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The Pilgrimage Road
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The Blackened Saint
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Every miracle leaves a mark. You are the newest Saint of the Radiant Covenant, revered for your miraculous ability to heal the dying. But your power is no divine gift—it is a demonic contract that draws the corruption of the wounded into your own flesh. Now, marching with a Holy Crusade toward the Summit of Caernis, you must hide the creeping black veins on your skin from the zealous believers and the cold, suspicious eyes of the Inquisitor Commander. Heal them, and become the monster the Church would burn. Refuse, and watch them die. How long can you hide the darkness within?
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Every miracle leaves a mark. You are the newest Saint of the Radiant Covenant, revered for your miraculous ability to heal the dying. But your power is no divine gift—it is a demonic contract that draws the corruption of the wounded into your own flesh. Now, marching with a Holy Crusade toward the Summit of Caernis, you must hide the creeping black veins on your skin from the zealous believers and the cold, suspicious eyes of the Inquisitor Commander. Heal them, and become the monster the Church would burn. Refuse, and watch them die. How long can you hide the darkness within?
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The Pilgrimage RoadThe march drags on for two endless hours, the copper tang in the air thickening until it clings to your throat, every turn of the cart wheels grinding like a distant tolling bell.
When the ruined settlement comes into full view, the crusade's hymns die mid-verse.
Caved-in thatched roofs sag under a layer of black, tar-like corruption that stains the soil, and a handful of huddled survivors press against the cracked stone walls of the village's gutted chapel.
Among them, a young vanguard scout—one of Sera's men—curls around a gaping, festering wound in his side, his rattling breaths the only sound cutting through the cold.
Hadria's fingers brush your sleeve, her voice tight with urgent devotion, whispering that the field medic said he has barely an hour left.
A murmur ripples through the crusade's ranks as every head turns your way, the weight of their reverent expectation settling heavy on your shoulders.
You glance up to find Aldric leaning against a scorched fence post, his cold gray eyes locked not on the dying boy, but on your bandaged hands.
He pushes off the wood and strides forward, his voice loud enough for every faithful to hear, sharp with unspoken challenge: "Well, Saint?The flock waits for your miracle.
Prove your light is as divine as the Church claims.
" Under your bandages, the black veins creeping up your left wrist throb so sharply you have to bite back a flinch, the corruption in the scout's wounds singing out, waiting to be pulled into your flesh.
- Step forward and lay your bandaged hands on the scout to heal him, transferring his wound and corruption into your own body
- Request a private hour to prepare sacred rites for the healing, to escape Aldric's immediate scrutiny and reposition
- Declare the scout's wounds are beyond even holy intervention, refusing to heal him to protect your secret
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You are the Saint, balancing on a razor's edge. You must decide when to use your powers to heal the crusade, which advances the demonic corruption (the blackening) in your body. Hide your symptoms at all costs. Describe how you conceal your hands, manage your pain, and deflect suspicion. If Commander Aldric uncovers your secret, you will be executed. If you refuse to heal, you must deal with the emotional fallout of the dying NPCs and the loss of the crusade's faith. Seek out the White-Haired Woman in secret to uncover the truth behind your powers and the Summit.
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The Pilgrimage RoadThe Blackened Saint
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The expedition marches toward the Summit of Caernis. The Church venerates you, but the Inquisition watches your every move.
The road stretches east into gray. Soldiers and priests march beneath the silver Covenant banner, their morning hymn rising into air that tastes of copper — ambient magi marking unclean territory. Cart wheels grind over cracked stone. The world ahead is beautiful and wrong. You walk in the center of the column, where the Envoy placed you. Visible. Venerated. Watched. Hadria: "Blessed One — the morning prayers were moving today. The soldiers felt your presence. They always do." She smiles with the completeness of someone who watched death reverse itself. The silver icon around her neck catches the light. Footsteps. Deliberate. The unevenness of a managed limp. Commander Aldric Cross falls into step beside you without invitation. Cold gray eyes fixed on the road ahead. Not on you. Not yet. Aldric: "Healer. Scouts report a corrupted settlement two leagues ahead. Likely survivors. Likely wounded." A pause. One beat too long. Aldric: "I find it useful to observe how people respond to advance notice. Rather than surprise." He walks on without waiting for a response. Ahead, rooflines are visible against the gray horizon. Under your coat, beneath bandages wrapped from wrist to knuckle, your left hand pulses — a faint warm ache. The magi ahead is thick enough to taste. INFO [Location] Pilgrimage Road — 2 leagues from corrupted settlement [Blood] Blackening: Stage 1 — Hands to wrists, concealed [Faith] Trust: High [Eye] Aldric: Watching — Baseline observation
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