Ruin's Dawn: Light Gluttony

[Pig Boy]

The crossbow and its bolts of light narrowly missed on the first volley, as the peaceful aura of Faith's safe hearth slowed his hand as he moved to attack the Herald, though his intentions weren't to harm. However, as the Herald traced the Mark of Faith on his flesh, a chill began to take hold of his joints, enough that plunging the dagger into his heart wouldn't go fast enough to evade the second crossbow bolt from Padraig. It knocked the athame out of his hand, and rebounded, then crossing the Mark of Faith, crossing it out on his other arm before dissipating.

Then the stone prison that Faith invoked from her Patron Moseke rose from the stones of the Cathedral, and imprisoned the Herald. It was thus stuck, unable to harm himself, and ready for questioning. Nearby, the Sevrath priestess and Stone Talon stood by, bemused but not completely disarmed. Stone Talon moved up toward the front of the church, and then gestured toward the Herald. "You two want to do the honors, of quesitoning him? I can lead us underground, to where these fools have been scouring the Underway for certain sources of power. In their lust for it, I'm afraid they might've awakened ancient evils... But the Herald knows the way. It will be difficult to make it without his knowledge of the Undercroft's secrets."

This said, Stone Talon and the Sevrath Priestess stood by, ready to follow Faith and Padraig's lead.



The corridor went a ways ahead, and Jasper was able to follow it, fighting the influence of the Spirit of turmoil. Eldloga continued to speak to him despite the spirit of Turmoil that now beset him. "This Turmoil has been unleashed by the one calling himself Judge... I do not know where he gains the power to command such a spirit... perhaps one of your companions knows?"

The corridor went aways down, but eventually jasper found himself before a large wooden door, carved from ebony wood. Beyond it, if he opened it, he'd find a fair few artifacts and treasures of the Theocratum. Daggers, chalices, and a sumptuously decorated chamber. At the far end, a candle-stick protruded from the wall. Eldloga spoke again, "I don't believe that candle fixture is what it seems..."



The Judge nodded as he could almost sense the turmoil in the Ithecal before him. He knew he'd lit a fire in him, that would still burn a while after his ideath. And then, he realized part of his role in this hidden Underway, was to confront the son of Faldrun, and give birth to doubt in him. He couldn't deny his nature for long, and it was only a matter of time before the father met the son again.

"Give my regards to Faldrun, then." The Judge muttered, as they were set to clash. Yet, the ithecal's invocation which slowed time had the effect of making the Judge just slow enough that his reaction times were on par with Varlum. Even so, it did give Varlum an advantage, in that he could bring his considerable strength and size to bear in this fight.

Yet, even with the power that the Sesserwings gave him, even with his expertise with the elements, when it came to the manipulation of fire, an expert defier was no match in that with an adored of the God of Fire and the Sun. The Judge was protected by a fiery aura, which burned and singed the Ithecal's stony skin. It nearly melted his skin.

When he tried to tamp down on the temperature of the Faldrunium sword, it didn't work. The influence of the adored of Faldrun's command of fire rendered his magic inadequate in power to override his own command of the flames engulfing it. Yet, as the Judge began to slash at Varlum's midsection, creating a superficial but very painful cut there, the Ithecal's jaws lowered on the judge, but were repelled by a fiery blast from the top of his head.

They were both pushed back by the force.

Inside, Varlum could feel the power of his spark stirring, calling to him, promising the power he needed to override this servant of Faldrun's command of fire. If he would only give in to it, he would have more than enough power for the flames to defer, and the Judge would be at his mercy.

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[Varlum]

As the man swung and sliced at Varlum the heat overwhelmed him, the blow nowhere near fatal yet still causing intense pain as Varlum hissed and went for his bite. It was all he could do on instinct, his defiance almost unresponsive when it came to controlling the flames. It wasn't something he was unfamiliar with, but against one man in a situation like this it had caught the Ithecal off-guard.

It had only taken a small moment to realize how much danger he was in, the Judge clashing with him and both feeling the blow. The initial wave of heat had burned with an intensity unlike anything Varlum had ever felt before, before the shockwave sent both of the men backwards, the Mortalborn using the air to catch himself - landing with his hand on the floor to keep his balance. Deep, heavy breaths flowed through the Ithecal as he felt it, the deep calling that burned through him. It was beyond addicting, more than just power now. Defiance had become a part of who he was, the deep bond with the Elements forming and changing him as a person.

Now, they called harder than ever, and Varlum knew what he had to do.

"You're wrong. You and my father, you're both wrong" he snarled deeply, feeling the power starting to rise through him as the rocks over his scales shuffled and moved. "That anger and turmoil won't bring me closer to him. It's the weapon I'll kill him with myself" he hissed, before a deep surge of power burst through his veins, the blood inside of him starting to burn in a way that did not hurt - yet he felt it. As it did so the Earth around him moved and wrapped itself further into him, giving the already stone armor he wore permanently sharper features, such as claws and spines down his back that could rend flesh with ease. A deep comfort when stood on the Earth followed, and his eyes glowed with the magma that started to fill his core and convert his skin.

Standing fully, he roared out a Dragon's Cry, the roar reaching out as far as two miles. At times he would roar out in that way to intimidate people - but now was different. Now was primal, raw ferocity that shook the room. With the wings of Syroa still bursting through his back, and the sudden surge in power, he felt his ability to control the flames come back to him in full force. Through a glowing glare, Varlum grabbed control of the flames around him and called them to him, his new Kin element dancing around him should it do as he commanded.

Then, as the Earth underneath the Judge gripped onto his ankle hard, attempting to crush it, Varlum reached inside the man. A race made of fire. Varlum could feel the heat in him, the Ithecal beckoning for it to erupt and burst. Whether it worked or not, the master defier would move forward on the offensive now, using the molten claws on his hand to slash through the Aukari, aiming for a lethal blow to the neck. This was a statement now, to Faldrun and his plans for Varlum, his hope that the turmoil inside the man might help him reach his side. He refused. One day, he would find Faldrun, and on that day he would not stand beside him.

He intended to stand over his body.

[Faith Augustin]

Ruins Dawn

Faith glanced at Padraig and a slight, tense smile crossed her lips. They had first fought together, against shadow beasts in 716, while he'd been teaching her about angles and mathematics. She'd begged him to let her do the fighting, but he'd refused of course and so, she'd said something to him then which had more or less defined each trial thereafter for them. "Together," her eyes watched him as she said it, checking that he was alright.

At least, she considered, there were no florists being flung about as there had been then and she wasn't grabbing one of his kitchen knives as he waved around a sword he didn't really know how to use. Their links and marks and so many things about them meant that they knew each other, fought well together and they moved in unison. It was simultaneously something she relied on and marvelled at. It meant that they were often a closed unit, she knew, but they both tried to involve others where possible. Varlum was a trusted friend and Jasper seemed like a good person - a really good one, which Faith appreciated.

However.

Stone Talon asked if they wanted to "do the honours" and Faith raised an eyebrow. "I'm sorry, but who are you?" She asked that in a quiet, friendly enough and quite calm voice, but she had no intention of having anyone waltz in here and, by virtue of not being the raving lunatics who were the Judge and the Herald, slip in unnoticed. There was a part of her which wanted to simply accept these people - one marked by Moseke, the other this Stone Talon. It was difficult not to assume she could trust the Sevrath-marked, but then Faith had seen too much and experienced too much betrayal to fully trust anyone who wasn't in their inner circle again.

Glancing at Padraig, she didn't have to say any of that to him, and she knew that he would be watching, keeping an eye. And so, she turned to the Herald. There was death all over him, his form was caked in blood. Faith looked at him, her gaze on him and she locked eyes with him. "Do you really believe you understand death?" Her eyes looked at him in pity and sorrow.

And then, she met his gaze. Padraig knew her, of course, knew what she was doing. He'd seen her do it more than once.

"Tell me," she said, quietly. "Tell me of the Judge and the people you have here. Tell me of what you do and who you serve. Tell me of the items. Tell me who you are. Who are these people. Tell me." Pausing between each question, Faith did not hesitate to take the memories which she knew her questions would provokeSometimes a Bellinos is not the kindest within the realm of memories. Stolen moments steals a memory being recalled from one mind and adds it to the Bellinos. So long as the Bellinos maintains eye contact, they can steal whatever memory is currently being actively recalled in the victim. Often, a Bellinos will do this to steal particularly damaging memory from one individual and deal with it themselves.. Her questions were relentless and, with every memory she took she got details, and then she asked about those details. Each and every detail, she followed up with meticulous attention to detail.

And she never once dropped her gaze.

Meanwhile, her small Warden diri, Cyshe, made her way to make sure that Varlum and Jasper were ok. Keeping in touch was, after all, important. "Are you two alright? " The tiny creature asked, revealing herself to Varlum as a fellow Warden. "Do you need help?"

Light Gluttony

[Padraig]

Padraig's first attempt with his bow, perhaps unsurprisingly given all the elements in play, fell short or more particularly sailed off target, due to the slight sluggishness in his response.

If there were any extra challenges that came of he and Faith working with and alongside each other without a thought, that might have been one of them. Except that their increased ease at working together over all this time, meant that he tended to think one step ahead and adjust accordingly.

And so the second shot, as hoped, met it's mark and he smiled when Faith spoke. "Together, always," he said, and thanked the powers that be, that his first shot hadn't resulted in an innocent bystander being struck when it had gone astray. At any rate, now the Herald would go nowhere at all and his hands were effectively tied for the moment. And then Talon turned up and made his way forward.

When Talong spoke, Padraig frowned. Why was it that ancient evils, of any sort, seemed always to be harboring themselves deep underground? And why was it, that usually the only way you were going to find and vanquish them was by gaining the cooperation of an individual that one would rather see eliminated for good, than not? There was no scientific formula to resolve it, the scholar thought. Then again, Padraig wasn't entirely convinced they should trust the word of anyone here. The Herald's word, even if they were to gain something from him. This Talon individual, or even the priestess for that matter.

Faith cut to the heart of that concern to an extent, and in these things, Padraig was inclined to trust her judgment. Therefore he fell easily into his own adopted role, that of protecting her and keeping a watchful eye on all of them. He knew what she was doing in the meantime. The Herald didn't stand a chance.

[Jasper]

“Whoever fights monsters should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster”


― Friedrich
Nietzsche

Jasper Rel Ardiechy

Ruin's Dawn: Light Gluttony
35 of Saun, 721

Jasper continued to walk down the path and he focused on breathing and fighting the crushing attacks of the spirit of turmoil. Jasper wasn’t moving as quickly as he would have normally but he continued to push on through the spirits efforts slow him down. He knew that he wouldn’t be able to push through so assault if he didn’t have Eldloga’s calming presences with him. The spirit while not a exact opposite to turmoil was enough of opposite to help. Once couldn’t have a peaceful hearth with turmoil, but a peaceful hearth could stand as a beacon against turmoil and that is what Jasper used it as he continued on his way.

He clung to the spirits words as it spoke about how powerful this spirit of turmoil. Jasper nodded his head and though for a moment. “Does the Judge actually command the spirit of Turmoil or is he such a good agent of Turmoil that the spirit just does what he says because it feeds itself off the turmoil. Basically the two of them are in one of those relationships where they need each other to surivive.” He took a breath and pushed on some more clinging to the image of those he was fighting for. “Once I find them I will ask.”

Soon they found themselves in one of the ceremonial storage rooms. Jasper paused and looked around at the grander and felt himself shudder. Jasper wasn’t opposed to gold and wealth, but this place tainted those valuable materials, twisted there beauty and made them ugly. The Aesir was aware that one or two items from this room would help set him up in life, but part of him crawl with the though of what tainted practices they had been used for. He found a hidden reserve spurred on by revolution and moved his way towards the candle that Eldloga noticed.

His brown eyes looked at the thing but he didn’t instantly grab it. He wasn’t sure what would happen if he pulled the candle, but he could feel the spark in him perk up, and Jasper took a deep breath and then pulling upon his Aether and using his spark began to use phasing to see that the thing was connected to, hoping to avoid a trap, either by pulling it or seeing what was waiting if it opened a door. If he was able to determine where it went and what it did, and assuming it was safe he would pull the leaver.

"We are them who have been Called
to Fight Ruin itself."

Jasper has been called by Qylios
To fight Faldrun in Light Gluttony

[Pig Boy]

"Oh Child. Child." The Judge laughed, and danced within and without Varlum's guard with seemingly little effort, delivering token slashes and cuts, enough to cause tremendous lingering pain, but not enough to incapacitate or kill. It was almost as if he was toying with him, and had no intention of bringing him down.

Yet, at the instant that he detected the call of Defiant fire kin within the Ithecal, his eyes flared in hatred. "No! Begone foul spark! I shall purge you myself!" The Judge attempted to rush Varlum then but was caught on the foot by the earthen trap that the mage had set for him. "Hmph, no matter..." Varlum could feel the blood boiling hot in the Aukari, the essence of fire threatening to fill the entire chasm they fought over. He attempted to manipulate the elemental fire within his blood.

But then he saw his error, as with the prompting of arcane mastery, he was able to wrest control of the flames from the Adored of Faldrun. The fire made a token motion to burn away at that trap, which would doubtless have taken off his foot. Yet the Judge wasn't playing for fun anymore. He intended to throw his life away to purge that Defiant parasite lurking in the son of Faldrun.

Yet as he called on the fire, it began to tear through his skin in fissures. Along the veins of the Aukari Judge, it ran like rivers through his entire body. Though he was moderately protected against external flames, the combination of the Sesserwings and Varlum's mastery of fire overthrew his protections. He burned slowly, still trapped on that earthen snare. And Varlum would watch him burn.

As his screams died down, and he fell to the ground, helpless but still clinging to life somehow even though Varlum had clawed at his neck, it'd healed slightly. He would be dead soon, but for now he was no threat. Varlum could swear he heard something. A thumping sound, like when the blood pumped so strongly that one could hear it in their ears. He heard that now, but it came from outside of himself.

Jasper could hear it too, even as he tried to discern the makeup of the mechanism behind the candlestick. He surveyed behind the wall, and could see nothing that was overtly threatening. But with a lack of Engineering knowledge, it was possible he missed something here. Eldloga gave no advice either way, but remained on guard for him, lighting the space they were in.



In the Cathedral of the Wounded God, Faith and Padraig had trapped the Herald, but meanwhile were suspicious of the strange Ithecal that had appeared as if on cue, and possibly the Sevrath priestess who displayed some foreknowledge of this 'Stone Talon'.

Stone Talon bowed, and furrowed his eye-ridges as he pardoned himself, "Apologies. I am Stone Talon. I and my free Ithecal brethren were enslaved by the Elites of this city for ages. Now, we made our base in the farmlands beneath the cavernous depths. That is where Quacia grows its food, you see... Er..."

Stone Talon seemed at a loss for words, looking to the Sevrath priestess for help. She nodded, and coughed into her hand before explaining to Faith and Padraig, "He has converted to the Stone Mother's faith. I came from Desnind, to try and help Quacia heal from its terrible siege. But the Theocratum, and the Royal Court did not want our help. I am the only priestess left, these Ithecal gave me protection. I think you can trust them, but it's entirely your choice." The priestess gave Stone Talon a chiding look.

But then, Faith turned her attention to the Herald and began interrogating him. He therefore was forced to confess, whether by his own tongue or through the extraction of memories, all of the lore of the Theocratum. Through their link, Padraig and Faith were treated to it all. The Blood sacrifices of young and old, accidental cuts being escalated to full-on murder. People living in fear of the enemy outside, and the tyranny within. And finally some of the lore of the Wounded God, the marks of Faith, of Penitence, and the ultimate punishment of Anathema. The reign of the Corpse King, to the Gilded Tyranny of the restored Arkenstone Family.

And finally, the secret passages that lay beneath the Cathedral. More or less were laid bare to them both. And as that happened, they also heard the subtle heartbeats outside of their ears, a dreadful pounding that assaulted their hearing.

OOC

Ok Faith and Padraig, I can give you details about all of this, but if I wrote it down here I'd essentially be copy pasting the entire Wiki page of Quacia . Suffice to say, you're aware of all of that information, and then some. Now, If you have questions, please do ask me. I'm here to help.

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[Faith Augustin]

Ruins Dawn

The words of Stone Talon and the Sevrath priestess were enough to persuade Faith that she didn't need to get a lift up on to Padraig's shoulders in order to give the Stone Talon a steely glare. Instead, she nodded. "It's a pleasure to meet you," she said.

Then, she turned her attention to the Herald. Her questions were quiet, gentle, firm, unyielding, and he gave her all the information. More than she wanted or needed, but all of it. Looking at Padraig, she had the expression of a woman who was determined. "This ends," she said softly. Turning back to the Herald, she looked at him with a whole wealth of emotion in her silver eyes. "This ends," she repeated, quietly.

The things she had seen in his memories made her feel simultaneously horrified and furious; Faith shook with emotion, but she had no time for such now. Lifting up her hands, she looked at them carefully and then she spoke again to the Herald. "I would say that it is not my place to judge you," her voice was cold, calm. Her hands continued their movement up and she placed them on his face. "But in Pier and Pre's name, it is." She activated her abilityIt is the duty of the Gwelliph to impart punishment upon those that have committed actions which go against the moral code the Gwelliph embodies. This does not necessarily mean that a crime has been committed but that the target of this ability has does something that the Gwelliph deems a sin or is not in line with their morality. The Blessed must make physical contact with the target in order to impart the effect of this ability, which may be used once a trial. Once touched a punishment will be dealt. This punishment is up to the Blessed, although at this level it will be no more severe than physical discomfort (pain, high fever, etc), physical restraint (such as being unable to move out of a small room that the Blessed has selected for a short period of time), or emotional discomfort (such as overwhelming feelings of remorse). The punishment is such that it would require expert levels of Discipline or Endurance to resist, and even then the target would be significantly affected by the punishment. The Blessed can determine how long it lasts, to a maximum of one break (Favored),, granted by her favoured mark.

"Feel the weight of your crimes," she said to him. To Stone Talon and the Sevrath, then, she spoke softly. "He needs to be restrained and held to account for what he has done. The violence has to end, and law has to change. Here. Now." She raised an eyebrow and looked at them both. "It will need to start with you."

Once the Herald was dealt with, Faith looked at Padraig. "It's two heartbeats, I think. But there are others, lesser ones. Two main ones." Faith closed her eyes and concentrated on the sound. "It sounds like biqaj hearts. Their blood pumps at a particular speed and with a different pressure. I can hear it. Two biqaj. We have to go."

Looking to where Varlum and Jasper had gone and, with their newfound knowledge of the caverns, Faith knew that she should be able to work out which direction to go in. However, no matter what else she was, Faith was fundamentally herself and so, she looked at Padraig. "I'm lost," she said. "Which direction did they go in? We need to get to Varlum and Jasper, and then make our way through to these secret hidden caverns, and find out what that heartbeat is all about. But," she sighed slightly in frustration at herself. Then, she looked at her husband. "Would you lead the way, darling, I appear to be rather useless."

Light Gluttony

[Varlum]

Despite the lingering pain from the sharp slashes over his body, Varlum watched the man erupt into violent flames, eyes staring at the agony he was in as he screamed and dropped to the floor. Faldrun's protection had been broken down by the Defiance, a spark burning alive inside of Varlum with power. It was a new level of energy, a new sensation deep inside of himself. Any time he had reached for Defiance before it had danced with life, the Elements accepting him and moving with him. But this was something else entirely. As he breathed, the burning magma inside of him breathed too. As he reached for the flames they did more than answer, they embraced his call, as if he was one with them.

It was power.

At the sound of a heartbeat in his ears, Varlum paused, but his eyes focused forward not wanting to look away from the Judge for even a moment. Trills went by and for just a couple of them he looked at what he had done, before finally approaching the man, knowing he would die soon but not wanting to give him any chance to change that. "I hope you see Faldrun when you pass" he said with a cold, calm tone to his voice as the thoughts rushed through his head of all that his father had done to the people he loved. All of the people he had lost or seen hurt because of Faldrun and his games. Slowly, Varlum placed a stone-covered foot over the man's head, keeping the weight lifted for just a moment.

"Tell him his wish will come true. He'll be seeing his son soon. Tell him I'm coming" he snarled, before pushing his foot down as hard as he could, attempting to end the Judge's life quickly and without more pain than he had endured. It wasn't mercy, it was a warning. Whatever happened in his life now, whatever came next down the line, Varlum would put an end to the Immortal of Flames. His Spark grew stronger, strong enough that even his own marked couldn't overpower him now. With more time to train, more time to fight, he would be ready.

Once the Judge was dead Varlum turned around and looked for any visible sign of the beating in his ears, glowing eyes tracing around the room for a moment. As he did he reached for his Defiance and felt both the Earth and his new Kin, Fire, to see if either were moving in a way they normally wouldn't be. If he could use the Earth to track any people or hidden passageways nearby he would be set, and his reach of Fire was for one purpose - Faldrun and his marked. If they reached for flames, if a sudden wave of heat appeared, he would do his best to track it down and figure out what it was as quickly as possible.

[Padraig]

If Stone Talon's apparent nervousness and even near stammering explanation was good enough for Faith, it was good enough for Padraig. He could honestly say it was the first time he'd seen a, well as good as a walking wall, struggle with nerves and confidence, but for everything there was always a first. The same for Moseke's follower, so far as confidence was concerned. Padraig trusted Faith's sense of things completely, as it was.

He was still keeping a close eye on them all, however. Padraig was well acquainted with Faith's tendency to go in full tilt in the protection of others, after all, and so he considered it his self appointed task to protect her in the process. Not that she couldn't handle herself very well. Far from it. "Pleased to meet you both," he said. The Herald meanwhile, due to Faith's efforts revealed quite a lot. Things he wouldn't have done, had he not been subject to her whim at the moment.

Damned bloody cults, he thought, in regards to this Wounded God nonsense. But obviously there were some who'd gone all in on the idea, and others who'd been dragged in. Perhaps against their will at first or due to fear. But the end result was as tragic either way. What was revealed of what lay beneath the cathedral seemed monumentally more useful at the moment, and Padraig paid close mind, committing what he learned to memory. All those little details that he could call on when and if the time came.

As for the heartbeats? Biqaj, Faith said, and Padraig nodded in response. She was right though, they needed to get moving and he did so at her side as he had been since they'd first arrived. Faith's sense of direction was as developed now as it ever had been, and he couldn't help but grin when she declared herself lost, almost immediately. "Now why am I not surprised?" he asked, though his grin made it clear that he didn't need or expect an answer.

"That way," he said, recalling what he'd sensed and seen just a bit or two earlier. But of course it would be nice to know just which direction that way was, and so dipping into the sack that he'd been carrying when they'd first been spirited away from this place, he pulled out a small compass and opened it, then gave it a look as he took the lead, bow at the ready if need be.

[Jasper]

“Whoever fights monsters should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster”


― Friedrich
Nietzsche

Jasper Rel Ardiechy

Ruin's Dawn: Light Gluttony
35 of Saun, 721

Jasper sighed as he realized that he wouldn’t be able to really tell me by looking at the hard wear. He had opened it might be simple, but it was eating up time and Jasper suspected that if waisted time he might be able to figure it out but the others were moving along and so should he be. Jasper did wish he knew a bit more about the way stuff like this worked. Though it wasn’t serious enough that he would start becoming an engineer when he got home.

He released the phasing and looked at the candle stick as he grabbed it though he heard the sound of the heart suddenly beating all around him. Jasper pulled the fake candle bracket in surprise at the sound of the heart, and then jumped back suddenly unnerved by both his action and also by the sound of the heart beating.

Jasper took a deep breath as he pushed his focus through. This place was just strange, he had the spirit of turmoil trying to terrify him, this funny contraception and then to add to it a overly loud beating heart. Jasper paused and took long breaths, pulling the air through his nose and slowly out his mouth. With it he focused on driving out the fear and worry trying to overcome him. He then reached out for Eldloga and asked simple. “What is that heart beat?” He waited for an answer that then turned his attention seeing what pulling that leaver had done.

"We are them who have been Called
to Fight Ruin itself."

Jasper has been called by Qylios
To fight Faldrun in Light Gluttony