Either they expect some mighty big animals in those traps, or they wanted safety in numbers.
Okay, I know I use old-fashioned and outdated phrases, and that's because I read a lot of old books. I'm thinking I know how Douglass got all these outdated ideas.
... Douglass, 'Hee hee, watch the stupid superstitious peasants flail' isn't half so funny as you think it is.
Methinks Douglass has confused 'courtyard' and 'town square'. (Although the priest's house, more commonly called the rectory, can be attached to the church, and I imagine that's the norm.)
Uh, yeah no I don't think the sores are from dehydration.
... Just going to note that under Catholic theology their supposed inability to understand what's going on makes them less able to deserve such treatment. Not going to claim this was always followed, but that's why animals for example can't do evil. (Also, why is Axis so shocked when treating accused criminals that way was normal in the European Medieval Period? Sadly, he shouldn't consider this noteworthy.)
Your explanation would stand a good chance of being effective, yes.
Azhure, just because Axis thinks Ogden there isn't a very good Brother doesn't mean Ogden is not a Brother nor does it make him an ally. In fact, in this particular case you should run very far away.
Uh, WHY is explosive anger and violence being cited as a desirable attribute of your PRIESTS? Possibly even your SAINTS?
Yeah, oaths are potent things.
... Why were we told Shra looked attractive before we were told she sounds like she's DYING? Priorities much?
How does a sound become more intense-sounding without growing louder? I suppose it might take up more of your attention, but she should really say that if that's what she means.
Belial couldn't help but worry about Ceolmund, whom no one had seen since he'd run away from Axis. Yes, the Brothers Ogden and Veremund were certain he'd be fine and he was a grown man capable of looking after himself, but Belial would have been much happier if Axis had approved his request to send out a search party.
Honestly, what had the Brothers been thinking? Shouldn't they want to know if their friend had found warmth and shelter? If he'd hurt himself running in the dark? Why he'd run off in the first place?
Belial loosened his grip on his reins and unclenched his jaw. Getting angry at the Brothers wouldn't make them better friends, and neither would aggravating his mild headache.
... Were they friends?
Belial turned the thought over in his mind. Ceolmund clearly disliked the Brothers, so whatever friendship existed was solely that of the Brothers. And they didn't seem to-
Belial bit back a swear as his headache spiked.
Ogden and Veremund didn't seem to care about Ceolmund, so they couldn't really be friends.
The headache throbbed between Belial's temples, but he was no stranger to pain. They'd clearly met before, so that much was true, but why lie about being friends?
Although, when could they have met? Ogden had been at Silent Woman Keep for nearly forty years and Veremund had to been been there for at least that long, and yet Ceolmund looked to be maybe thirty-five. He could be forty, but even thirty-five was a stretch.
Belial's head felt like he'd caught a mace with it. He grit his teeth and kept going.
There was no way Ogden and Veremund could have befriended Ceolmund and be who they claimed to be. They had frequently talked over Ceolmund. They'd claimed Ceolmund was... unwell. They hadn't been concerned when he ran away during a cold night.
They were lying, and Ceolmund knew it.
Belial felt almost dizzy as his headache drained to nothing. He didn't yet know what those two were lying about, but now he knew to be on his guard.
He glanced up the road at Axis and the two imposters, and decided he'd wait on telling Axis until he had more proof.
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Okay, I know I use old-fashioned and outdated phrases, and that's because I read a lot of old books. I'm thinking I know how Douglass got all these outdated ideas.
... Douglass, 'Hee hee, watch the stupid superstitious peasants flail' isn't half so funny as you think it is.
Methinks Douglass has confused 'courtyard' and 'town square'. (Although the priest's house, more commonly called the rectory, can be attached to the church, and I imagine that's the norm.)
Uh, yeah no I don't think the sores are from dehydration.
... Just going to note that under Catholic theology their supposed inability to understand what's going on makes them less able to deserve such treatment. Not going to claim this was always followed, but that's why animals for example can't do evil. (Also, why is Axis so shocked when treating accused criminals that way was normal in the European Medieval Period? Sadly, he shouldn't consider this noteworthy.)
Your explanation would stand a good chance of being effective, yes.
Azhure, just because Axis thinks Ogden there isn't a very good Brother doesn't mean Ogden is not a Brother nor does it make him an ally. In fact, in this particular case you should run very far away.
Uh, WHY is explosive anger and violence being cited as a desirable attribute of your PRIESTS? Possibly even your SAINTS?
Yeah, oaths are potent things.
... Why were we told Shra looked attractive before we were told she sounds like she's DYING? Priorities much?
How does a sound become more intense-sounding without growing louder? I suppose it might take up more of your attention, but she should really say that if that's what she means.
Belial couldn't help but worry about Ceolmund, whom no one had seen since he'd run away from Axis. Yes, the Brothers Ogden and Veremund were certain he'd be fine and he was a grown man capable of looking after himself, but Belial would have been much happier if Axis had approved his request to send out a search party.
Honestly, what had the Brothers been thinking? Shouldn't they want to know if their friend had found warmth and shelter? If he'd hurt himself running in the dark? Why he'd run off in the first place?
Belial loosened his grip on his reins and unclenched his jaw. Getting angry at the Brothers wouldn't make them better friends, and neither would aggravating his mild headache.
... Were they friends?
Belial turned the thought over in his mind. Ceolmund clearly disliked the Brothers, so whatever friendship existed was solely that of the Brothers. And they didn't seem to-
Belial bit back a swear as his headache spiked.
Ogden and Veremund didn't seem to care about Ceolmund, so they couldn't really be friends.
The headache throbbed between Belial's temples, but he was no stranger to pain. They'd clearly met before, so that much was true, but why lie about being friends?
Although, when could they have met? Ogden had been at Silent Woman Keep for nearly forty years and Veremund had to been been there for at least that long, and yet Ceolmund looked to be maybe thirty-five. He could be forty, but even thirty-five was a stretch.
Belial's head felt like he'd caught a mace with it. He grit his teeth and kept going.
There was no way Ogden and Veremund could have befriended Ceolmund and be who they claimed to be. They had frequently talked over Ceolmund. They'd claimed Ceolmund was... unwell. They hadn't been concerned when he ran away during a cold night.
They were lying, and Ceolmund knew it.
Belial felt almost dizzy as his headache drained to nothing. He didn't yet know what those two were lying about, but now he knew to be on his guard.
He glanced up the road at Axis and the two imposters, and decided he'd wait on telling Axis until he had more proof.