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eaters of sin
The so-called Sin Eaters are long-term residents of the Lonely Fortress and are so named by their preference to indulge in creature comforts to keep their servitors at bay.
Siegfried
The Kindred Scholar
RoleRecord keeping
TemperamentFriendly/Arrogant
Location(s)Library
A demonologist who has been exiled in the Crucible for a significant period of time compared to the others. He is invested studying the Crucible and their purpose within it. As the elder, he is somewhat the de facto voice of leadership among the fortress residents.
Edvin
The Lamenting Baron
Role:Steward
Temperament:Evasive/Haughty
Location(s):Tower Study
A melancholic noble who has lived within the Lonely Fortress for some time. He somewhat oversees (or mostly complains) over stewardship duties around the keep and organizes dinner parties. Mostly yells at people to clean up after themselves.
Mathilde
The Rottflower Prophet
Role:Herbalist/Healer
Temperament:Direct/Kind
Location(s):Greenhouse
A woods witch that cultivates an exotic herb garden collected from egregore-tainted flora. She serves as the spiritual guide and healer to fortress residents, often spearheading experimental rituals to try and bring equilibrium to the egregore.
Romilly
The Sorrow-eater
Role:Companion
Temperament:Friendly/Nurturing
Location(s):Velvet Parlor
A low-born entertainer who apprentices with Mathilde as a healer. She provides council and physical comfort to residents, believing that only love can beat out the darkness that prevails over all exiles. She treats the egregore like an entity to be worshiped, lovingly referring to it as Gregor.
yorick
The Gatekeeper
Role:Lift Operator
Temperament:Friendly/Snarky
Location(s):Lift station, front gate, ramparts.
A cheeky bard that manages the exit ways of the fortress. He knows the keep, the undercroft, and surrounding areas better than the back of his hand. Collects secrets and trinkets, but don't you dare call him a thief. Sometimes provides the musical entertainment to fortress gatherings.
As life has no place here, I do not think death has much place here either. [ Waxing poetic in her Mathilde ways as she runs her fingertips across Steve's knuckles. ] You've already experienced death here and yet here you stand, don't you?
[ Her hand withdraws as she sits up and unlaces the front of her bodice, explaining: ] Death in the Crucible does not mean the end for all. [ Her fingers unfurl a gnarled scar beneath her bodice, in the center just below the breast. ] Sometimes, it brings us back.
(well yeah. but that's because that's how the Entity works. if you die and just stay dead there's no delicious emotions to feed on. Steve has yet to be convinced that they aren't still in the realm somewhere, because everything is just too familiar. all the stuff about emotions, dead people not staying dead, horrific trials that feel impossible to overcome and people dropping like flies to try and make it happen anyway? that's got Entity all over it. the castle being here years upon years and none of the townies having any concept of a trial doesn't convince Steve that he's wrong because it still feels like it's the same script, just doctored a little. the Entity could get off on the Crucible, no fucking problem.
but Steve has been somewhat shamed into not talking about this take after Quentin seemed so certain things were different here. so he doesn't say it. just thinks it.
he doesn't have time to think about it long, though, as Mathilde's touch dusts across his knuckles, and that's — Steve shifts, uncomfortable, though not an entirely bad uncomfortable, but somehow that makes it MORE uncomfortable. because that's not what is happening here, and he's not 12 years old so he needs to do better than get hot and bothered by a bit of gratuitous hand stroking. she's just NICE. it isn't Mathilde's fault she is a complete babe. and that he's apparently a sucker for intimate hand holding, jesus christ.
and then she starts plucking at the front of her dress and whoa whoa WHOA now. Steve does not know what to say but he straightens from his slutty lean and lifts his hands in the air like he's trying to surrender. to what exactly? no comment. Steve feels like a stupid kid for getting so flustered. is that what's happening here??? no. no way. he'd know if it was. it does not occur to him that she's simply trying to show off her sick murder scars until he fails an attempt to look somewhere else because he's not that great at being a gentleman. okay, well — she definitely could have just told him as much, but, maybe she's used to newcomers not believing it. Steve definitely would have believed her at face value, but it's fine. he believes her at breast value too. )
Okay, ( he says, wishing his voice was a little less strained and that he could seem just a BIT MORE calm cool collected about this. he takes a breath, reminds himself to look with curious eyes and not pervy ones as he takes in the gnarly scar. ) Are you... are you saying you did this tree pact thing before?
[ Mathilde remains collected through Steve's gawking. Her dress, only parted enough to expose the skin between her breasts, is laced up again once the message is clearly understood. ]
Twice.[ Her answer, while she knots the lacing back in place. ]
All of us who have remained have offered ourselves at least once...except for Yorick, of course. [ She does not elaborate further. ] This type of resurrection is special, those who receive it are not the same as they once were. Most have not returned, so we do not try to fill people with the hope of promise to make the choice.
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[ Her hand withdraws as she sits up and unlaces the front of her bodice, explaining: ] Death in the Crucible does not mean the end for all. [ Her fingers unfurl a gnarled scar beneath her bodice, in the center just below the breast. ] Sometimes, it brings us back.
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but Steve has been somewhat shamed into not talking about this take after Quentin seemed so certain things were different here. so he doesn't say it. just thinks it.
he doesn't have time to think about it long, though, as Mathilde's touch dusts across his knuckles, and that's — Steve shifts, uncomfortable, though not an entirely bad uncomfortable, but somehow that makes it MORE uncomfortable. because that's not what is happening here, and he's not 12 years old so he needs to do better than get hot and bothered by a bit of gratuitous hand stroking. she's just NICE. it isn't Mathilde's fault she is a complete babe. and that he's apparently a sucker for intimate hand holding, jesus christ.
and then she starts plucking at the front of her dress and whoa whoa WHOA now. Steve does not know what to say but he straightens from his slutty lean and lifts his hands in the air like he's trying to surrender. to what exactly? no comment. Steve feels like a stupid kid for getting so flustered. is that what's happening here??? no. no way. he'd know if it was. it does not occur to him that she's simply trying to show off her sick murder scars until he fails an attempt to look somewhere else because he's not that great at being a gentleman. okay, well — she definitely could have just told him as much, but, maybe she's used to newcomers not believing it. Steve definitely would have believed her at face value, but it's fine. he believes her at breast value too. )
Okay, ( he says, wishing his voice was a little less strained and that he could seem just a BIT MORE calm cool collected about this. he takes a breath, reminds himself to look with curious eyes and not pervy ones as he takes in the gnarly scar. ) Are you... are you saying you did this tree pact thing before?
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Twice.[ Her answer, while she knots the lacing back in place. ]
All of us who have remained have offered ourselves at least once...except for Yorick, of course. [ She does not elaborate further. ] This type of resurrection is special, those who receive it are not the same as they once were. Most have not returned, so we do not try to fill people with the hope of promise to make the choice.