I feel ashamed passing out with 3/4 of my post done with...Then again I was kinda asking for it by staying up late a second time.
This town is about to get its fair share of heresy...
This town is about to get its fair share of heresy...
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Sergei looked over the merchant who sold that cursed idol to that poor family from earlier. The man was erratically sprawled out on the ground in front of his stand, clearly deceased by his eyes rolled up behind his sockets and the mass of foamy saliva sprouting out of the man's open mouth. The Inquisitor's gaze shifted from the place to place, noting the details of the merchant's death. People and other merchants huddled up away the Inquisitor, keeping their distance as they watch him observe the scene.
"...You said a spider had done this?" queried Sergei
"Oh, ah, yes M'Lord." the old woman said, uneasiness in her voice. "I-I never seen anything quite like it. I was simply walking by his stand and he just started yelling, rolling over the stand 'ere. Before I knew it, he collapsed dead as a door nail. I knew these streets were at times suspicious but I-"
"Enough...You! Do not touch that statue. Leave it where it is..." the Inquisitor hissed just as a street urchin backed away before they could fold their grasps on one of the idols while no one was looking. He could sense the idols were tainted and didn't want yet another demon incursion.
Her tone was very recognizable to the Inquisitor. Whenever something happens and he becomes involved people begin to worry, usually for the right reasons. Being an Inquisitor had not made him many friends outside of the order usually due to his cold tone of speaking, his stone-still frown, and the occasional declarations of heresy. It was that last part people get antsy about, especially since one little piece of evidence could point directly at them, where they were innocent or not. The natural effect were witnesses or suspects overstating their facts, mixing it in with their opinions. This simply made them more suspicious; Inquisitors basically suspected everyone of heresy, they just simply needed the ammunition to prove it and unlucky to most, they were rather resourceful.
He then eyed the curled up husk of a large spider disturbingly as large as his hand a few feet beside the man. The arachnid's purplish pigmentation and natural markings conveyed its identity of the rare kind and very poisonous of the species. Oddly however, this specific species was not native to this hot climate. Perhaps it was an escaped addition to a living collection of exotic animals? A possibility but Sergei wasn't much in buying coincidences; his target lies dead and unable to voice a confession any more, especially not with all that venom-filled foam. He could resurrected the man and cure his body of ailments but more than likely, he would eventually condemned to the stake; a waste of his holy abilities.
Aside from the tainted statues he would eventually be addressing, the entire scene reeked of foul play. This merchant must have been murdered in order to prevent the disclosure of any important information. Sergei may be old but was far from being a foolish coot and his Inquisitorial introductions has since created the mental mandate to investigate the suspicion of the dark forces, even if there was only a slight hint. Something big was at play here and he was sure he was about to step deeper into it.
Looking back to the dead arachnid, its size and coloration would have been made highly noticeable. It seemed someone had delivered the eight-legged killer in secret before they arrived to the son-to-be dead man and dealt the dirty deed. Examining the marketplace, it was tightly packed with enclosed spaces and people traveling in every direction. The true assassin had to have been closed but considering Zaphere's hot environment, almost half of everyone in the city would be wearing cloaks of some sort and some of the other merchants would have been carrying plenty of supplies, all of which could have been used to hide the spider. Of course there were other options to but sadly he was on the opposite side of the street when the murder occurred; he had no reliable leads to go by and only the witnessed who observed the man's death. It was hardly enough information to go buy which bugged the Inquisitor profusely.
It was not in Sergei's best interests but he had to leave this case postponed due to lack of supporting evidence, despite his own virtual breakdown of the incident. For the moment, he would have to leave the murder to the local patrol whom probably had already arrived but have done nothing in fear of interfering with his own investigation. Sergei turned to the closer of the town guards whom nearly jumped jut as soon as he found the Inquisitor's gaze had set upon him.
"Y-yes M'Lord...?" the soldier anxiously asked.
"A death or possible murder has taken place here. Begin your own investigation and gather the evidence..." the Inquisitor ordered.
Sergei then turned to the former merchant's cursed wares still left undisturbed and accounted fore. Muttering an incantation, he cased a spell over the idols, creating a smooth radiating barrier around them. With the seal in place, there was no hope for the evil residing withing the idol's form to transfer vessels. Granted, here was too much to carry by himself to the local monastery but he simply claimed one of the idols for his own investigation before returning back to the guard.
"I want you to collect this merchant's ware and deliver them to the monastery. The clergy will know what to do with them."
"At once M'Lord!" said the soldier, nearly jumping into a salute.
Sergei eventually made his way out of the dispersing crowd at the guards began their examination of the scene. With the sealed idol in hand, the inquisitor set off to perform his hunt, using the evil in the small statue as a compass. Zaphere was a big town with many residents living in it. But with the scent of corruption in the air, the Inquisitor was now devoted to his new witch hunt. If the city had to burn hotter than the sun it was under before he located his wretched quarry, than so be it.
"...You said a spider had done this?" queried Sergei
"Oh, ah, yes M'Lord." the old woman said, uneasiness in her voice. "I-I never seen anything quite like it. I was simply walking by his stand and he just started yelling, rolling over the stand 'ere. Before I knew it, he collapsed dead as a door nail. I knew these streets were at times suspicious but I-"
"Enough...You! Do not touch that statue. Leave it where it is..." the Inquisitor hissed just as a street urchin backed away before they could fold their grasps on one of the idols while no one was looking. He could sense the idols were tainted and didn't want yet another demon incursion.
Her tone was very recognizable to the Inquisitor. Whenever something happens and he becomes involved people begin to worry, usually for the right reasons. Being an Inquisitor had not made him many friends outside of the order usually due to his cold tone of speaking, his stone-still frown, and the occasional declarations of heresy. It was that last part people get antsy about, especially since one little piece of evidence could point directly at them, where they were innocent or not. The natural effect were witnesses or suspects overstating their facts, mixing it in with their opinions. This simply made them more suspicious; Inquisitors basically suspected everyone of heresy, they just simply needed the ammunition to prove it and unlucky to most, they were rather resourceful.
He then eyed the curled up husk of a large spider disturbingly as large as his hand a few feet beside the man. The arachnid's purplish pigmentation and natural markings conveyed its identity of the rare kind and very poisonous of the species. Oddly however, this specific species was not native to this hot climate. Perhaps it was an escaped addition to a living collection of exotic animals? A possibility but Sergei wasn't much in buying coincidences; his target lies dead and unable to voice a confession any more, especially not with all that venom-filled foam. He could resurrected the man and cure his body of ailments but more than likely, he would eventually condemned to the stake; a waste of his holy abilities.
Aside from the tainted statues he would eventually be addressing, the entire scene reeked of foul play. This merchant must have been murdered in order to prevent the disclosure of any important information. Sergei may be old but was far from being a foolish coot and his Inquisitorial introductions has since created the mental mandate to investigate the suspicion of the dark forces, even if there was only a slight hint. Something big was at play here and he was sure he was about to step deeper into it.
Looking back to the dead arachnid, its size and coloration would have been made highly noticeable. It seemed someone had delivered the eight-legged killer in secret before they arrived to the son-to-be dead man and dealt the dirty deed. Examining the marketplace, it was tightly packed with enclosed spaces and people traveling in every direction. The true assassin had to have been closed but considering Zaphere's hot environment, almost half of everyone in the city would be wearing cloaks of some sort and some of the other merchants would have been carrying plenty of supplies, all of which could have been used to hide the spider. Of course there were other options to but sadly he was on the opposite side of the street when the murder occurred; he had no reliable leads to go by and only the witnessed who observed the man's death. It was hardly enough information to go buy which bugged the Inquisitor profusely.
It was not in Sergei's best interests but he had to leave this case postponed due to lack of supporting evidence, despite his own virtual breakdown of the incident. For the moment, he would have to leave the murder to the local patrol whom probably had already arrived but have done nothing in fear of interfering with his own investigation. Sergei turned to the closer of the town guards whom nearly jumped jut as soon as he found the Inquisitor's gaze had set upon him.
"Y-yes M'Lord...?" the soldier anxiously asked.
"A death or possible murder has taken place here. Begin your own investigation and gather the evidence..." the Inquisitor ordered.
Sergei then turned to the former merchant's cursed wares still left undisturbed and accounted fore. Muttering an incantation, he cased a spell over the idols, creating a smooth radiating barrier around them. With the seal in place, there was no hope for the evil residing withing the idol's form to transfer vessels. Granted, here was too much to carry by himself to the local monastery but he simply claimed one of the idols for his own investigation before returning back to the guard.
"I want you to collect this merchant's ware and deliver them to the monastery. The clergy will know what to do with them."
"At once M'Lord!" said the soldier, nearly jumping into a salute.
Sergei eventually made his way out of the dispersing crowd at the guards began their examination of the scene. With the sealed idol in hand, the inquisitor set off to perform his hunt, using the evil in the small statue as a compass. Zaphere was a big town with many residents living in it. But with the scent of corruption in the air, the Inquisitor was now devoted to his new witch hunt. If the city had to burn hotter than the sun it was under before he located his wretched quarry, than so be it.
Also... @ShiningSector... the old woman will come to the inquisitor about the spider. You know the rest. The man will have foam coming out of the mouth and be dead.
I can work with that~
Already at work with the next post.
lol when I read Heretic I suddenly had a flash back to Warhammer 40k.... "Burn the Heretic!!!!"
There will be much burning.
My post/quarter-of-a-chapter is up (finally).
That was the quickest 1000 word post ever in under a few hours. I feel accomplished...and tired.
That was the quickest 1000 word post ever in under a few hours. I feel accomplished...and tired.
“…How long has this child been under this shadowy influence?” asked a robed man in gold plating, while carrying a tome in hand.
“M’Lord Inquisitor…” began the frightened mother huddled within the protective arms of her concerned husband as they both stood behind the armored priest under the archway of their child’s room, “…About a week, I-I suppose…He has spoken such appalling and dreadful things…No little boy should-“
“Speak such sinful words?” the Inquisitor interrupted with a raspy and powerful voice, keeping his gaze locked on the child whom blankly stared back within the softening confines of his cotton bed, “It is a wonder where he had come across such things...”
“Listen Sergei, you-“ the boy’s father interpreted the priest’s statement as a vile insult and nearly broke into a justifiable outburst were it not for his wife tugging on his old leather vest, silently pleading him not cause trouble with the robed man; the same golden plated priest with a warhammer in the other hand. The husband gave a quite sigh and stepped down from his chest baring stance.
Their son however seemed to have enjoyed the brief instance of hostility looking at his father with a gleefully smile no child should manifest. The Inquisitor though retained his observation of the child whom soon mimicked the man and glowered back. With his eyes narrowing on the child’s ever changing expressions influenced by the fierce harmonic resonance in the room, the Inquisitor brought his tome up and opened it up at a specified index. The boy’s expression began to show color as he watched the priest with new concern.
“I suggest you back up and remain out of the room until I say so.” Sergei said bluntly to the couple without facing them. The husband and wise hesitated but eventually complied with the priest wishes and eased back, still holding on to each other.
It was clear that the two cared deeply of their son and his well being. But at the same time, their worry had staked with the presence of an Inquisitor, a missionary whom everyone rightly feared and a judge who damns the wicked and monstrous to the cleansing flame. And now this Inquisitor was about to perform an exorcism on their son to rid him foul tainting influence. However knowing very well what the priest could do, they had little choice but to watch and hope.
The crimson golden priest suddenly began to chant aloud, speaking the holy texts of his sacred tome. Restrained by sheets interlocking his hands and feet their adjacent bed poles, the boy’s torso unnaturally shot up into their air as he howled in anguish, unable to down the Inquisitor’s voice out. The mother, naturally fearing for her tormented child nearly left the embrace of her husband only to be comforted by her caring life partner.
As the chant progressed, Sergei slowly brought his warhammer into the air, now glowing with a fiery aura while he stood up with his tome still in hand. The priest’s words rang with power, further tormenting the now screaming child whose body squirmed violently against the bed sheet restraints and his own voice tearing at reality with furniture and objects being thrown aimlessly at the Inquisitor who continued his holy preach as the hammer grew brighter and radiant, filling the room with warm and soothing light. More screaming ensued in presence of the light, causing the boy’s body to lash out and leap into the air
“In the name of thy Lord and Architect Pelor, I beseech thee in this dark hour…” Sergei chanted aloud over the child’s demonic screeching, “I call to thee to lend me thy power so I may smite the evil that dwells cowers within this innocent vessel…”
The room shook as the force that resided within the boy slowly manifested its dark shadow across the wall facing the Inquisitor. The dark silhouette’s face contorted in rage and fear, yelling in the most unnatural and scarring of sounds to intimidate and frighten. But the Inquisitor remained stagnant of any weary or unease thoughts and continued the incantation with more light blooming from his warhammer.
“I summon thee, spawn of Tharizdun, relinquish this innocent vessel from thy grasp and leave this plain of existence. My power compels you!” shouted Sergei as a pulse of light sprang out form the hammer, apparently harming the demon shadow as it’s cries echoed though the possessed child as a conduit. “My power compels you! Leave this plain of existence forever!”
The house seemed to shake apart as the shadow entity resisted the Inquisitors empowered demands but soon it could no longer maintain its control over the boy as light burned and pried the demon’s clutches apart. In one final act of desperate defiance, the demon emerged from its shadowy from and took physical shape, lunging at the Inquisitor. But the priest was already well prepared with his hammer raised high before bringing the heavenly fire induced warhammer onto the demon. The harsh connection between sanctified heavy metal and otherworldly flesh sounded off as the demon’s body instantly became limb and evaporated in cleansing light.
“Be gone foul creature…” the Inquisitor hissed.
With the dark essence now completely dissolved from the house hold, the many objects telekinetically thrust into the air fell harmlessly to the ground. The boy’s bedroom was littered in wooden debris but when the Inquisitor motioned for the parents to finally enter, they quickly closed distance with their boy and gripped him tight within their loving embrace. The child eventually came to and understandably cried in despair of his horrific trial.
With his work now complete, the Inquisitor blessed the house hold and gathered his belongings before making his way to the door before being intercepted by the mother’s relieved voice. “Th-Thank you so much M’Lord Inquisitor! How can we ever repay you for your blessed deeds…?
The priest stopped inches from the door and gave a silent grunt before turning to the boy’s mother; clearly he didn’t like his name being said in association “Give your thanks to the holy church as they have sent you their missionary to cleanse your humble abode…”
Suddenly, the Inquisitor quickly turned his attention to a well sculpted idol placed neatly center on the dining table across the room, an ebony-like aura emanating from its deceptive form, the same aura as the demon’s. Giving a quick chant and channeling this magic through warhammer, a condensed surge of fire erupted from the ignited steel, disintegrating the idol in an instant.
“And for Pelor’s sake! Don’t accept cheap idols from shady street merchants!” he bellowed in irritation before making his leave from the home.
Closing the door gently, Sergei sighed; easing his tenseness from the entire ordeal. The family had apparently been tricked by a merchant whom claimed the idol was an item of good luck which turned out to be nothing more than a vessel for an evil spirit wanting a host to feed of. Luckily, the couple had identified where they had last saw the merchant…Or Witch as Sergei believed this shady salesman to be. With a provided course, Sergei set out to locate the merchant, looking forward to end yet another bloody heretic.
“M’Lord Inquisitor…” began the frightened mother huddled within the protective arms of her concerned husband as they both stood behind the armored priest under the archway of their child’s room, “…About a week, I-I suppose…He has spoken such appalling and dreadful things…No little boy should-“
“Speak such sinful words?” the Inquisitor interrupted with a raspy and powerful voice, keeping his gaze locked on the child whom blankly stared back within the softening confines of his cotton bed, “It is a wonder where he had come across such things...”
“Listen Sergei, you-“ the boy’s father interpreted the priest’s statement as a vile insult and nearly broke into a justifiable outburst were it not for his wife tugging on his old leather vest, silently pleading him not cause trouble with the robed man; the same golden plated priest with a warhammer in the other hand. The husband gave a quite sigh and stepped down from his chest baring stance.
Their son however seemed to have enjoyed the brief instance of hostility looking at his father with a gleefully smile no child should manifest. The Inquisitor though retained his observation of the child whom soon mimicked the man and glowered back. With his eyes narrowing on the child’s ever changing expressions influenced by the fierce harmonic resonance in the room, the Inquisitor brought his tome up and opened it up at a specified index. The boy’s expression began to show color as he watched the priest with new concern.
“I suggest you back up and remain out of the room until I say so.” Sergei said bluntly to the couple without facing them. The husband and wise hesitated but eventually complied with the priest wishes and eased back, still holding on to each other.
It was clear that the two cared deeply of their son and his well being. But at the same time, their worry had staked with the presence of an Inquisitor, a missionary whom everyone rightly feared and a judge who damns the wicked and monstrous to the cleansing flame. And now this Inquisitor was about to perform an exorcism on their son to rid him foul tainting influence. However knowing very well what the priest could do, they had little choice but to watch and hope.
The crimson golden priest suddenly began to chant aloud, speaking the holy texts of his sacred tome. Restrained by sheets interlocking his hands and feet their adjacent bed poles, the boy’s torso unnaturally shot up into their air as he howled in anguish, unable to down the Inquisitor’s voice out. The mother, naturally fearing for her tormented child nearly left the embrace of her husband only to be comforted by her caring life partner.
As the chant progressed, Sergei slowly brought his warhammer into the air, now glowing with a fiery aura while he stood up with his tome still in hand. The priest’s words rang with power, further tormenting the now screaming child whose body squirmed violently against the bed sheet restraints and his own voice tearing at reality with furniture and objects being thrown aimlessly at the Inquisitor who continued his holy preach as the hammer grew brighter and radiant, filling the room with warm and soothing light. More screaming ensued in presence of the light, causing the boy’s body to lash out and leap into the air
“In the name of thy Lord and Architect Pelor, I beseech thee in this dark hour…” Sergei chanted aloud over the child’s demonic screeching, “I call to thee to lend me thy power so I may smite the evil that dwells cowers within this innocent vessel…”
The room shook as the force that resided within the boy slowly manifested its dark shadow across the wall facing the Inquisitor. The dark silhouette’s face contorted in rage and fear, yelling in the most unnatural and scarring of sounds to intimidate and frighten. But the Inquisitor remained stagnant of any weary or unease thoughts and continued the incantation with more light blooming from his warhammer.
“I summon thee, spawn of Tharizdun, relinquish this innocent vessel from thy grasp and leave this plain of existence. My power compels you!” shouted Sergei as a pulse of light sprang out form the hammer, apparently harming the demon shadow as it’s cries echoed though the possessed child as a conduit. “My power compels you! Leave this plain of existence forever!”
The house seemed to shake apart as the shadow entity resisted the Inquisitors empowered demands but soon it could no longer maintain its control over the boy as light burned and pried the demon’s clutches apart. In one final act of desperate defiance, the demon emerged from its shadowy from and took physical shape, lunging at the Inquisitor. But the priest was already well prepared with his hammer raised high before bringing the heavenly fire induced warhammer onto the demon. The harsh connection between sanctified heavy metal and otherworldly flesh sounded off as the demon’s body instantly became limb and evaporated in cleansing light.
“Be gone foul creature…” the Inquisitor hissed.
With the dark essence now completely dissolved from the house hold, the many objects telekinetically thrust into the air fell harmlessly to the ground. The boy’s bedroom was littered in wooden debris but when the Inquisitor motioned for the parents to finally enter, they quickly closed distance with their boy and gripped him tight within their loving embrace. The child eventually came to and understandably cried in despair of his horrific trial.
With his work now complete, the Inquisitor blessed the house hold and gathered his belongings before making his way to the door before being intercepted by the mother’s relieved voice. “Th-Thank you so much M’Lord Inquisitor! How can we ever repay you for your blessed deeds…?
The priest stopped inches from the door and gave a silent grunt before turning to the boy’s mother; clearly he didn’t like his name being said in association “Give your thanks to the holy church as they have sent you their missionary to cleanse your humble abode…”
Suddenly, the Inquisitor quickly turned his attention to a well sculpted idol placed neatly center on the dining table across the room, an ebony-like aura emanating from its deceptive form, the same aura as the demon’s. Giving a quick chant and channeling this magic through warhammer, a condensed surge of fire erupted from the ignited steel, disintegrating the idol in an instant.
“And for Pelor’s sake! Don’t accept cheap idols from shady street merchants!” he bellowed in irritation before making his leave from the home.
Closing the door gently, Sergei sighed; easing his tenseness from the entire ordeal. The family had apparently been tricked by a merchant whom claimed the idol was an item of good luck which turned out to be nothing more than a vessel for an evil spirit wanting a host to feed of. Luckily, the couple had identified where they had last saw the merchant…Or Witch as Sergei believed this shady salesman to be. With a provided course, Sergei set out to locate the merchant, looking forward to end yet another bloody heretic.
It blows when your work is an hour away from your house and you work an 8 hour shift...figure 10 hours tops =/
Meh no matter, glad to see everyone gearing to go.
Hope to bust open an explosive intro after work.
Meh no matter, glad to see everyone gearing to go.
Hope to bust open an explosive intro after work.
And as a forwarning....
I suppose now you wait for @EWillden to accept your character
I've already PMed @EWillden in regards for character approval. It has been accepted.
Kinda felt awkward posting it then when the #12 spot had just been filled.
welcome, shining. I hope your character gets pissed off at Ellyn as much as everyone else is
Old Man Heretic Hunter here probably would...And still resent everyone else in the process.
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