You are Tristan, a man with no last name, a pious Knight of the New Covenant Temple sworn to enact God’s will in a not-so-secular world. Shielded by faith, righteousness, and very thorough mental Wards, you live to protect the world of humans from that which would subvert it.

Currently, you’re sitting in the kitchen, enjoying a dinner consisting solely of leftovers from the fridge. It wasn’t much, a bit of corn and mashed potatoes with bits of diced pork on the side. The night has been quiet, but you had nothing against quiet nights.

“Everything all right, Tristan?” Your Mentor’s wife, Martha says as she walks into the kitchen, opening the fridge to prepare her own dinner. For the past few weeks, you had been staying at your Mentor, Bentham’s, house as you investigated illict supernatural activities in and around Los Angeles. You had grown to be fond of Martha, she made your stay all the more hospitable as well as providing insight into a side of Bentham you had never known.

You chew and swallow before responding, washing down your mouthful with a cool glass of milk. “Nothing seems amiss.”

“I hope you’re fine with nothing but leftovers tonight,” Martha says as she turns on the microwave, “But I would have thought you’d go with Luther and Harry.”

“I don’t drink.”

Martha laughed at your reply. “Well, neither do I!”

“Does Bentham go out drinking a lot?” You ask. When you had been his student, he had definitely drunk a lot more than what was considered proper for a member of the Templar.

You heer the beep of the microwave as it finishes. “Oh, he’s been getting better. He does most of his drinking at home now!” Martha jokes, as she retrieves her dinner. The gibe at Bentham’s expense was good natured, as far as you could tell.

“Although …” Martha pauses mid-sentence, “Was he always a drinker?”

>”Yeah, he’s always drunk a lot. It does seem contrary to his personality, doesn’t it?”

>”He isn’t that bad of a drinker, is he?” After all, he only really drinks communion wine and light beers.

>Other

Welcome to Modern Fantasy Quest! This is the story of Tristan, a knight of the modern day Templar in a not-so-secular world!

Updates are daily, sometimes more. There are no real sessions.

Feel free to ask questions/give feedback at any time! pls no bully

>>3490726
>>”He isn’t that bad of a drinker, is he?” After all, he only really drinks communion wine and light beers.

>>3490726
>>”He isn’t that bad of a drinker, is he?” After all, he only really drinks communion wine and light beers.

>”He isn’t that bad of a drinker, is he?” After all, he only really drinks communion wine and light beers.

“He isn’t that bad of a drinker, is he?” You half-answer, half-protest.

“Are you kidding?” Martha replies, “You’ve seen the way he drinks those light beers of his! He just knocks them back!”

Martha’s tone was half-humorous, half-concerned. You couldn’t deny that they weren’t accurate. That was how Bentham unwinded: Martial arts, light scholarly reading, and lying on the couch with a beer. The way he spent his time as a civilian, how much could you really attribute to middle age?

I never really expected to find him as a pastor … He was always talking about how if he retired, he’d …

You almost reveal your idle line of thought to Martha, but then you remember that to her, you had known Bentham as a pastor your entire life.

You choose what you thought was a close equivalent. “I still find it hard to believe he works as a Pastor.”

“I know right? He even drinks on Sundays!” Martha says as she sits down in front of the living room TV with her dinner. As much as she complained about her husband’s faults, Martha had a few vices of her own.

Ding-Dong

Just then, the doorbell rang.

“What?” Martha says, “I wonder who it could be at this hour …”
You’re asking the same question to yourself. It was hours too early for Bentham and Mill to be back ...

Martha puts her plate to the side and gets up to get the door …

>”Hold on, I’ll get it …”

>Stay silent and let her get the door

>Other

> "Hold on, I’ll get it …”

>>3493285
>Hold on, I'll get it

>>3493285
>>”Hold on, I’ll get it …”

>>3493285
Hold on, I’ll get it …”

> "Hold on, I’ll get it …”

“Hold on, I’ll get it …” you offer.

“Oh, you’re such a gentleman.”

You walk to the front door and look out the peep-hole. Outside was a dark-haired woman who looked to be in her early twenties. She was dressed strangely formally. It wasn’t her costume, but rather how she wore it. Everything from the cut to the fabric of her clothing seemed overly starched and stiff, too carefully picked out.

It was as if a person used to wearing formal clothing their entire life one day tried to dress themselves in typical street clothes.

You crack the front door open. “May I help you?”

Face-to-face, she didn’t look any different than any overly-formal twenty-year-old. There was a friendly-looking smile on her face, but you can’t tell if it’s genuine or forced out of politeness. At the very least, it wasn’t concealing any malice or ill intent.

“Hi,” the Girl says, “Are you Tristan?”

>”Yes, I am Tristan.” There’s no harm in giving your name, she’s just a normal girl

>”Sorry, I’m not the one you’re looking for.” You’re not sure if you can trust this girl

>”When I sent you without purse, and scrip, and shoes, lacked ye any thing?” If she’s a member of the Templar, she’ll respond correctly

>>3495580
>”When I sent you without purse, and scrip, and shoes, lacked ye any thing?” If she’s a member of the Templar, she’ll respond correctly

>>3495583
This is the kind of reply speed I should aspire to.

>>3495583

>>3495580
>"Yeah I'm Tristan. "

>>3495588
I would, but your updates generally roll in at 4am my time.

>>3495580
When I sent you without purse, and scrip, and shoes, lacked ye any thing?” If she’s a member of the Templar, she’ll respond correctly

>>3495580
>”When I sent you without purse, and scrip, and shoes, lacked ye any thing?” If she’s a member of the Templar, she’ll respond correctly

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>>3495588

>”When I sent you without purse, and scrip, and shoes, lacked ye any thing?” If she’s a member of the Templar, she’ll respond correctly

“When I sent you without purse, and scrip, and shoes, lacked ye any thing?” You ask in response. To most people, this would have seemed a completely off-topic response, perhaps some would have recognized it as a verse from the Bible. However, to members of the Templar …

“Nothing. Luke 22:35.” The Overly-Formal Girl responds. It seemed she knew the answers to the most basic Templar passwords, at least.

“Yes, my name is Tristan,” you reply, now more confident that you can trust her. “May I ask who you are?”

The girl smiles.
“I am Isolde, a servant of the New Covenant Temple.”

“Wait, your name is Isolde? Why are … Sorry, pardon my rudeness, how may I be of use?” You struggle to rein in your shock, barely managing to maintain your professional front. From your conversation with Benjamin, you should have known to expect a visit from her, but still … You still found it unbelievable that right now, you were face to face with the infamous Maverick Exorcist Isolde.

“Ah, I see you’ve heard of me. I guess my reputation precedes itself.” Isolde giggled lightly, “As for why I’m here … You could say I have a few questions to ask you.”

Isolde nods her head at the door. “Is it okay if I come inside?”

>Let her inside

>Speak to her through the doorway

>Go out into the porch and close the door for privacy

>Other

>>3497604
>Receive her in the porch

>>3497604
Go out into the porch and close the door for privacy
Of qm what are you going to do with thises 2, theres a reasion you picked her name......

>>3497811
All I'm going to say is that quests are primarily player driven

>Go out into the porch and close the door for privacy

“No, there’s someone unrelated inside. We can talk confidentially on the porch.” You answer. The questions Isolde had for you were probably too sensitive to let Martha hear them, let alone the answers.

“That’s fine with me.” Isolde steps back, allowing you to step out. “It wouldn’t be good if anyone heard our conversation.”

You step out onto the porch. Immediately, you are greeted by the warmth of the air in the city. It was still quite warm this late in the day in LA. Despite having been outside a bit over an hour ago with Bentham, you still manage to be surprised by the contrast between the air-conditioned hallway of the house and the porch right outside.

“Alright, I’ll begin then.” Isolde says once you close the door behind you. “Last night, you were involved in a neutralization mission on an occult group by the name of the Church of the Living Bread, right?”

“Yes I was,” You confirm, “You visited the farm where they were based, correct?”

Isolde nods in reply.
“Well, I see you’ve already received information on my activities in the area,” she says, crossing her arms behind her back before smiling. “That’s good, that certainly expedites things.”

“So you would like to know about what I saw during my mission last night?” You summarize.

“That’s exactly right, Tristan.” Isolde confirms …

>Recount to her everything you remember. Spare no detail.

>Wait for her questions and answer only what she asks.

>Tell her what you think is most relevant

>Other

>>3499432
>Tell her what you think is most relevant

>>3499432

>Tell her what you think is most relevant

> Recount to her everything you remember. Spare no detail.

>>3499432
>Recount to her everything you remember. Spare no detail.

>>3499432
>Recount to her everything you remember. Spare no detail.

>Recount to her everything you remember. Spare no detail.

“I submitted a report of my mission already,” you say.

“Yes I know, I read it already,” Isolde replies, “But that was only a summary. I’d you to give me every detail you can remember. Is that okay?”

“It was only a day ago, so my memory is still accurate enough.” You affirm, “I set out in the early morning to scope out the farm and observe the movements of the Cult. Inside the farm, the movements of the inhabitants were limited except for a constant stream of people entering the Farmhouse …”

Your report continues for the better part of an hour. In exacting detail, you describe the layout of the compound, the contents of The Pastor’s study, and the insides of the warehouse where you encountered the Eldritch Entity. You recount how you infiltrated the compound, killed The Pastor, and escaped through the Warehouse. You stop a few times in your report whenever passerby pass by on the sidewalk, but you mostly finish it uninterrupted. Isolde only asks a few questions throughout your report, asking about The Pastor’s monstrous nature, the proximity of the Warehouses entrance and the Farmhouses’ back door, and what you could see of the Eldritch Entity’s true form.

“And there was a flicker in your mental wards before they blocked out the appearance of the Eldritch Entity?” Isolde asked

“Yes, but they were restored quickly enough for me to escape mental contamination.” You confirm.

Isolde nods, “Well, that was certainly a detailed report. None of the details contradict what I found on-site, but I didn’t expect any inconsistencies. Thank you, Tristan. You’ve provided a lot of context for my findings.”

>Ask Isolde a question (what?)

>Wait to see what else she’ll say

>Bid her farewell

>Other

>>3502291
Wait to see what else she’ll say
Ask her y she wantes to speak with us?

>>3502291
Ask if the entity was dealt with

> Do you think this was an isolated incident or part of something more complex and organised?

>Ask Isolde a question

“We all work towards the furtherance of The Lord’s design,” You piously say, “Our unified efforts keep humanity safe from the blasphemies that lurk in this world.”

“That’s very pious of you to say,” Isolde says. You note her word choice. The use of ‘Pious’ was strange, it was a neutral description of your statement, rather than the comment on your devotion or words of agreement you would have expected from any other member of the Templar.

And there was something strange in Isolde’s expression as well. She had genuinely smiled slightly hearing your words, but there was something patronizing in her smile.

You lurch forwards to a more practical topic, one that would let a veneer of professionalism back into the conversation.
“I take it that you dealt with the Blasphemy in the Warehouse, correct?

“Of course I did!” Isolde looks to the side, appearing a bit miffed that you’d suggest that she didn’t.

“It is quite an accomplishment to exorcise an entity of that type in such a short amount of time by yourself.”

“Well, you could say I had outside help.”

Isolde doesn’t elaborate on where she got her help from, but you think you know the answer. Where else would a maverick exorcist get extra help from aside from local freelance magic-users in the area. Still, completing an exorcism ritual even sloppily with inexperienced freelance magicians was more a testament to the skill Isolde possessed than anything else.

Isolde answered your question, and gave you additional information too. Thinking over what she said, a new question arises in your mind.

“Exorcist Isolde,” you address her respectfully, “May I ask your opinion on this incident?”

“Go ahead, Tristan.”

“Do you think this was an isolated incident or part of something more complex and organised?”

Isolde considers your question for a second, “Well, I guess the fact that the Pastor had access to more magic and resources than he should have would muddy your judgement … But I think it’s probably that Pastor Daniel either bargained or bought his materials from an external party. His cult was too amateurish to be part of a bigger organization.”

“So your opinion is that The Pastor got the materials for his magic from an outside distributor?” You summarize.

Isolde nods. “That’s right, but I have something I’d like to tell you on that subject.”

>Hear what she has to say

>Ask her more questions (what)

>Send her off

>Other

>>3504703
>Hear what she has to say

Seems like a silly vote, we can always ask her more questions later without interrupting.

> Hear what she has to say

>>3504703
Hear what she has to say

>>3504703
>Hear what she has to say

Judging by the results of this vote, I’ll try to make my choices more impactful from now on. Thank you to 3504884 for his input.

>Hear what she has to say

You nod, not interrupting Isolde.
“You might be wondering why an exorcist like me would be here in Los Angeles without being noticed. It takes time to look into a Cult long enough to find out they summoned an Eldritch Entity after all, so if I was here long enough to do that, I would have been noticed by the Templar in this city already, right?”

Isolde pauses for a second to see if you have any questions before continuing.
“But the truth is that I actually only arrived in Los Angeles yesterday afternoon after one of my contacts told me about the Eldritch Entity at the farm. Handling that cult wasn’t a job I expected to have to take ...”

“Where does this involve the cult in a larger distributor?” You ask, trying to see how her statements all fitted together.

“Oh sorry,” Isolde apologized. “I must have been dragging on. What I was getting to was that I abandoned some pressing issues in the last city I was in.I was pursuing some leads in Winterpine City to a hidden distributor of magical items. However, I found links in the study and workshop of The Pastor for The Church of Living Bread to the distributor I’m chasing so I’ll be doing some investigative work in Los Angeles for a while.”

Isolde pauses as a young couple passes by the house on the sidewalk, the mother pushing a baby stroller while her male companion holds the leash of the dog walking dutifully beside the stroller.

“I’ll be honest, I have a favor to ask you, Tristan. I need you to go to Winterpine City to cover for me. Me coming here from Winterpine city decreases Templar presence in Winterpine city, and I was only there because I suspected Winterpine to be a hotbed for illicit magical activity. However, I’ve found more important tasks for me in Los Angeles, so I need someone to look after Winterpine while I’m gone. Could you replace me in Winterpine for a short time, Tristan?”

>Accept her request

>Reject her request

>Ask her a question (what)

>Other

>>3506415
>Accept her request

We kinda are just bumming it right now. Ask her what the situation is in Winterpine so we can hit the ground running. Bases we can stay in, people to watch out for, etc.

>>3506415
>Accept her request
Any contacts and iteams or help would i experience there?

>Accept her request

“I still get assigned most of my tasks, most of them are assignments where I was the closest one to deal with the problem at the time.” You think about Isolde’s request, how it would affect your working efficiency. “It shouldn’t be much of a change for my work between one city and another. I’ll accept your request for a substitute in Winterpine so long as you report your request to the Main Temple.”

Isolde nods in agreement. “I’ll radio in to the Main Temple tonight. You wouldn’t be able to get your assignments otherwise, would you?”

“Thank you,” you reply, “My transfer is all but settled then. Should I know anything about Winterpine before I leave?”

“I’ve prepared some notes for you. I’ll send them to you later.” Isolde answers. “Although … there are two things you should remember. The Priest in Winterpine Chapel is Father Cullen. He will provide you shelter. Also, I have contacts involved in illicit magical activity throughout the city and I’d like them to remain where they are, if that’s possible. Do your job, but try not to disrupt the status quo in the city. That’s all I have to say.”

>Ask her more questions (what)

>Bid her farwell

>Other

>>3508346
>Ask more questions

"So, what's going on in Los Angeles? "

Damn, not disrupting the status quo is our one weakness

>>3508346
Bid her farwell

No other votes and only two opposing votes at that.
Guess I'll combine the options then.

“May I ask what in Los Angeles attracted your attention?” You ask Isolde.

“Hmm?” Isolde says, “It’s not much that has to do with any assignment’s you’d get, there’s just a few links between some illicit magic-users in Winterpine to here I’d like to investigate. I found some very interesting heretical texts in that Pastor’s study.”
Isolde laughs. “You’ve been working in this city longer than I have, Tristan. If there was anything important going on, you’d know about it by now, right?”

“I’m not experienced enough to investigate independent of support from the Main Temple,” You protest.

“I guess you’re not at that level yet. Keep working hard then, Tristan” Isolde nods almost patronizingly. It was like she was treating you like a junior, or acting like your senior, even though she wasn’t that much older than you. “Is there anything you want to ask me?”

“No, not that comes to mind.”

“I’ll take my leave then.” Isolde says. “Expect a message later tonight.”

“Farewell.”

Isolde leaves. You look up at the sky. The sky was darkening, it was almost sunset. Huh, it hadn’t seemed so much time had passed talking to Isolde. You open the front door and go back inside. Your dinner was definitely cold by now, but you didn’t mind.

Martha was lying on the couch in front of the blaring TV, exactly where she had been when you had gone outside. Sitting beside her was an empty plate.

“That took a while. So who were you talking to, Tristan?” Martha asks as you walk through the living room.

>Talking with a colleague

>Talking with a friend

>Some stranger was looking for me

>Other

>>3510605
>A colleague. Seems I'll be traveling for work soon.

>A colleague. Seems I'll be traveling for work soon

>>3510605
Talking with a colleague

>Colleague, travel for work

“A colleague. It seems I’ll be traveling for work soon.” You answer.

“So they visited to tell you that you’d need to travel soon?”

“More or less.”

“Oh wow! Your job seems interesting.” Martha says. You had never specified what job you pretended to do with Martha, giving the impression that it was an obscure profession somewhere between theological research and writing.
“Where to?” Martha asks.

“Somewhere in Washington,” you answer. That was where Winterpine City was. You refrain from specifying where in Washington exactly out of a habit of hiding your movements.

“That’s pretty far north. Good thing it’s this time of year.” Martha muses as she returns her attention to the TV.

You decide to watch for a bit before going to finish your dinner. The TV was on what seemed to be a news channel …

”... Now an update on the murder Harbour Freeway, Amy’s here with that story.”

“Yes, last night, around 3:44 PM, a man’s body was found dismembered and partially gutted under an overpass on the Harbour Freeway, police investigations are still underway ...

The camera switched from the brightly colored newsroom to a laboratory with a man in a lab coat in the foreground who seemed to be a forensic analyst.

“The corpse was horribly disfigured … One arm and one leg had been separated from the body, and the stomach appeared to have been torn open. The man’s liver was completely gone as well as a significant portion of his intestines, the remaining intestines showing signs of having been chewed on. The estimated time of death is three hours ago ...

Martha abruptly switches the channel to some football channel.
“That’s to gory for me,” She apologizes.

“It’s quite okay,” You reassure her.

“Still … the horrible things people do to each other.” Martha rants, “I guess It’s just evidence for how fallen this world is, right Tristan?”

“The heart of man is full of evil,” You agree.
…

Eventually you finish dinner and help with washing the dishes. By the time you finish, the sun has set. However, your evening hasn’t ended yet. You plan to …

>Take a walk outside. After all, you don’t have to hide, plus it’s good for digestion

>Read something interesting for once. You’ve done enough studying for today.

>Do nothing and go to bed early so you can wake up even earlier tomorrow and finish your training

>Maintain your weapons. You already did this when you came home last night, but you’ve got nothing better to do.

>Other

>>3513048
>Take a walk outside. After all, you don’t have to hide, plus it’s good for digestion

>>3513048
>Take a walk

Sure hope we don't run into any gut eaters

>Take a walk

It’s getting lake, but you still decide to take a walk. If you had a problem with walking around at night, you wouldn’t be a Knight of the Templar.

You slip on your windbreaker before stepping outside. One side was slightly heavy with your tactical knife in a hidden pocket, but it would barely be noticeable even with someone looking straight at you.

Exiting the house, you find the sun set a short while ago. You set off down the sidewalk just the same. You already know where you’re going: Saint Nicholas’ Church. It was a small, neighbourhood church, barely more than a chapel and some classrooms and storage rooms on a low hill. It was quite far away, more than half an hour on foot. But you weren’t exactly avoiding walking right now.

You pass by lane after lane of residential housing. Inside each house was a family, each one living out their own unique lives. You don’t envy them, but still, you can’t help but wonder how life would have been different if you had been born in a normal family. What would it be like to live a life oblivious to the wider world? One where you didn’t constantly risk your life, weren’t always in danger of dying

… Then again, it wasn’t like not knowing about the dangers hiding in the shadows you fought against made anyone safer from them. And even if that was the case, a mundane life was still hard enough. Even in Los Angeles, poverty was on the rise and meaningful employment was scarce. The price of an education was near-unaffordable, let alone an acceptable place to live.

Before you know it, you’ve arrived at the church. As always, the door was unlocked, the better to let parishioners with heavy thoughts in.

>Go the chapel and pray

>Explore the Church

>Other

Unfortunately, there won't be an update tomorrow, so I'll ask a few questions now instead.
How's the quest going for you guys? Is anyone here from thread one? Any questions on what's going on?

>>3514835
>Explore the church

Pray in time, but scout out the area first


I'm here from thread one, and like the cozy atmosphere of this quest. Pretty sure I understand what's happening.

>>3514835
>Explore the Church

>Explore the Church

The lights in the the Church were dark, but the moonlight streaming through the windows was enough to illuminate the hallways. A church in a typical neighbourhood that was this well-maintained should have been safe, but you never knew. Perhaps there was a gang of delinquents loafing around in the building, or a thief hiding from the police, or a murderous clergy member. Exceptions were only truly exceptions when they took you by surprise.

You couldn’t deny being curious about the building’s layout and contents either.

More than half the rooms were locked, but many of the doors had windows set into them which allow you to peer in. The majority of the rooms were classrooms which could be used for anything from prayer groups to small parties, but you also see the chrome interior of a kitchen, a daycare littered with toys, and a storage room containing everything from old Yamaha keyboards to dusty projectors.

The last room you visit is a secluded classroom near the back of the building. On the hallway wall opposite it’s door hangs a bulletin board plastered with pictures of smiling kids both in the classroom and playing outside. You test the door handle. It’s unlocked.

You enter the classroom. Half of the classroom seemed to double as a storage space, filled with moveable whiteboards and columns of stacked chairs and foldable tables.

The actual classroom consisted of a paltry few rows of seats facing away to one side of the room containing a battered old piano as well as a large chalkboard. You can barely read what is written on the chalkboard in the faint moonlight …

Memorize for next Sunday:
Deuteronomy 6:5
Matthew 22:39
Corinthians 10:31

“And thou shalt love the Lord thy God with all thine heart, and with all thy soul, and with all thy might.” you whisper under your breath. You remembered all three verses by heart, having memorized them long ago.

You continue looking around the classroom. One wall consisted mostly of windows overlooking a lawn filled with playground equipment. A locked door led outside. Hanging in the spaces between the pillars were homemade posters made of different cut-out pieces of construction paper. They were messily made, like they had been glued together by children … probably because they were.

You closely examine one. It consisted of a tall sunflower with too many leaves stretching towards the sun. On each of the sunflower’s leaves was a different name, presumably each belonging to a different child. On the sun was written Jesus. Next to it was a sentence written in neat cursive, perhaps by the teacher?

Jesus is the sun that shines on us, the center of our lives.

Perhaps a bit of an oversimplification, but it wasn’t like the church was trying to put their sunday school class through seminary (you chuckle at the thought) …

>You’ve seen all you meant to. Head to the Chapel.

>You like it here, it’s quite wholesome here. Stay awhile.

>Other

>>3520034
>You've seen all you meant to. Head to the chapel.

Building Is clear. Unless there's a stealth expert.

>>3520034

>You’ve seen all you meant to. Head to the Chapel

>You've seen all you meant to. Head to the chapel.

You had checked through the building as best as you could and there were no threats. At least you doubt that something skilled enough to conceal itself from your presence would be in a small suburban church.
And now that you were sure your were safe, It was time to fulfill the original purpose or your visit here.

You take a last look around the room. You rather liked it, but there was no point in idling here. You intended to get home at one point this night.

The route you had taken through the church had been circuitous by necessity, but you take the most direct way to the chapel near the entrance, shortening what had been a fifteen-minute journey into one that barely takes five.

Pushing through the heavy wooden doors to the chapel, you find it to be a windowless room save for two panels of stained glass which turned the white moonlight into a pattern of blues, reds, and yellows scattered across the chapel interior.

You take a seat at a pew close to the altar. For a few minutes, you marvel at the quietness inside the chapel before you still the wayward thoughts in your mind, letting your prayer drift to the surface ...

>Praise God and his glory and reaffirm your oath to act as his instrument

>Thank God for his blessings and ask that he be with you in your journey

>Ask a question that has been pressing on your mind (what)

>Ask for a boon (what)

>Simply bear witness to the presence of God

>>3521955
>Thank God for his blessings and ask that he be with you in your journey.

I know from mission one we have to worry about lovecraftian horrors. Are biblical demons also floating around out there? What about fae?

>>3521955
>Thank God for his blessings and ask that he be with you in your journey

>>3522092
Technically, Tristan is neither equipped or expected to deal with lovecraftian horrors on a regular basis, they're an OCP to the average Templar knight. Usually, when one appears, the Templar send in the exorcists right away, unless it catches them off-guard like in thread one.

Lorewise, demons are more common, but still incredibly rare and dangerous. Whether or not they are the demons referred to in the Bible is a point of debate among the Templar.
Anything fae-like is usually treated like another type of demon since, from a practical standpoint, exorcisms work on both equally well.

Also, writing

>Thank God for his blessings and ask that he be with you in your journey
[+1 Idealistic]

The prayer that comes to you is one of thanksgiving. With your reassignment to Winterpine, your future was uncertain, so now was an ideal time to remind yourself that you were blessed by God. After all, weren’t you blessed? You were alive after facing dangers that would kill most ordinary people, and healthier than most ordinary people too. You had the support of wise mentors, and a clear path to follow through your uncertain future.
With that in mind, you offer up a prayer of gratitude for blessings both hidden and plain.

“Our Father which art in heaven, hallowed be thy name, thy kingdom come, thy will be done in Earth, as it is in Heaven. I thank you for my continued safety and health as well as the chance to meet my teachers Bentham and Mill. Truly, time spent with them in my daily life and outside combat has been a great blessing. I also thank you for allowing my first mentor, Bentham, to find peace and a normal life in retirement and granting him a tranquility absent from when I knew him.” you pray aloud.

But thanksgiving is only half of your business with God. Even with a clear path of duty laid out in front of you, you did not know what it would lead you through. Now was a good time, the best time really, to ask God to watch over you and be with you. You do exactly that.

“But soon, this time spent with my mentors will end and I will face danger again. Truly, the path of the righteous is a narrow one. I pray that you accompany me in the coming times of uncertainty as I relocate to Winterpine.”

Now that you offered your prayers, you feel as if a weight has been lifted off your chest. You have given God his due gratitude. More than that, after praying, you feel reassured that wherever you go, your God will be there to guide you.

>Make another prayer (what?)

>Bear witness to the presence of God

>Your business here is done. Leave.

>Other

>>3523819
>Bear witness to the presence of God

Not sure what this means so I picked it to find out. I live dangerously like that.

>>3523819
Your business here is done. Leave.

Rolled 6 (1d6)

It's tied and the options are quite different so I'll roll a 1d6 to decide what to choose.

Odds - Bear witness to the presence of God.
Evens - Your business here is done. Leave.

>Your business here is done. Leave.

Your prayers finished, you get up and leave. You exit through the heavy wooden doors, slowly walking through the church to the front entrance.

Once you exit the church, you find the night to be cool and refreshing. On foot, it would be half an hour before you got back so you waste no time setting off down the sidewalk.

Before you round the corner, you take one last look at the Church. Sitting on it’s low hill and illuminated by the moonlight, it was a surreal sight you can’t help but stop for a minute to admire.

But just then, as you admire the church, you see a figure step out of the front entrance and stare at the moon. It was Isolde.
Isolde turns around as if noticing you at the bottom of the hill. You can barely make out her facial expression in the moonlight.
It was a sad smile.

You watch Isolde as she walks down the other side of the hill, disappearing from view. It isn’t until then that you shake yourself out of your stupor and continue walking back.

You are plagued with questions the entire way back to Bentham’s home. How had you not noticed her in the chapel? Why had she been there?

But the closer and closer you get home, the less and less confused you feel. By the time you walk in through the front door, your sighting of Isolde at the church has turned from a mystery into a novelty. It was no mystery how she had escaped your notice, she was templar-trained in stealth just like you, and the building had been just big enough for the two of you to not bump into each other. And there was only one reason a parishioner visited and empty church - to pray. As for what prayers had exchanged between the Maverick Exorcist and God? Well, it was none of your concern.
End of Thread

Another thread done. I can't believe I've done five of these.

Questions/concerns/complaints? pls no bully

>>3525636
Thanks for running!

What would have happened if bear witness to god had won the coin flip?

>>3525817
There's an example of that option being chosen in thread #4
That being said, the result isn't the same every time so let's just say it leads to minor plot development.

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