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let's start a nuclear war
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beknighting[ The world within the fog is paradise. Never before has Tarhos felt so at peace. The war torn battlefield, the company of his dearest friends at his side, the pure, clean simplicity of hunting those who deserve every agonizing death they receive. This is the Sublime. This is the world where birth means nothing, only might.
This is the world Tarhos has searched for without knowing he was searching.
The only stain in his perfect world is finding Vittorio also here in the fog. The little lord who'd failed to find the salvation his friends were promised. The lordling who refused to meet power with power when it was required.
The lord he'd once gone to his knees for. Never again.
Vittorio is a changed man after their years in the fog, though. Not entirely different, but there's a wearing to his soul, a dimness to the light of idealism in his eyes that wasn't there even when he was locked in the dank cell of his own home.
perhaps there's still hope for this lordling yet. And at the least, Tarhos now has use for him. He is within th eSublime, but there is so much more to learn about this perfect world. So much more that he could reach, if only he had the knowledge.
Their first meeting in a trial after so long has Tarhos shove his sword through Vittorio's chest without hesitation. Let him feel the pain of his penance. Let him see the faces of the friends he refused to save as he dies screaming.
But after the trial — after the tenth, twentieth, some number even Tarhos can no longer count — he runs into Vittorio entirely by happenstance. A tower on the outskirts of what the fog's master has granted the Guardia as territory, filled with tablets. Stone tablets just like the one Vittorio had once sought. Tarhos finds himself gravitating to the half-ruined tower, and one day, finds as he steps through the remains of its entrance arch, that he's not alone.
For once, he doesn't reach for the sword strapped to his back. ]
I should have guessed I'd find you here eventually.
This is the world Tarhos has searched for without knowing he was searching.
The only stain in his perfect world is finding Vittorio also here in the fog. The little lord who'd failed to find the salvation his friends were promised. The lordling who refused to meet power with power when it was required.
The lord he'd once gone to his knees for. Never again.
Vittorio is a changed man after their years in the fog, though. Not entirely different, but there's a wearing to his soul, a dimness to the light of idealism in his eyes that wasn't there even when he was locked in the dank cell of his own home.
perhaps there's still hope for this lordling yet. And at the least, Tarhos now has use for him. He is within th eSublime, but there is so much more to learn about this perfect world. So much more that he could reach, if only he had the knowledge.
Their first meeting in a trial after so long has Tarhos shove his sword through Vittorio's chest without hesitation. Let him feel the pain of his penance. Let him see the faces of the friends he refused to save as he dies screaming.
But after the trial — after the tenth, twentieth, some number even Tarhos can no longer count — he runs into Vittorio entirely by happenstance. A tower on the outskirts of what the fog's master has granted the Guardia as territory, filled with tablets. Stone tablets just like the one Vittorio had once sought. Tarhos finds himself gravitating to the half-ruined tower, and one day, finds as he steps through the remains of its entrance arch, that he's not alone.
For once, he doesn't reach for the sword strapped to his back. ]
I should have guessed I'd find you here eventually.
