Itinerant: A Pilgrim Quest

inspired Ulla to be a better person
That's... probably due to the loss of two of his sons, his brother and his nephew. Makes one rethink a lot of things.
She is not all 'there', though. Not sure how much she is better off living as a madwoman on nuts and berries. It would be better for her if she moved on - with us, if need be. I am still miffed that we didn't ask for her to accompany us, but I suppose a warrior's path is not too bad.

[X] …check if the waters have washed anything else onto the shore.
 
I do wonder if other cities of Saints exist? If we chose a different patron, we'd be seeking a miracle in another place. Would that one be a myth, too?

...Gotta say, I'm kinda hoping the demon lied. Why are we taking its word as truth, anyway? :/
 
If we chose a different patron, we'd be seeking a miracle in another place.
The City of Step is the city of the First Saint. Our patron Saint has nothing to do with it, unless you mean a different patron deity altogether.

The revelation stings, but we should have seen it coming from the mentions of Step Everlasting as an afterlife. It can't be found in this world.

Wait, does that mean that we have taken an obligation to wander the earth, never settling down, until the day we die? That's... hm. I can't quite decide whether it's horrible or awesome.
 
Maybe by doesn't exist, it meant to say that the City as we imagine and understand it doesn't exist.

If we take the Heaven allegory directly, the City is less of a place and more of a state of mind.
 
I wonder if creating a city called Step and praying there would fulfill the oath.


That's... probably due to the loss of two of his sons, his brother and his nephew. Makes one rethink a lot of things.

He didn't improve himself until after our funeral, so I thought we affected him a bit. I'm probably giving us a little too much credit.
 
[X] …check if the waters have washed anything else onto the shore.

Well, crap. I confess, City not existing did not occur to me. It should have, but it didn't. Well, if we have to find it, we will. After all, cities are being found all the time :V
Really? That was my initial assumption. I figured it was either a lie or an allegory, particularly once the whole "no one knows where it is" thing came up.
The real City was inside you all along? :V
I mean... possibly.
 
[X] …check if the waters have washed anything else onto the shore.


Really? That was my initial assumption. I figured it was either a lie or an allegory, particularly once the whole "no one knows where it is" thing came up.

I mean... possibly.
I figured it was kind of like Jerusalem. As in, really far away, but still an actual place pilgrims could visit. I mean, if getting there was easy it wouldn't be much of a pilgrimage, but I assumed it was doable.

When the afterlife imaginary showed up I rationalized it as mundane Step being a reflection of Step Everlasting. Like, shadow of Heaven on Earth.

That it might not exist at all is a bit of a letdown >_>
 
Same here. Like the character, I rationalized it existing with various excuses because the miracle has become our raison d'etre.

I am kind of at a loss what we are supposed to do now, except dodge death. Which is what everyone else in the world is doing anyway.

Well, something not existing has never stopped people from searching for it anyway. I guess we'd be in good company.
 
[X] …check if the waters have washed anything else onto the shore.

So we're going to a place that doesn't exist. Awesome. We could just build it ourselves but there's an insistent part of me saying that that's quitter talk. That said, trying to conceptualize a city that does and does not exist at the same time is giving me a headache. Wait, thinking about it, don't people who search for things that don't exist usually go crazy?
 
So we're going to a place that doesn't exist. Awesome. We could just build it ourselves but there's an insistent part of me saying that that's quitter talk. That said, trying to conceptualize a city that does and does not exist at the same time is giving me a headache. Wait, thinking about it, don't people who search for things that don't exist usually go crazy?

I don't think we are in any immediate danger of going mad. The greater danger is in despair, as we said to the angelic messenger:

... And you said: no other hope is left to my house, but to receive a miracle, and in this miracle, I believe above all else, for beyond it, there is nothing, only the pit of despair.

If we abandon hope then we will be truly and utterly lost. For now our goal stays the same, head to the city of High Tower. There we will be able to find more information to shed light on the spirit's claim. Hopefully, we will find the RHM and she will accompany us, but the pilgrim has no knowledge of what happened so we can't exactly go looking for her.
 
Well, something not existing has never stopped people from searching for it anyway. I guess we'd be in good company.

At that time, the shrine in High Tower was held by Aetius, who was renowned for being very pious, and many came to him to ask him for his advice and blessing. Among them there was a woman whose husband and children had been all lost in a war, and she blasphemed against the Saints. Seeing that she was in grief, and therefore not in the right mind, Aetius asked her to be brought before him, and asked her why she said such vile things. And she asked him if he thought that the slaughter of her family was just; he said that it was obviously not so. Then she asked him if just Saints could allow such a thing. He said that clearly, no just Saints would allow it. Then she asked: how can you believe in them, if they are not just? And he said to her: what merit is there in putting faith in Saints that are just?

Wait, thinking about it, don't people who search for things that don't exist usually go crazy?

It is widely accepted and understood that those who are Saints are those who beheld the name of God; it is also widely accepted and understood that those who devote their life to learning the name of God never become Saints.

...on the bright side, this might mean that we get to build our own Step.

Once, people from the city of Breakers, recently converted to the saintly faith, came to Saint Nebridius to consult matters of doctrine. Chiefly, they asked about how they should get about building their shrines, because there were none in the South, and they did not want to offend the Saints with improper dimensions. And Saint Nebridius said to them: make yourself the foundation, and the Saints will be pleased.
 
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7.1 At The Lakeside
Look around the lakeside for anything of use, that was your choice. And that is what you did. And now, an update!


7.1 At The Lakeside
The lakeside was very quiet, and the idle, muted whisper of water was soothing, calming. You started looking around, picking between stones and trying to see into mist, trying to find anything that could had been washed ashore along with you, but after a few moments, and with clearly nothing else to find, you stopped looking, and instead shuffled stones idly to occupy your hands while you thinking.

The city of Step did not exist, and yet you could not rest until you found it; that much was certain, and the thought to step down and end your pilgrimage did not even register as the remotest of possibilities. Especially that you knew, at some level, that you would not be given much chance to rest in times to come. The voice of the woman from your fevered dream still rang clearly in your memory. "Until we meet again". Close or far, she would be following you, and while you did not know what was to happen if you were to cross your paths again, you had little doubt that it would not be something you would otherwise welcome.

You considered: chasing a place that does not exist, with what could be the Death herself hounding you. No hope to settle down, to rest, to live a life other than one of an itinerant, a pilgrim everlasting. Then you weighted your spear, and your shield, and added to this list a rebel, a gadfly. Not that you wanted to become one, but you were one nonetheless, and there was no denying that. It just happened. You didn't really regret it. Fate abide as fate must.

The wind had silenced, and clouds above lifted; sun shone directly down, and the lake ahead shimmered. You looked into it, and in water's mirror, you saw your face, reflected and unrecognizable. The broad outline, with pronounced, sharp features was there, but not twisted and marred by a scar running from eyebrow all the way to the lip, writhing with every twitch of muscle. And ugly, ugly thing. And now, a part of you, just as much as mouse-grey hair or hazelnut eyes. A sight that could probably be revolting to some. But to you, it registered as neither abhorrent nor welcome. It just was.

This sort of detachment, distance, was almost eerie, and you couldn't tell its source. But it was there in you, and it helped. Finally, you broke your eyes away from this unfamiliar image of your own face, and turned to the quiet wood surrounding you. You picked up your spear, threw your shield on your back, over it – your sack, you fastened your cloak, and set out to look for some sort of a trail, or at least an indication what way to go.

Thankfully, you did not have to look far. A simple walk along the shore brought into your sight a hut, half-sunk into the soil, surrounded by piles of detritus. A trail of blackish smoke lingered above it, and you could vaguely pick up a smell of something being cooked. Lured by it, you came closer, one of the heaps of garbage came alive in the form or shaggy dog, who promptly broke the lakeside's quiet with a flurry of frenzied barks and growls, clearly indicating that you are not to come any closer.

You…

[ ] …took the hint, and went the other way.

[ ] …came closer nonetheless, not allowing the mutt to scare you.

[ ] …waited to see if the dog will draw anyone out of the shack.
 
Oh no, we aren't cute anymore! Whatever shall we do!

[X] …waited to see if the dog will draw anyone out of the shack.

I mean, someone must be there, and they will at least spare a glance if the dog does not stop barking. It would be nice to eat something... how did we even last on the lake without food?
 
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