[X] ...Stop you? Why would I stop you! I want to help you! (Morgyan is shocked, you join in her quest,???)
-[X] Express disappointment that she wouldn't tell you on her own, but, now that you know, you'll support her in any way you can.
--[X] And by the way, are there any other secrets that she's been hiding from you? Major, minor, whatever? Y'know, just in case. Now would be a really good time for her to read you in fully.
[X] ...Stop you? Why would I stop you! I want to help you! (Morgyan is shocked, you join in her quest,???)
-[X] Express disappointment that she wouldn't tell you on her own, but, now that you know, you'll support her in any way you can.
--[X] And by the way, are there any other secrets that she's been hiding from you? Major, minor, whatever? Y'know, just in case. Now would be a really good time for her to read you in fully.
[X] ...Stop you? Why would I stop you! I want to help you! (Morgyan is shocked, you join in her quest,???)
-[X] Express disappointment that she wouldn't tell you on her own, but, now that you know, you'll support her in any way you can.
--[X] And by the way, are there any other secrets that she's been hiding from you? Major, minor, whatever? Y'know, just in case. Now would be a really good time for her to read you in fully.
A congressmen isn't the best example, I think it is more of a habitual lair than anything else, or perhaps it playing the Tzeentch game where it's lies have a grain of truth or it has told the truth and added in a few lies into it
Deep in the steamy confines of Lustria there is a grand temple-- a pyramid. Every day its roof is crested by the golden rays of the sun, carved of pure white granite as they are, whence a great fire burns. Bricks of gold mark the path from the bottom to the top, and grand inscriptions speak of prayers to the gods of Amazons and the natives of that south land. A grand entrance, sealed in strange, unknowable metals, keeps all out of its sacred innards, though a strange diamond shape seems to function as its entrance.
At the top, a rusted sword thrums with all-mighty power. They who wielded it would be near unstoppable, by legend-- and again and again the Dark Elves have sought to claim that for themselves. The last attempt was by Druchii Prince Kharondhel, trying to carry out some dark mirror of fiery rituals of Asuryan-- though the holy blade smote with fury the Dark Elf, fortunately for the world.
Mortal man and wiser ancient alike leave aside the blade-- if evil, in understanding of the doom that awaits even if they succeed; if good, for obvious reasons.
It helps, of course, that the natives of the land, man and beast alike, protect the temple-- and near as it is Hexoatl, that is a potent threat allayed by the Lizardmen. Despite that, this is sacred ground to all natives of Lustria, peaceful unless threatened by outside forces. There is a sort of aura of calm around the place-- almost like one feels the eyes of their father upon them.
That said, actually entering the temple is forbidden in simplest terms, for it is said that a man-- despite having power to challenge gods, he is a man, of moral clarity and goodly purpose in every tale-- rests inside, heals himself of his great wounds earned when he was brought from the starry sky itself by the gods. To wake him before the darkest hour, when a man who will never fail is needed, would be sheerest idiocy. And so the guardians of this place wait, reading the stars to avert, if possible, the End Times.
And so this man-- super or otherwise-- waits, until his time is called and the doom bells of apocalypse are rung. Or, at least, in any case that is what the natives say.
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I regret nothing
I was a bit busy this week and couldn't log into SV, but yeah, I got it immediately. It was easy enough to piece together, but it wasn't too obvious until you did the "super or otherwise" line.
"...Stop you? Why would I stop you! I want to help you!"
"...what."
Standing and walking around your stunned wife, you go to the wine drawer. Grabbing a long necked bottle of chilled white wine, you grab your glass-- fluted crystal-- and pour into the graceful-necked vessel, making it...cloudier.
There's a certain poetry in that, perhaps; but then, poetry was never really your strong suit. "I. Want. To. Help. You."
"But...but-- you-- knight-- Lady--"
"Would I be held from the Lady I serve so dearly by aiding you?"
"Nay. Of all her commands, never was it said not to aid the fay."
"Then there you have it."
Morgyan looks...confused. Very confused. For perhaps the first time, certainly the first time you can remember. "But...why? You are a shining knight-- and we would become dark, and terrible, and feared..."
"The year we married, the orcs made me an orphan. They have been making orphans of the men and women of Montfort for too long. I accepted this. I put out thoughts of too terrible a vengeance, for what could I do except the little part I did at Willsbrook. But now...now you offer me this. A chance to purge the orcs and the goblins and their beasts from Montfort. Not just to weaken them, to snap at the weakest of tribes; but to butcher them, to ruin them. To see the mountains made clear of them."
You look down.
"Oh yes, I would become terrible for that. No more knights die to those beasts."
She looks...concerned.
But then, then she smiles. And it is the brightest smile you have ever seen of her, brighter than all the stars in the sky. "I am sure the dwarfs would disagree in your assessment of your deed."
"I want to walk to the last War-Boss myself, and I want to make him watch as I destroy the last of his disgusting idols, and burn the last of his soldiers, and then split his head from his shoulders." You drain the last of your wine. "Compared to that, the Orcal was nothing."
"They're wrong...you are definitely scarier than I am." She slips out of her dress and into a nightie in a flash of dark and red, yawning. "Coming to bed?"
"Depends. Have you said sorry to our daughter yet?"
"...That elven wine is pretty strong, apparently."
"Surprisingly, yes."
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What do you do for day 6 of 7?
(Pick 3) [] Go to the Blacksmiths Quarters so you can watch somebody deal with a dismounted jouster instead of doing it yourself.
[] Spend time with Leliana and Grègoire. Your eldest daughter seemed angry, last you saw her, for obvious reasons.
[] Spend time with Godfrey and Annick. You'd like to know what aid you can offer to his crusade.
[] Pray. You could use...well, a whole lot of divine intervention, right now.
[] Strategize with Morgyan how you're going to help her
[] Set up a chat between Bellicent and Morgyan
[] Go to the Blacksmiths Quarters so you can watch somebody deal with a dismounted jouster instead of doing it yourself.
[] Spend time with Leliana and Grègoire. Your eldest daughter seemed angry, last you saw her, for obvious reasons.
[] Spend time with Godfrey and Annick. You'd like to know what aid you can offer to his crusade.
[] Pray. You could use...well, a whole lot of divine intervention, right now.
[] Strategize with Morgyan how you're going to help her
[] Set up a chat between Bellicent and Morgyan
[X] Spend time with Leliana and Grègoire. Your eldest daughter seemed angry, last you saw her, for obvious reasons.
[X] Strategize with Morgyan how you're going to help her
[X] Set up a chat between Bellicent and Morgyan
[X] Pray. You could use...well, a whole lot of divine intervention, right now.
[X] Strategize with Morgyan how you're going to help her
[X] Set up a chat between Bellicent and Morgyan
[x] Spend time with Leliana and Grègoire. Your eldest daughter seemed angry, last you saw her, for obvious reasons.
[x] Spend time with Godfrey and Annick. You'd like to know what aid you can offer to his crusade.
[x] Strategize with Morgyan how you're going to help her
that sounds like the best use of our time
also hey we are becoming the dark knight that defense .... at long as we do not suddenly start wearing bat motive armor or something like that i fine with it
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