know, about us seemingly rejecting the temporal law, and the Saintly law? There's also the third law. Whatever that is. Maybe we can roll with that.
 
Oh yeah, the mysterious gloss!
A gloss to law human and saintly: ???
A gloss to diseases: Nothing on the diseases of the deep.
A gloss to swamps: They also belong to the third law.
You know, that sounds pretty ominous considering our situation. The swamp natives worship idols, and we are wracked by a disease, and there is a gate to Hell somewhere nearby.

Also, I find the basis for rejecting the first two laws somewhat insufficient when all we know about the third one is '???' :whistle:
 
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Also, I find it the basis for rejecting the first two laws somewhat insufficient when all we know about the third one is '???' :whistle:
Um. I'm not advocating to reject Saintly law tho? Either it already happened when we told the priest to take a hike, or we're still in the right and not beyond Saintly reach.

I'm just pointing out options. Options we really ought to read about. Stupid priest, should've asked for our trusty book instead.
 
Either it already happened when we told the priest to take a hike, or we're still in the right and not beyond Saintly reach.

I'm just pointing out options. Options we really ought to read about. Stupid priest, should've asked for our trusty book instead.
Depends on who we are telling to take a hike now. Seeing how the setting is low-fantasy, this whole thing occurs in our delirious mind. So what are we rejecting then?

Should have asked for Cu. He's the one who set us on a warpath. We could have had a glorious battle for the fate of all redheads instead of being inflicted with crippling doubt and hallucinating creepy golden men. :mad:
 
Swearing fealty is something you do to people with status (specifically land IIRC).

Thus we can deduce that this is a person of status.

The only local person of status, that holds lands would be Ulla.

This makes absolutely no sense when taken in contest.

Thus:

[ ] …refused to touch it.

Go away
Come closer Lucifer.

VOTE CHANGED TO:

[X] …touched his hand.

I am doing this, solely to see the result.
 
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I am afraid I can't grasp that logic. Do Malefactors have lands? What does this even prove?

I don't think it can be denied that the Saints hold the highest status in a pious society, as no ruler can not openly blaspheme against them and remain in power. They are not 'locals', sure, but they hold a lot of sway in the hearts of men. And swearing fealty (if that is what he asks of us - I don't think it is very clear) is an act of submission, first and foremost. It does not matter whether your suzerain is in charge of the whole world, or you alone.

The nature of St. Odo's blessing is such that it can only be invoked by the desperate, by those who have no other avenues of help left to them. Now that we have refuted the temporal law and we have turned away the priest, we have nothing left to us but to pray for a miracle. But would a miracle be granted if we do not recognize the authority of the one who is supposed to grant it? That is one of the questions the man asks.

This sounds suspiciously like a demon. Coming in our time of need, looking Saintly and promising salvation if and only if we swear to him.
It makes sense, given what Odo's domain is, no? The ones who choose him for a patron have no one else to turn to. Is that not how this works? If we had something else up our sleeve, we would not be desperate and thus would not be eligible for his miracle in the first place.

If we turn him away and it turns out the offer was genuine, I have no idea what happens next. If belief is the force that powers our journey, then what happens when it dries out? Even if we survive, we'd treat the vision as malicious, rather than a warning.


Anyway, I understand that there is suspicion that this is a trap set up by Malefactors, and whatnot. I just hoped we would try to reason it out - I don't know, from the depiction of his legend that we were given in the beginning of the story? For one, it makes sense he is upset with our ways, given that we have 'become' a warrior by choice when he tried his best to dodge this bullet. Warriors pick their own fates, they are hardly the ones who need a protection of a Saint. Still, even they may have desires that no one but God could grant, so perhaps a warrior too could have Odo as a patron.

The only thing that I find strange is his insistence on a personal worship. That does not tie in with the image I had of the Saint from the legend.
 
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We were given Odo's blessing already. We've accepted it before and I don't recall ever doing anything that would lose us his blessing so why do we need to reaffirm it?

We drew blood, yes, but that was out of necessity, self-defence, and defence of the innocent. Circumstance forced this on us, and the other choice would have been to leave the Maid to be trampled on when we could have done something to save her. Letting evil move when you can do something about it doesn't sound very saintly.
 
5.3 A Special Bed For You
Okay! A little bit more of that psychomachia, please! Do not touch! Well then. Update!


5.3 A Special Bed For You

But you saw through the guise; you would not be tempted by the works of the Malefactors, and the devils that serve them, that so often swarm around those not long for the world, to in their last assault throw them into damnation, for nothing saddens a demon as seeing a noble soul depart the body and enter the abode of the Saint, which is forever forbidden to them.

Seeing that he would not turn you with temptation and dark sorceries, the devil instead turned to another mean, and wielded against you…

…fire, crackling, burning. Stoked high. As hot as your fever, and hotter still. You screamed, and your lips split again; your blood was thick and malodorous. Your body turned to rot.

Fire surrounded you, and burned you, and your pain could not be described, so terrifying it was. And other devils, beckoned by their lord, beset you from all sides, and grabbed you and carried you through a crack in the ground, into cold depths, and they held you above a great lake of ice, where you could see others, and among them, you saw Notker, and he saw you – and he called at you from his prison.

"You will join us, sinners! Us oath-breakers! Us heathens! As our hearts were cold to the truth in life, now we freeze, freeze until the time…"

"…runs off. It is a miracle that she still clings to this life."

"She is ferocious. Such a shame she was born a woman."

Then the devils threw you down into the hyperborean depths, unwarmed by sun, untouched by light, the home of anguish, the antechamber of damnation. And there was no firm soil, only swamp beneath your feet, and it dragged you down, and you feared: feared that you would not be saved, and that damnation was at hand. For you were dying, and this was the pit of wickedness, the home of the Malefactors.

And they called to you:

"Are you not…"

"…one us. If not in life, then in death."

You lay on a shield, carried by four men, cold, motionless. They put the spear in your hand, and wrapped you in your cloak. It was not a burial for a woman, it was a burial for a Lief. They carried you out of the feast hall, and off into the swamp.

"You have sinned! You have rebelled! You disobeyed! You were vain! You belong among the Malefactors, in the house of the torment! Curse, curse with us the Eternal Judges that will pass on the sentence to you!"

There was mud in your mouth, and you were drowning in it; but you knew that there would be no death here, only sinking, and a brief respite of breath, only so that you could be punished further.

You were in…

…great pain. You floated, over water, on a shield that would not go down. And you were in great pain, trembling, shaking, bleeding, dying. But not yet over the threshold. The waters refused to take you.
The devils dragged you from the mud, and brought you up, and you beheld others that were damned, and you saw among them Ulrig, his traitorous hand cut, and the wound sealed with burning metal. And the wound turned into a hand, and it was cut again. And his cries of anguish were unlike anything you had heard before.

"We have made a special bed for you" the devils said. "It waits! But it will not wait long…"

You could not bear their words, and their claws; this was a temptation for a saint, not for a woman. And so, you…

[ ] Prayed.

[ ] Pleaded for mercy.

[ ] Reaffirmed your virtue.

[ ] Reaffirmed your oaths.

[ ] Succumbed to the devils.
 
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[X] Prayed.

To plead for mercy is a weakness of character and to reaffirm our oaths and virtue, marks of pride, succumbing a sign of moral failure.

Indeed, only by the grace of the Saints can we be saved here, let they be judges of whether we have sinned or not.
 

[X] Reaffirmed your oaths.

Yo we got shit to do. I can maybe buy that pointing out our virtues is, ironically, not very virtuous of us, but our word is our bond and there's no shame in that.


I do wonder if ferociousness will be the life of us too, or only the death of us.
 
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