The Bleak Reach
When Torvil gave Giovanni his blessing to destroy the Cabin, the Vagabond moved to a spot nearby from where he could feel the sun's natural light wash over him. Slowly, he took in a deep breath uncertain if his idea would even work but given how...Connected he felt to the Sun and it's life giving Radiance, he felt he was sure he could achieve the task he desired to achieve.
With a calm and clear mind, putting all thoughts of the Curse and the upcoming journey from his mind, Giovanni focused on the sensation of the Light. Feeling how it caressed over his rough and ragged form. How it warmed him. How it filled him with the Strength he needed to make it from day to day. He focused on those divine and celestial feelings, a soft smile forming in the corners of his lips as he reached down for that Blessing he felt Bound to him, feeling as it reached out for the Light as he would, letting their energies co-mingle with one another within him. Like he had before he drew the Light into his very being, letting it fill him with it's Comforting glow and as the moments passed he touched that Passion he felt within him. The Source of his own Drive to Survive and Press Ever Onward, infusing that Light even more with his Blessing. He could feel it, in a metaphysical sense, how the Light within him took on a nebulous and ephemeral shape. He Could Mold the Sunlight to his Whims and guide it how he saw fit. And in his Mind, he knew what he wanted to do.
As Naturally as he wielded the Blade that was safely sheathed at his side, he lifted his hand up high, pointing directly to where the Sun was positioned high within the Sky and he opened his eyes, the Divine Radiance spilling forth from his eyes with a deep glowing intensity. That was when the sunbeam that was falling upon him began to move...in fact all rays of Sunlight in the immediate vicinity moved, each one of them being directed toward Torvil's Cabin. His home. A Place of Shelter and Security. The entire building was awash in the focused Radiance of the Sun.
That was when, with a snarl of forced effort, Giovanni swung his hand down firmly and finally, as though he was swinging his sword in a decisive slash and a Beam of Pure Concentrated Sunlight shot from the Sun and Smote the Cabin with a furious blast of raw divine Might, smashing through the roof and setting the inside and the entire building itself a blaze in concentrated heat, reducing the modest home into a pit of burning fire.
It was literal moments later when the natural rays of light shifted back to their natural path and Giovanni stumbled to a knee, panting as the Light dispersed from his body. He was sweating and panting from the effort and he looked to the Old Man with a tired but pleasantly surprised look upon his features.
After a short moment to rest, Giovanni walked with Torvil in the direction he preferred, the south-east trade road. "While, I feel as though I would have no issues going North in most circumstances, It would likely be best for us to travel the quickest Path, lest we induce the Ire of My Curse. But, as I said, if Troubles finds us regardless, I will do my best." he assured.
Once Nightfall began to approach. Giovanni kept his thoughts to himself, instead letting Torvil guide and lead as he desired. Instead, he let the years of being a Wandering Vagabond serve him, keeping an eye out for potential sources of food, shelter, and safety just in case they could not find such a place themselves.
OOC: Giovanni basically used a Miracle to Smite Torvil's Home, which in essence made him even more tired than normal. I hope this is okay, but since he used a Miracle, that means he has used up all 3 of his Effort until he can reclaim it.
Also, he is making a Wisdom Check (18) Vs (3) with his Fact to make sure he can find Torvil and himself someplace to set up camp if it is needed.
18:51, Today: Giovanni rolled 23 using 1d20+4. Wisdom vs 3+.