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4/14/2025, 3:44:35 AM
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The door creaked as it was pushed. Light enters when
>you raise the sacred light you kept burning
>Folo lights one of his five torches
There are no more pews in the church, and on the stone floor lies a pile of rotting, naked, and partially eaten corpses—around fourteen souls who had entrenched themselves in that house of God against the soldiers of Hell. Squeaking rats gather to devour the fetid mound. The altars have been toppled, the tabernacle looted, and a dead Christ in a glass casket lies shattered on the ground. The few intact stained-glass windows still hanging tell fragments of a story you do not know: first a king, with a halo, and after many broken panels, another king—without a halo and with wings—sits on the throne...
Folo stomps hard with his heel on a rat, which squeals and writhes. Seeing this sends a shiver down your spine. Folo laughs at what he’s done.
>You scold him for arbitrary cruelty and heal the small creature of God, setting boundaries
>You don't waste words or power, preserving your relationship for the greater good of the mission
>write in
With the beam of light, a soul rises among the recent carnage. A single knight in plate armor. There's a crack in the wall behind him. He tries to flee in a spasm, but stumbles over the legs of the corpse he's clutching and falls to the ground.
“Damn it! Get away from me! Leave me alone! … Please...”
Filthy and foul-smelling, with embroidered garb, blood-drenched hair and face, and cheeks hollowed by hunger. He holds a naked body clutched with his left arm, while the soaked bandages of his amputated right arm drip onto the floor. His armor leaks dried blood from multiple wounds. You know what to do.
“Fear not! Behold, the Lord has brought you provision and consolation.”
You approach slowly and touch his skin with your small, soft hands. They glow gold, and the glow spreads to the man’s wounds, which close completely. The amputated arm scars over, but does not regrow. The body he was embracing, however, is dead and remains unaffected.
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The door creaked as it was pushed. Light enters when
>you raise the sacred light you kept burning
>Folo lights one of his five torches
There are no more pews in the church, and on the stone floor lies a pile of rotting, naked, and partially eaten corpses—around fourteen souls who had entrenched themselves in that house of God against the soldiers of Hell. Squeaking rats gather to devour the fetid mound. The altars have been toppled, the tabernacle looted, and a dead Christ in a glass casket lies shattered on the ground. The few intact stained-glass windows still hanging tell fragments of a story you do not know: first a king, with a halo, and after many broken panels, another king—without a halo and with wings—sits on the throne...
Folo stomps hard with his heel on a rat, which squeals and writhes. Seeing this sends a shiver down your spine. Folo laughs at what he’s done.
>You scold him for arbitrary cruelty and heal the small creature of God, setting boundaries
>You don't waste words or power, preserving your relationship for the greater good of the mission
>write in
With the beam of light, a soul rises among the recent carnage. A single knight in plate armor. There's a crack in the wall behind him. He tries to flee in a spasm, but stumbles over the legs of the corpse he's clutching and falls to the ground.
“Damn it! Get away from me! Leave me alone! … Please...”
Filthy and foul-smelling, with embroidered garb, blood-drenched hair and face, and cheeks hollowed by hunger. He holds a naked body clutched with his left arm, while the soaked bandages of his amputated right arm drip onto the floor. His armor leaks dried blood from multiple wounds. You know what to do.
“Fear not! Behold, the Lord has brought you provision and consolation.”
You approach slowly and touch his skin with your small, soft hands. They glow gold, and the glow spreads to the man’s wounds, which close completely. The amputated arm scars over, but does not regrow. The body he was embracing, however, is dead and remains unaffected.
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