My era's obscuring mirror shattered
because it magnified the small
and made the great seem insignificant.
Dictators and monsters
filled its contours.
-Kajal Ahmad
"Concentrate Daniel. You have already learned to make my muscles flinch. This is different. You must learn to make them sabatoge me. It is not the now. It is learning to make them fail me over and over again if they must."
Runt squints open an eye. Norla sits across the altar from Runt, her hands held out, grasping his, her eyes closed as if leading him with her own concentration.
"And will it be so!" Norla says with emphasis, and Runt shutters his eyes closed in a moment and focuses his everything into this new spell.
All things considered, the last two months had been very good for Runt. In his mind, he tried to list off the things that had changed for him in this rather short period of time. First, he wasn't sleeping outside. Second, he had managed three square meals a day. Third, Deng hadn't bothered him even once since he had resided in three corners, though he had to admit he missed the guards, the dock workers, and occasionally even an encounter with the Beggar Queen and the sympathy that he had engendered.
Though things were no doubt better overall, Runt had to admit there were things he missed. Norla fed him, taught him, and provided him company... however she simply wasn't kind. It wasn't something that Runt was used to in large doses, but he noticed that here in
Three Corners there didn't seem to be anyone who really filled the void of kindness, something that at least here and there he could look forward to in Craine.
"That's something." Norla intones, though the measure of her voice does not seem to actually be impressed. Realizing he was already distracted, Runt puts everything he has into the spell he already knows and attempts to cast not just in the moment, but over and over again!
Before Norla has the chance to react again, the door in the small chapel opens behind Runt, and he turns quickly to get a peek.
It's Leo at the door.
Though Runt does not fear Leo, nor does he think the man has some vendetta against him, Runt has learned that the man has little patience for his presence. With little more than a halfhearted excuse, Runt shoots up to his feet and darts towards the back of the small chapel, snapping shut the door before the soldier has even taken a few steps in the room.
"Practice." Norla says without much conviction as Runt disappears.
"Why in the world did you take in that child?" Runt can hear Leo ask through the flimsy doorway.
Runt sits down in the small backroom, keeping himself close enough to the doorway to hear the conversation from the other side. Not that there is much room here to go anywhere else. Of the two small rooms at the back of the chapel, one serves as a bedroom and living space for Norla and Celeste, the other, which Runt is sitting in now, serves a dual function as a storage closet and his own living spaces, his small bundle of blankets tucked between a wardrobe filled with religious robes and stoles and a bureau of linens and the like for decoration of the altar.
"He's clever..." Norla's response is simple and direct. Her words clipped and without any hint of defensiveness.
"He's moldable, he has magical talent. In the past two months he's learned how to read and memorized near the entire bible. Why should I have not taken him in?"
"He has not memorized the entire bible." Leo shoots back, though he seems to be offering a counterpoint rather than arguing.
"Memorization implies some understanding. He still doesn't know half the words, let alone what any of it means." Leo grumbles something under his breath.
"Patience never was your strong suit." Norla responds, and Runt can imagine the lazy, stoic smile she uses so often with him.
"I just wish he was of some use. He seems to be draining all of your energies and offering nothing back."
"Give it time." Norla responds.
"Have you made any progress with Broskow?"
"Not nearly enough for the effort." Leo nearly spits the answer as if it had been a sour taste in his mouth.
"The man's obsessed with himself and he can't be made to see reason, let alone God's will. Not to mention he keeps that damnable retainer beside him day and night now who seems to only feed his worst insecurities. Every day he manufactures some existential crisis with the duchy or else that pittance of a fort."
"Do you think he'll fall in with Lord Magnus's plan?"
"He'll have to." Leo responds quickly.
"Whether he wants to or not. Our people now make up more than half of this town, and those that aren't ours seem to be leaving rather than coming. Speaking of which, Hashmal sends word from Craine that he's made some headway with recruiting. Not ours, but at least men of God, people who won't be tempted to take sides with that madman should he decide to start the wrong war."
"That's something." Norla says, and Runt notices the same lack of conviction that he had recognized when she had used the words about his own spell casting.
"When did..."
But whatever Norla was going to add is interrupted by another, new voice which has suddenly cuts across everything.
"I need to pray father! It will not wait!.. What?"
"Perhaps a little more patience could be of some use? Are you new here?" Runt recognized the slight cold turn in Leo's voice and unable to restrain himself, he peers his head around the doorframe, staring as best he can through the tiny slit between the door and the jamb.
Two men have just walked in. The first just barely a man, perhaps a boy of sixteen or seventeen, though already larger than most men. He holds a staff in his hands, wears a blue tabard with a cross and a shield displayed over his heart. The boys face is flush with an angry red.
The man behind him is a bear of a man. Taller even than Leo, the man's chest, arms and torso flare out with muscles. There's no doubt for Runt the man's biceps are larger than his whole body around. This one seems calmer, though a sword is draped about his waist.
"Daniel!" Norla calls.
"Come greet our guests!"
OOC: It is 1100 on the 9th of March.
Whew! Sorry for the length, and even sorrier for leaving everyone in a position where the initiative is on all of you. Present in the room are Porter, Agador, Leo, and Norla. Runt is hiding away in a backroom, but is soon to come out (if he wants to be a part of the thread). No need to feel obligated to take any particular action, if you just wait longer then I'll keep things moving by using Agador and Leo.
The Chapel is about 50 feet long by 20 feet wide, it has a single row of pews taking up most of the space from the entrance forward, with a single altar at the back. The decorations include a large cross hanging behind the altar, as well as some paintings and other paraphernalia that Runt will recognize from the Caves of Chaos.
Runt, Roll vs. Will. If you succeed, you gain 1 CP in the clumsiness spell.
Porter, you just now got into town with your son and the first thing he has done is dragged you to the chapel. You came to three corners both because of the issues you were having in Craine, as well as because you heard rumored promises that "Men of God" held power here in Three Corners.
Let me know if you have any questions.