temptation. desire. it's the same as that stupid room in the swamp. a cabinet full of people's widest dreams - all at what cost? back in the village, the cost is a human life. just one, one little human life, to grant your wildest dreams.
and then there's the cult itself. serving some dark god, hoping to bring it to life at the cost of everyone in the village for it. for what? there's ceraphina, desperate for a chance to wreak vengeance upon the world for what they did to her grandfather, twisted into darkness by the ring of dohter the charitable, so desperate for its power that she threw her hands into the darkness of the gods. and... sazantos. who wanted to burn it all down, who wants the entire world torn asunder because of all of the cruelties and wickedness he's seen. the person rondo loves more than anything in the world, ready to sacrifice the entire world to try and remake it in the way he thinks is right.
(You should join us, Rondo. The dark flame awaits you.)
and now this. this man offers information. prizes. every little temptation. you can use this to help your friends. but nothing - nothing in this world comes without a cost. nothing is that easy.
the duty of the flameguard is to walk the path of the sacred flame. to follow the guiding beat of your heart. fire-burnt and still alive, rondo regards the temptation of choice. the easy road. it was sazantos, after all, who taught him that the blue flame would light the way.
and for him, the choice is no choice at all. with every conviction in his heart, he looks at the contract, and he looks at raphael, instead. ]
I promised that I'd not forsake Hope. [ and what kind of flameguard would? rondo turned down sazantos when he turned to the accursed flame. and he'll turn down raphael, too. ] I do not turn back upon my promises.
If it is the thing that kills me, then it's the thing that will keep me alive, too.
[ the cost of one little life is far too much in the village. and the cost of hope is priceless. ]
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temptation. desire. it's the same as that stupid room in the swamp. a cabinet full of people's widest dreams - all at what cost? back in the village, the cost is a human life. just one, one little human life, to grant your wildest dreams.
and then there's the cult itself. serving some dark god, hoping to bring it to life at the cost of everyone in the village for it. for what? there's ceraphina, desperate for a chance to wreak vengeance upon the world for what they did to her grandfather, twisted into darkness by the ring of dohter the charitable, so desperate for its power that she threw her hands into the darkness of the gods. and... sazantos. who wanted to burn it all down, who wants the entire world torn asunder because of all of the cruelties and wickedness he's seen. the person rondo loves more than anything in the world, ready to sacrifice the entire world to try and remake it in the way he thinks is right.
(You should join us, Rondo. The dark flame awaits you.)
and now this. this man offers information. prizes. every little temptation. you can use this to help your friends. but nothing - nothing in this world comes without a cost. nothing is that easy.
the duty of the flameguard is to walk the path of the sacred flame. to follow the guiding beat of your heart. fire-burnt and still alive, rondo regards the temptation of choice. the easy road. it was sazantos, after all, who taught him that the blue flame would light the way.
and for him, the choice is no choice at all. with every conviction in his heart, he looks at the contract, and he looks at raphael, instead. ]
I promised that I'd not forsake Hope. [ and what kind of flameguard would? rondo turned down sazantos when he turned to the accursed flame. and he'll turn down raphael, too. ] I do not turn back upon my promises.
If it is the thing that kills me, then it's the thing that will keep me alive, too.
[ the cost of one little life is far too much in the village. and the cost of hope is priceless. ]