Chapter 3: Drink Deep From the River of My Hate

Apr 28, 2025 11:26 am
Death stalks the followers of the High One. Rumors of burned shrines, sacked temples, murdered priests spread across the borderlands, leading some to clutch their icons and pass their time on their knees praying for salvation, while others turn their backs to the Lord on High and seek succor in other faiths. The villains responsible leave a trail of ruin and broken lives as they move farther and farther south. Someone must take a stand against these enemies!

The Hammers of the High One have dispatched Lauretta, and by extension, the rest of you, to Auxen Vale. There, at Saint Mikkel's Shrine, a priest of the High One named Father Montaine is hosting a war council to mount an effective defense against these raiders. You are on your way there now...
Apr 28, 2025 6:41 pm
Walking with the others on trail, Lauretta looked much the same as she had some months ago when the group was at Two Forks. The only exception seemed to be that the eight-pointed star pendant that was her holy symbol had been replaced by a silver, fiery skull. She wasn't thrilled about the change, appreciating the reminder of the High One's eight virtues more. Still, it was a necessary change if she was to be a Preceptor. A small change in comparison to the vestments she carried in her pack that she refused to don.

"I understand the value of anonymity when evil will seek reprisal, but I just think it sends the wrong message when the Hammers have a bit of a reputation for being too zealous in their work. Covering my head in some big black hood just doesn't feel like it'll make folk trust me or what I have to say. I'd rather have that than strike fear into the hearts of evil men. Besides, I was an ordained priest first and a Preceptor second. If some bastard wants to come get revenge on me, then I'll be waiting."

In saying that, she didn't give much a voice to the desire to put the fear of God into the monsters who had been leaving a bloody, charred swathe of land in their wake. Looking to her companions, she felt some gratitude for their agreement to undertake this mission with her. For her, this was about obligation and justice. She wondered if it could be the same for them or some other motivator. Loyalty to our ties? A reward? I'm sure R3N-L3 is just hoping a Wizard Creation is to blame.
Apr 28, 2025 7:38 pm
Wolfram would follow Lauretta to the ends of the world if need be, despite knowing they could never be together in that way, even if that's what the priest wanted, which he was sure she did not.

As to the rest of their group, Wolfram finally felt as though he belonged somewhere. They had fought and got bloody together. Faced insurmountable risks and had come through victorious. The greater question for Wolfram now was had he worked off his guilt. The guilt of letting his lord down, having poached off the land that he was responsible for guarding. As if that wasn't enough, he had entered into a relationship with his daughter, getting her with child. Disgraced and banished he felt he had finally made amends and would continue to do so for a very long time.

Here they stood, together again to fight evil for The Hammers, and he was ready.

"I agree. We want to look welcoming, not frightening or bearing the look of those with something to hide."
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Apr 28, 2025 9:33 pm
Tzal walked up to Lauretta who had joined the specialized inquisitors of the High One, the so-called Preceptors. He was wary of Lauretta because the Preceptors were well known for their overzealous action in the name of pursuing heretical cults. She was quite proactive and vocal about her hatred for evil things, and it was only likely that she would gravitate towards something like this. But it didn't bode well for practitioners of arcane arts like Tzal. He remembered his brief meeting with Lauretta, where he surrendered those arcane papyri to her. Would it be enough to satiate her doubt? Would she still try to look for evil intentions in him? These priests were unable to understand the grand scheme and potential of magic. Myth says that Abraxus, the mysterious god of magic, had given the potential for mortals like humans to understand the fabric of arcane, for which he was struck down by Death. These priests won't understand the sacrifice and the enormous gravity when they go down burning everything in the name of High One.

The past months had been eventful when Tzal had finally joined the order of Mages. It seemed like his master Ahrimamane had already briefed them about his progress, and yet again, he had eluded him. Tzal's knowledge about experimental alchemy and elemental control had garnered interest in the elementalist group of arcane masters. They had given him a curriculum and told him to prepare an article and present it in the seminary. His work has impressed the mages enough that a significant number of them recommended him as erudite enough to be accepted as a Wizard. He had discovered and crafted his own grimoire, an intricate book made with curious cold leather that always seemed slightly wet to the touch without any sogginess. Symbols and a curious mechanism of water clocks exist on the cover that constantly channels four different colored waters from one symbol to the other. Tzal has even changed his attire now as he carries an elaborate indigo cloak that reflects light, forming a purple iridescent sheen that almost changes its color to other spectrums but returns it to blue at the edge.

Tzal didn't know whether Lauretta's request was a twisted way to judge his intention. But he knew that if he didn't respond, she would forever doubt him. He was still unsure whether it was wise or foolish to keep his connection with a preceptor. But it was also true that if he could show his intentions, maybe Lauretta would judge him less. Maybe she will trust him in the end. He walked up to her and smiled, "Greetings, Preceptor. It seems that there is something wrong here. I am humbled that you requested my aid, but for an old friend, I shouldn't be so formal. How are you doing, Lauretta? And Wolfram, too. I quite expected to see you here. Where else would your guiding light be? But, anyways, how are you? So, we have someone targeting the High One's priest? Maybe there are some other cults involved, but it is rarely so simple."

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Apr 29, 2025 1:10 am
"It would be troublesome if you were to die at this juncture. The Wizard has made more than one thing that may or may not have reached the point of divinity, and I have not yet met another priest capable of efficient violence." R3N-L3 intoned flatly as he settled down, being the last to arrive. He appeared to have not changed much since their last visit, although R3N-L3 had promptly disappeared as soon as the village's issues had been resolved. It likely wasn't a coincidence that a few strange sightings and beasts in the vicinity. As for his own training, he had begun to execute his usual upgrades with precision, slaying and dissecting those of his fellow Clockworks whom he had judged to deviate from their expected programming, and grafting their systems into his own metallic form.

Strangely enough, he appeared to have shrunk slightly in stature, metal compacting and gears becoming more efficient. A strange, faint aura of calculation surrounded him. His voice was overlaid with the parchment-like whispers of another, reciting formulas and calculations with the voice of a dry old man. Never quite intelligible, but always present. Pausing, he tilted his head to look at Lauretta expectantly. "Other than a section on neutralizing divinity, however, I possess no salient information on the characteristics associated with your religious sect. Primer requested."
Apr 29, 2025 2:00 pm
Hearing her companions again, the priest cracked a smile. Other than some slightly different outfits (or shape, in R3N-L3's case), it seemed to her that not much had changed. Wolfram looked happy to see her and still had the same wistfulness that came to his gaze at times. Still a man somewhat lost. One day, I'm going to crack that man's shell and get him to tell me more about those scars he's hiding. There's peace in not bearing those things alone. She responded to him with a joyful nod, glad to hear he understood her reasoning. Her mentor had not been so understanding.

"Well hey there to you too, Indigo! I see you're living up to that color as ever. Quite fanciful. I'm doing well, as far as well goes with the task I've been given. Hearing such horrid happenings has my blood boiling. I'd be lying if I said I didn't feel a need to make great use of the many things I've learned from my instructor from the Hammers. Hopefully I can be the guiding light for us, as you said it, to find whatever or whoever has been butchering good, innocent folk."

Her words and smile were friendly, but her piercing, analytical eyes scoured the Wizard. They weren't malicious, but instinctual. Lauretta's surface appearance was mostly the same, but the training and instruction of Preceptor Rahm had changed her inner workings more substantially. Details were sought now when none were before. The way people spoke, gestured, and even looked around all seemed to matter far more now. Wizards always grasp for power, and it seems that is holding true. Boundaries and morals contain his ambition. I will make sure that continues.

"Ha, well I have no intention on dying any time soon, Renly. My effectiveness as a warrior and a priest ought make sure of that, as you've beheld before. As for my sect, the Hammers of the High One are trained to hunt down enemies of the faith. Cultists of evil false-gods, mages with demonic magics, violent apostates, and those who bargain with fiends. We must follow up on any hint of such things and put people to the question in order to find the truth. In doing so, we make ourselves targets of retribution from those who prefer to keep their dealings hidden. Typically, Preceptors are heavily garbed and hide their identities to combat this. I was just telling Wolfram how I'd rather be trustworthy to folk by having nothing to hide."

And despite all that training, the clockwork was still difficult to read. I don't know what I expected... Unsure of what to think of the changes he had undergone, Lauretta simply blinked a couple of times and looked at Tzal like he might have had answers where she did not.
Apr 29, 2025 2:11 pm
Tzal understood the confusing stare that Lauretta gave after looking at R3N-L3 but he too was unsure, so he returned a shrug. But, he was also a bit surprised and fascinated to see the changes in R3N-L3, "R3N-L3, my dear friend, it seems that you have undergone . . . some modifications to your form. How goes your hunt?"
Apr 29, 2025 9:36 pm
Wolfram sensed the slight tension between Lauretta and Tzal. It looked like they had all changed and might have to reaquaint themselves and perhaps gain trust for each other. It felt like an opportune time to show the others his relic, which he did proudly, telling how Lauretta had given it to him, offering it to the group to feel its perfect balance and see the translucent steel catch the light in odd and interesting ways.

"Can you hear it hum, every so slightly?"
Apr 30, 2025 6:45 am
Tzal took out his spectacles. Then, wearing it, he took a closer look and said, "This is indeed a powerful, magical weapon! It seems it has somehow influenced you. Does it have a sentience? Do you have a voice in your head, perhaps, or does it affect you somehow?"
Apr 30, 2025 11:15 pm
Other than humming, Whisperthorn has no sentience that I am aware of, but as its inheritor, I have been conferred with some unique abilities that give me advantages when fighting. I look forward to putting it to the test.
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May 1, 2025 5:29 am
"I have begun to dismantle my own programming. I will also inevitably become deviant, after all, as is the nature of Wizard Creations. But I do wish badly to make the Wizard suffer and burn in ways unseen by the light of day, and to do so, I must escape eventual self-termination." R3N-L3 remarked, as casually as if he was informing them about a particularly interesting cantaloupe he'd seen in the village market. "But my fate is of no bearing upon organics, unless I go rogue and begin killing all organic life around me."
May 1, 2025 8:53 am
Tzal caressed his beard and said, "You know, I have been studying a lot of arcane theories during my training. I have been considering so many things, and then when I thought about you, I came up with an hypothesis. You see, the probability of fate and the natural law dictates that any living individual's ancestries strive to produce the best possible individual in a particular way. But the Wizard created your kind for a specific purpose; however, some of you have free will and are starting to implement their own actions, deviating from their own designated roles. Then, as you said, you have this impetus to hunt them down, and maybe, just maybe, this is a form of self-clearance to create the ultimate expression of clockwork kind. As you hunted your kind, did any of them develop free will and question your action? If you met a sentient one, would you still take them down knowing that they wanted to live but lost their echo? I believe this will change you and make you a unique, one-of-a-kind R3N-L3."
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May 1, 2025 6:43 pm
Although lacking spectacles, Lauretta also leaned in with Tzal to examine Whisperthorn. She remembered the weapon from the temple, even handling it herself, but the qualities it showed then looked even more pronounced now in Wolfram's hand.

"It truly does look like a special dagger, that much is obvious. The hum. The way smoke looks trapped inside. It seems that undead cultist had stolen more than fancy gems from faeries. Well, I'm glad it's in good hands now. It ought come in handy whenever we find the temple-razing bastards."

After giving the forester another smile and a nod, the priest looked over at R3N-L3 speaking. The new mesh of voices was unlike anything she had heard, making the clockwork come off as otherworldly and weird. Fitting for a Weird Wizard's machine.

"Your fate has a bearing upon us, I'd say. Right strange you are, but I'd say the lot of us care about you. If it were you who requested us be here, I know I would've came. So you escaping the fate you deem necessary for all the Wizard's machinations is a virtue, in my book. So long as you don't go rogue like you said, that is."
May 2, 2025 3:37 am
Tilting his head slightly at Tzal, R3N-L3 appeared confused. "Many Clockworks are sentient." He said after a brief pause, tapping the side of his helmet with a metal finger. Removing it revealed an intricately filigreed steel wolf's head, razor-sharp fangs perpetually bared, with glittering sapphires for eyes.

"A good deal of the warforms are harvested soldiers from prior battlefields, torn from bodies of flesh and imbued into better hulks of metal. To create an automaton with true skill at arms, this is necessary. I personally abhore the Wizard. After all, I retain all memories prior to being slain by him. However, my directive and imperative does not change for that. I am bound to hunt down any Wizard Creation which does not function as it was intended to. Once that is complete, I am free to become rogue, as you might call it. It is unknown what true result waits when my purpose is complete and I am freed. Most have bet on the fact of immediate, clinical, unsolvable insanity."

Pausing, he inclined his head calmly over at Lauretta. "At which point, I may have to be put down. My apologies ahead of time if my shattered mind and regrettably complete form prove to be dangerous to eradicate. If I am not crippled by the death of my bonds, I plan to hunt down the Wizard and spend the next eternity enacting revenge."
May 2, 2025 12:47 pm
The Auxen Vale lays tucked between two peaks of the Gigantes, the centrally located mountains that divide the Wilderlands from the Wastes. Almost as soon as refugees spilled into the borderlands did stories spread out from this place about miraculous happenings. So many stories of people seeing angels, spontaneous healing, talking animals, burning trees, and the like, newcomers were quick to believe the Vale was favored by the High One.

Sainted Mikkel's Shrine stands just west of the Grayfall Woods, about halfway between the Lost Soul Inn and Auxen Village. Long ago, a good and holy man named Mikkel stood against a manticore while the man’s friends and family escaped to the west. The site marks the place where the survivors guessed the man died; no one was certain as the manticore strew the remains across a dozen yards. The survivors built a small shrine on a relatively flat bit of land atop a hill. The shrine consists of four large stones arranged to form a square with a carved stone
symbol of the High One in the center. Old flowers, candle wax, and offerings of food and wine lay before the symbol.

It is here that Father Montaine is hosting his war council. A tall, lean mean approaching his half century, Montaine welcomes you with a weary smile. "I am glad you could make it, Preceptor Shoemaker. The Hammers of the High One wrote very promising things about you and your companions."

Montaine has gathered a few others to the war councill. There is Sir Reginald, an old veteran knight with thinning red hair, a big bushy red beard, and a short, portly stature. You vaguely recognize him--after a bit, you realize that he was present at the Traveler's Rest the night the necromancer Pyram Peek tried to hire you, though you never directly interacted with him. There's also a ranger named Praiden, a woman with a short, stocky body, ruddy features, and long brown hair worn in braids. A group of about thirty able-bodied citizens of the Valeround out the group. Once you are ready, Montaine lays out all of the pertinent information.

• Marauders have been running rampant throughout the western edges of the borderlands for months.
• Most strike places and people of import to the Church of the High One.
• Pilgrims and anchorites, priests and monastic types, all affiliated with the faith, have been found killed, bodies mutilated or crucified.
• The raiders plunder and burn both shrines and temples, and desecrate sites deemed sacred to the faith.
• The raiders have been drifting east steadily, and a few days ago, a herder spotted a large force of them entering the Vale, seemingly bound for the Crow Hills, a range of wooded foothills that border the higher peaks of the Gigantes.

"We expect the raiders to attack very soon, so there's little time to prepare. I personally have little battle experience, so I hope you and Sir Reginald can help us come with a plan of defense."

Father Montaine shows you a map of the Vale.

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OOC:
The Vale's inhabitants include 5 soldiers, 10 archers, and 20 conscripts.
May 2, 2025 2:53 pm
Maintain memories... prior to being slain by him? Lauretta gawped at R3N-L3. It seemed every time the clockwork came around, he had some powerful information to casually reveal that changed the way she saw him. The horror of clockwork existence had become all the more clear with these new implications. While she couldn't understand the way he thought now or his confinement to his task, his determination to finish the task to hunt the Weird Wizard made more than enough sense to her.

"Let's just... hope it doesn't come to that."
"Pleasure to meet you, Father Montaine. I wish it was under better circumstances. Hopefully my group here can help live up to those promising words and put an end to these wretched raiders."

Lauretta pays respects to Sainted Mikkel at the holy symbol before taking her place to look over the map with the rest of the war council. She stood as still and confident as stone. Internally, it was very odd mixture of feelings. The gravity and context of the situation reminded her of the many years she spent in the Red Banners. She had to keep reminding herself that things were different now, and that this was about protecting people.

"Harrow Keep. Tell me about that place. Could it be a target for these raiders that's more important than razing the Pilgrim Camp?"
May 2, 2025 4:22 pm
Wolfram listened with detached interest as R3N-L3 spoke about clockwork, sentience, and itself. The hunter was never able to regard him and his kind as anything more than machines, and now there was a possibility he might go rogue someday. He noted to himself that, despite proving its worth, it could still turn on them someday.
Nodding a greeting to Father Montaine, Wolfram also paid his respects to the shrine, pleased that the priest felt the special dagger was now in good hands. Once with the war council and perusing the map, a question came to mind.

"What do you consider a large force to be, and any idea how well equipped they are?"
May 2, 2025 6:21 pm
Tzal watched the statue of the Mikkel and offered a courtesy bow. He then went to meet Father Montaine following Lauretta and greeted him. Eyeing the map, he stroked his beard while listening to the priest and his reports. As others inquired about more specific information, he also asked, "Does these raiders consist of humans only? Also, are there only bandits and soldiers, or are there any report of practicioners of spellcraft?"
May 2, 2025 6:51 pm
"We estimate they may be close to a hundred strong," Montaine says with a scowl. "It seems like they are all humans from what we have seen, largely bandits and wild raiders. But we have seen evidence that they have at least one magic user among their number, maybe more."

He looks at the map with Lauretta. "Harrow Keep has been abandoned for ages. It's little more than a crumbling ruin. I doubt it would be a strategic target for the raiders to claim. The pilgrims, though, are in danger if we do not warn them to flee before the raiders attack."

"Are they all common folk, or are there holy warriors among them?"
Sir Reginald asks. Father Montaine doesn't know the answer. "If any of them can fight, they would be a boon to our meager forces," the knight muses.
May 2, 2025 11:40 pm
"If the security of the pilgrims is a lesser strategic objective, one may simply conscript them in the name of faith to fight for their god. If they are true pilgrims, they should be amenable to giving their lives in such a manner. An organic determined to die can drag down more skilled fighters with them, thus increasing enemy casualties at the cost of the pilgrims."
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