“…”
{Then there’s really not much of a reason for the rest of us to…}
Canary looks to the sky. “There’s… a bit of time. I think. I’ll… meet you all at the bell tower when you all are there. Hopefully.”
. . .Canary starts to walk off.
so, it sounds like at least some of you are staying at Amélie’s. is anyone specifically not staying at Amélie’s?
and if so, where are you staying instead?
“Frankly, I want to check out the abandoned hospital. I find the claims of a potential plague to be unlikely to be true but interesting.”
For a storyteller, it’s unsurprising that he would be interested in something suitably strange. There’s a practical argument in favor of the action, but despite pausing for a moment after speaking, he doesn’t make it.
He’ll still walk towards the bell tower
I…
…
I walk in the same direction as Wanderer, but turn at the first corner.
(waiting for group bookstore to link up with us)
(i’m assuming it’s basically Evening ingame (with a small time jump because i don’t think anyone has anything to do to when we’d meet), and thus assuming the book canary asked for is done. thusly, she’s heading to the bookstore to get it.)
Yep, you can pick up your book
Canary cautiously opens the door to bennadetta’s bookstore, and noiselessly closes it behind her as she wordlessly walks to the counter.
“Hello again! I’ve got that book all ready for you.” She hands it over to you.
I slowly nod as I take it, and… wordlessly walk out.
“Have a nice day! Come back any time!”
I walk back to the belltower, sit down and lean against one of the (pillars/beams/walls/whatever), and open the book to the chapter on sorcerer bloodlines.
I try to find one that says something about martyrdom.
The belltower is in the center of town. It seems that it has a large primary bell, as well as a number of smaller bells. Thus far, you’d guess that the belltower is ringing on the hour, with shorter and quieter bells on the half-hour. There’s a carved wooden statue outside the belltower, depicting a man wielding a handaxe.
(I will wait until like, most of the rest of the party is here unless they are already)
(i’m partaking in some light literature reading whilst we wait)
“Zelsh is all for Amelie’s Auberge.” Zelsh commented as he came across the group and overheard what was being said.
Canary has a really odd reading habit. She keeps moving the book closer and further from her face at odd intervals, and periodically closes one of either of her eyes for a time.
She frowns.
It takes you a little while to find it, as you’ve never seen the author’s categorization scheme before, but eventually you discover it tucked in as a supposed “variant” on the sorcery possessed by those who have been touched by the celestial planes. The author seems to believe that this bloodline would only manifest in those who were martyred for a “righteous cause” (as the author puts it), and spends an entire paragraph arguing against some other magical theorist who believes that in fact such powers might arise in the descendants of those martyred for any cause.
According to the author, those descended from such individuals often develop powers that mirror their ancestor’s sacrifice, sometimes being blessed with abilities that might have allowed them to survive whatever it was that killed their ancestor, and often have the ability to replicate that sacrifice on a smaller scale by shedding their own blood to empower their “righteous wrath” (again, the term used by the author).
According to the book, the most famous sorcerer who claimed to have drawn his powers from such a source was descended from General Arnisant, who gave his life in the final battle of the Shining Crusade against the necromancer-lich Tar-Baphon, and his sacrifice is generally credited with allowing Tar-Baphon’s defeat. His great-grandson Valerand was a sorcerer known for using his own powers to fight against the undead, and is said to have been able to sacrifice his own vitality to strengthen his comrades, to embolden them with “righteous fervor", and to cast many spells that are particularly harmful to the undead. The author expresses uncertainty as to how much of his powers were derived from the specific nature of Arnisant’s sacrifice.