Nothing good ever came from LongNight.
He had failed Kiada. He hadn't been able to save Ru'in's soul and now it seemed as though it would remain in the monster's keeping for another year, the Harpy too distraught to try again so soon, with so little to bribe the beast with.
Ru'in wasn't the only soul lost in the dark, however, and he had oaths to keep, even if only to himself. No matter the guilt and self-recriminations he tried to drown himself in they couldn't entirely overshadow the draw of his duty. Duty had kept him going when he had little other reason to continue, and it did so now as he buckled the gorget around his throat once more and took up his weapons and shield. The shadowy tar had been burned away and his injuries healed by unicorn horn, and he no longer needed to use the spear as a walking stick.
He had found a harpoon in the piles of weapons Deimos had scattered around the Hall, however, and that was now attached to his cable-rope and slung across his back with the crossbow. He didn't expect to run into that particular monster again without Kiada...
But fuck if he wouldn't prepare, just in case. He was going to bear that creature a grudge until one of them was dead, no matter how long it took.
He didn't hide what he was doing, nodding grimly to those in the main hall as he took his lantern and stepped into the foyer, making sure someone would lock the door behind him as he left. He waited to hear the locks click behind him before he stepped from the threshold and raised the lantern, beginning to sing Ludo's song as he stepped away from the circle of luxere and into the dark, beginning to make his way towards the Temple in the hopes of collecting any souls that might have been lost between the two safehouses.
He had failed Kiada. He hadn't been able to save Ru'in's soul and now it seemed as though it would remain in the monster's keeping for another year, the Harpy too distraught to try again so soon, with so little to bribe the beast with.
Ru'in wasn't the only soul lost in the dark, however, and he had oaths to keep, even if only to himself. No matter the guilt and self-recriminations he tried to drown himself in they couldn't entirely overshadow the draw of his duty. Duty had kept him going when he had little other reason to continue, and it did so now as he buckled the gorget around his throat once more and took up his weapons and shield. The shadowy tar had been burned away and his injuries healed by unicorn horn, and he no longer needed to use the spear as a walking stick.
He had found a harpoon in the piles of weapons Deimos had scattered around the Hall, however, and that was now attached to his cable-rope and slung across his back with the crossbow. He didn't expect to run into that particular monster again without Kiada...
But fuck if he wouldn't prepare, just in case. He was going to bear that creature a grudge until one of them was dead, no matter how long it took.
He didn't hide what he was doing, nodding grimly to those in the main hall as he took his lantern and stepped into the foyer, making sure someone would lock the door behind him as he left. He waited to hear the locks click behind him before he stepped from the threshold and raised the lantern, beginning to sing Ludo's song as he stepped away from the circle of luxere and into the dark, beginning to make his way towards the Temple in the hopes of collecting any souls that might have been lost between the two safehouses.
