History Won't Care At All.
Life, Death
&
The In-Between
10th Cylus 719
Immediately after this
Immediately after this
Padraig was getting things ready for them to defend their home, their family. Qit, their friend, had been murdered in the grounds of their home and Padraig was getting started on creating physical defences, while Faith was examining the bodies of the necromantic thralls which had attacked and then, hitting the books. Faith made her way to the garden and she had her hands pressed together. Although she wore her sword, she knew she would not need to use it. Every danger that was out here was long term, emotional. The physical danger, Qit had stopped when she sacrificed herself. Faith breathed in and steeled herself as she made her way out. Each of the bodies would need to be dealt with; thralls which had been animated by necromancy and whose bodies had been used to attack. They would need full and proper burial, no matter what the state of the thralls themselves, but before that, Faith knew, there was work to be done here.
And she knew just what it was that had to be done.
These bodies had been taken and used, against their will. They had been tortured at a soul-level and Faith could not allow that to continue. So she would make absolutely sure that their bodies were well cared for in death. But first, she had to make sure that she got all of the information she could.
In order to do that, Faith needed to find out how they'd died. Each one of them. It wasn't pleasant, but she needed to. Because each one of them had died at the hands of a necromancer who had, at least, had a part to play in this. In seeing... experiencing each of the deaths here, she would be able to ascertain vital details. Tiny nuances which she could study, time and again, each one giving her a piece of information which would be useful when she brought death to the bastards who had hurt her sister. Who had killed her sister, in fact, while she had been defending them.
Breathing in, Faith calmed herself and looked at the carnage. The bodies. First, it was important that she observed, took notes, attended to each and every minute detail. She did this as dispassionately as she could, utilising her Vri-granted ability to never forget anything. Sometimes, that was more of a curse than a blessing, but she knew that it was vital for so much of what she did and she was more than grateful to Vri for it. So, first of all it was collecting all the information that she could.
And then, one at a time, she went to the corpses and examined them. Despite her perfect memory, Faith made extensive notes, took measurements and so on. Placement of things, bodies, might be important. So, she measured twice, then recorded the information. Finally, she examined the bodies, looking for what kind of thrall they were, looking at the wells which had been placed inside them. Such blatant mutilation of the flesh horrified her,
But all of it needed to be done. Every well collected, every body position noted; the young priestess of Famula, Vri, Moseke and Ymiden looked around and she breathed in. It hadn't been that long ago that she'd experienced fourteen deaths, in an investigation. Now, it was time to do the same.
And so, she began.
And she knew just what it was that had to be done.
These bodies had been taken and used, against their will. They had been tortured at a soul-level and Faith could not allow that to continue. So she would make absolutely sure that their bodies were well cared for in death. But first, she had to make sure that she got all of the information she could.
In order to do that, Faith needed to find out how they'd died. Each one of them. It wasn't pleasant, but she needed to. Because each one of them had died at the hands of a necromancer who had, at least, had a part to play in this. In seeing... experiencing each of the deaths here, she would be able to ascertain vital details. Tiny nuances which she could study, time and again, each one giving her a piece of information which would be useful when she brought death to the bastards who had hurt her sister. Who had killed her sister, in fact, while she had been defending them.
Breathing in, Faith calmed herself and looked at the carnage. The bodies. First, it was important that she observed, took notes, attended to each and every minute detail. She did this as dispassionately as she could, utilising her Vri-granted ability to never forget anything. Sometimes, that was more of a curse than a blessing, but she knew that it was vital for so much of what she did and she was more than grateful to Vri for it. So, first of all it was collecting all the information that she could.
And then, one at a time, she went to the corpses and examined them. Despite her perfect memory, Faith made extensive notes, took measurements and so on. Placement of things, bodies, might be important. So, she measured twice, then recorded the information. Finally, she examined the bodies, looking for what kind of thrall they were, looking at the wells which had been placed inside them. Such blatant mutilation of the flesh horrified her,
But all of it needed to be done. Every well collected, every body position noted; the young priestess of Famula, Vri, Moseke and Ymiden looked around and she breathed in. It hadn't been that long ago that she'd experienced fourteen deaths, in an investigation. Now, it was time to do the same.
And so, she began.
10th Cylus, 719
