Vote tally - Si Deus Nobiscum: A Polish-Lithuanian Scion Quest

Scheduled vote count started by Rolman on Aug 18, 2024 at 2:24 PM, finished with 26 posts and 18 votes.

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Si Deus Nobiscum: A Polish-Lithuanian Scion Quest
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  • [X] Your charge in full armor and at the head of your host against a Tatar horde with pistols blasting and people screaming, to save your wife among the kidnapped prisoners.
    [X] Your wife beckons you to see Him atop her armoured horse, dressed as a Hussar would
    [X]You are walking in a forest, like those you walked when you were a child in Lithuania, in the small chasm of a hill you see Marianna laughing at old stories that your old nanny, Tajtinna, tells her, suddenly you feel a touch on your back, a healthy and smiling Marszowski hurries you up the hill, you feel calm and happy.
    [X] We see Tatjana at our side. "Oh, Staszek, always overdoing it. You really should have learned when to take it easy on yourself by now. Look at what you've done to yourself... and such a pretty boy you were. But you are a man now, and you've had your second chance already. That's more than most get." You hear her phantom laughter, a sound most inhuman. Is this really the end? "Oh, don't be afraid, dear. You've lived a full life, you've honored the Lord, and you left the world something to remember you by." You feel a cold hand on your eyes. "Rest easy now, Staszek. Your family will take care of the rest."
    [X] You find yourself cradled in the arms of the Virgin, softly stroking your hair as you rest. She says that you have done well, but that there is still more work to be done.
    [X] You're a mere babe dangling off of a divan, and your father's hound is lying on a pillow beneath your feet, her belly splayed and feeding a litter of whelps. Your father....was he even there....is asking you to name the pick of the litter.
    [X] You charge forth gallantly, invincible under the Saints and the Mother of God, only for the Mirza you strike down to reveal himself a pallid youth- Prince Konstanty! And you see outside yourself as under your helm is too that monster of a Walezy prince, laughing and crying even as putrefying ooze overtakes him unnaturally and all that remains is a grinning death's head.
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