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== Wrapping up in Horizon == | == Wrapping up in Horizon == | ||
{{Elistheren}}: On the road, again. This is, certainly the life. Horizon was a nice stop over, but new things are to be discovered out there, and we're hot on the trail of Inigo, yet again. Wait… that isn't a new thing. Well, no matter. We've got him, now! | {{Elistheren}}: On the road, again. This is, certainly the life. Horizon was a nice stop over, but new things are to be discovered out there, and we're hot on the trail of Inigo, yet again. Wait… that isn't a new thing. Well, no matter. We've got him, now! | ||
{{Steinar}}: This feels like a story where the author got super lazy with the sequels. We've done this before, we're doing it again, and we will probably do it a dozen times over. Inigo always seems one step ahead of us. It's like those children's stories of the globetrotting bandit Crimson Coattails and her always getting away ahead of the detectives. | |||
== The Compound == | == The Compound == | ||
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As murder weapons. The inhabitants of this farm aren't interested in our questions, they want to turn us into coin purses. Well, we're certainly not having any of that! | As murder weapons. The inhabitants of this farm aren't interested in our questions, they want to turn us into coin purses. Well, we're certainly not having any of that! | ||
{{Steinar}}: In the short existence I've had, I've had a lot of things shoved inside of me. Never before have I thought about coins. I'm scolded by... well, everyone, for bringing it up. I'm assured this is not a normal, cultural thing, so the seriousness sets in quickly. | |||
The farmers don't take very kindly to questions either. I suppose it will sate Quistis' and Annalana's bloodlust, though, so I guess there is always a positive in situations like this. Bad guys get pounded, and they stop having the shakes. | |||
== What To Do With the Survivors? == | == What To Do With the Survivors? == | ||
{{Elistheren}}: Well, they are a hazard to other travelers. I'm not sure who, if anyone, enforces the law along this stretch of wilderness, but I'd much rather make dealing with them someone else's problem… once they've shown me copies of all their religious documents and practices. I wish them a long time going forward, practicing their faith, preferably without killing random passerby! Living sacrifices should always consent, first. | {{Elistheren}}: Well, they are a hazard to other travelers. I'm not sure who, if anyone, enforces the law along this stretch of wilderness, but I'd much rather make dealing with them someone else's problem… once they've shown me copies of all their religious documents and practices. I wish them a long time going forward, practicing their faith, preferably without killing random passerby! Living sacrifices should always consent, first. | ||
{{Steinar}}: I don't really understand all of the faith stuff, so I just zone out a bit. I do know if the others are innocent, they should be free to go. Their parting gift should be a stern talking to about the value of life and consent, but let go. For some reason, mentioning the consent to bodily harm and modification makes me feel like a hypocrite, but I can't place why... | |||
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Starring: 🌲 Qistis, 📜Elistheren, 🐾 Kaelon
Guest Starring: Inigo, Flesh Golem nee Floating Head, compound cultists
Challenge: cultists, what to do with them
Location: Road between Horizon, Eldolan
Date Played: 2017 Sept 27
Wrapping up in Horizon
📜Elistheren: On the road, again. This is, certainly the life. Horizon was a nice stop over, but new things are to be discovered out there, and we're hot on the trail of Inigo, yet again. Wait… that isn't a new thing. Well, no matter. We've got him, now!
Steinar: This feels like a story where the author got super lazy with the sequels. We've done this before, we're doing it again, and we will probably do it a dozen times over. Inigo always seems one step ahead of us. It's like those children's stories of the globetrotting bandit Crimson Coattails and her always getting away ahead of the detectives.
The Compound
📜Elistheren: Our lead brings us to a small farm surrounded by a palisade. It's open, and as academics, we just wander in. I announce us, after all, we're not here to rob them- just ask some questions.
While poking around, we find a terrifying flesh golem in the barn, presumably in use as farm equipment? There are also many outhouses, stuffed with corpses that are also filled with coins. Possibly in use as…
As murder weapons. The inhabitants of this farm aren't interested in our questions, they want to turn us into coin purses. Well, we're certainly not having any of that!
Steinar: In the short existence I've had, I've had a lot of things shoved inside of me. Never before have I thought about coins. I'm scolded by... well, everyone, for bringing it up. I'm assured this is not a normal, cultural thing, so the seriousness sets in quickly.
The farmers don't take very kindly to questions either. I suppose it will sate Quistis' and Annalana's bloodlust, though, so I guess there is always a positive in situations like this. Bad guys get pounded, and they stop having the shakes.
What To Do With the Survivors?
📜Elistheren: Well, they are a hazard to other travelers. I'm not sure who, if anyone, enforces the law along this stretch of wilderness, but I'd much rather make dealing with them someone else's problem… once they've shown me copies of all their religious documents and practices. I wish them a long time going forward, practicing their faith, preferably without killing random passerby! Living sacrifices should always consent, first.
Steinar: I don't really understand all of the faith stuff, so I just zone out a bit. I do know if the others are innocent, they should be free to go. Their parting gift should be a stern talking to about the value of life and consent, but let go. For some reason, mentioning the consent to bodily harm and modification makes me feel like a hypocrite, but I can't place why...
