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| Action Id: 3401 | Crisis: | Participants: Jeffeth and Imi | |
| Status: Resolved | Submitted: May 30, 2019, 10:56 a.m. | Public: True | GM: Tehom |
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Economic Resources: 62 Military Resources: 2098 Social Resources: 103 |
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Action by Jeffeth
Transition was originally wielded and presumably made powerful by Elisia. Elisia was born of Three Aspects. War of Gloria. Change of Lagoma. Endings of the Queen of Endings. And so the group seeking to acquire Transition is taking it upon themselves to make a great offering to each goddess. Asking for their help and protection in pursuing Transition now known as Everblight. It is said the Princess of Corruption corrupts maps, and she infects people with strange diseases. So the small team has divided themselves among the three Goddesses, asking for direction, for protection, and success.
Dame Imi Deadfall and Sir Jeffeth Bayweather are the two that are petitioning Gloria in her aspect of war.
Jeffeth and Imi go to the shrine of Gloria and state their purpose to the Goddess. Then for thirteen days, they will give everything they have to honor her.
At dawn, Jeffeth and Imi will take to the field and face any who come to fight them. The invitation is made far and wide, loudly, in Arvum. Imi and Jeffeth will face any challenger, as long as all parties agree to sparring/blunted weapons. No matter who comes, no matter in what number, Jeffeth and Imi will fight side by side.
They'll fight until they drop. Every day. However long that takes each day they will hold out as long as they can, and then in whatever time is left before the next dawn they will try to rest and recover, then do it again. A harrowing experience to be sure, but every moment of it will be dedicated to Gloria. Every drop of sweat, every ounce of blood. All offered to the Goddess.
Imi and Jeffeth will ask that any who come to challenge the pair of them make a donation. At least one silver piece per challenging group. On the thirteenth hour of the thirteenth day all that was offered in donation to fight the two knights will be sacrificed in fire to Gloria.
In return, they ask that Gloria give them the strength and prowess required to cut through the Labyrinth to take claim of Everblight and purify it.
The blade will be kept by the Silver Order and if ever the Faith of the Pantheon goes to War, a vow is made that Transition will be there. Bringing War to the enemies of the Faith.
Action by Imi
At the start of the 13 days, Imi will re-affirm her vows to Gloria. In addition to all the things Jeffeth has outlined, based on their previous discussion, Imi is also saying her payers to Gloria each morning and night. And finally, Imi will take a squire from the honorable youth who show up to participate or learn while she is there.
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Result
It's thirteen days of blood, sweat, and tears. Champions come from across Arvum to test their mettle against Jeffeth and Imi, as well as squires, templars, and knights of all kind. Young men and women attempt to prove themselves and attract their notice, in the hopes of becoming squires, while the older and established champions merely wish to fight for Gloria. The donations are relatively modest, but there is a great many of them, and they offer them all to the firepit in the hopes of an answer from Gloria.
An answer does come, after a fashion.
It's on the thirteenth day that they have a lone challenger. She's a slight, frail-looking woman, covered in a large tattered shroud. More curious yet, she appears to be blind, bandages covering her eyes. There's a sense of something... strange as she enters the Shrine. A wrongness that puts them both ill at ease. With every step the strange woman takes closer to them, the unease grows... and they can see that as she walks across the field, the grass has withered and turned black in her wake. "She remembers me." Her voice has such a strange accent - unlike any they've heard before in Arvum. "She cannot help me, but she remembers me. And how I have suffered for her." The woman lets her shroud fall away, and her appearance is most extraordinary - a delicate, pale, blonde woman with pointy ears, wearing a form of black and white clothing which appears to be made of a mixture of feathers, or leather, or silk... or stranger materials yet. She points to Jeffeth with a delicate gloved hand, covered in the same strange material. "I sought Everblight in her name. I was the Aspect of Crusades. When I was slain by He Who Waits, I was made to linger, and they sing songs of my hubris. From the primasens of Eagles to the Wolves, they sing of my folly. You have not heard it, of course." She comes closer still, her movements unnaturally graceful, and now they can see she has what might be the remnants of small wings, tattered and torn. "The Eater delighted in devouring those stories. Less warning for those who would follow. He thinks what happens to mortals who cross He Who Waits is -hilarious-." With each word, her voice has become more filled with silken malice, and then she moves.
She moves almost too quickly to be perceived, a blurring of white and black motion. Jeffeth and Imi wisely stop attempting to use sparring weapons, for what it's worth. Her own weapon appears to be a shattered blade, and when Jeffeth attempts to swing at her and she parries, his arm is filled with incredible pain as his wrist snaps - it feels as if he hit an iron wall. Imi makes her own lunge, but finds herself on the ground when she's shoved away - and then a moment later, there's the sound of both of her legs snapping as their visitor stomps upon her. When Jeffeth turns for another attack, he finds himself sailing through the air... and then impossibly, the woman intercepts him, her palm shattering his armor and leaving him barely conscious on the ground.
"Gloria spurned me when I challenged them in his name. But you dare think she would heed you? You, who bear his mark upon your heart? You saw him, you bloody fool. You -saw- his shadow, and that let him touch you. That was enough. More than enough. He has given you a task, in his own way. A simple task. And I tell you now, little child of Skald, that you will complete it. You will linger until he has decided you have atoned. Living or dead, it will be done." And with that, the woman turns to go. The field has begun to turn completely black, all the vegetation dying. As an afterthought, she tosses what appears to be a golden coin through the air, landing in the cauldron of the firepit where they had placed their offerings. There's a hissing sound as the fire ceases, then a shattering as the cauldron explodes, the entire firepit now covered with ice.
In the remnants of the firepit, upon the hill of ice that now covers it, is a single golden coin with a rabbit upon it.