Where The Prophet Lost His Sandals - A La Moruna's Story

Well, this will save Finn. And me. And her. 

I'm out of the Scene; so yeah. 

The knight inquisitor was visibly displeased with how things were going. Slowly, she lowered the pistol, convinced by her cousin that violence would not bring her the results she needed... and raised a far more fearsome tool of hers. Her voice.

"Their blood would not be on my hands, much like all the faithful you locked away to a feiry death. After all, we only came to help these villagers after some characters set fire to their fields. And we've taken them to the church so they would be protected by the divine while we battled fire and chaos. And then, we were attacked by heretics and objectionists, and this is the result. Now, who would profit from such a fire? Us, that only arrived after the fire started to spread, or a fugitive on the run, trying to hide away in the confusion? Using trusting people as her shield, willing to risk them and their livelihoods just to hide away her heresy. That is the corruption that such foul, tainted and selfish science brings. Why it must be stopped!

Or perhaps a foreigner set the fire for reasons of his own? Does anyone even know who you are?" she spoke at Finn "Locking people into deathtraps with an inferno approaching? Perhaps this land is not full enough of monsters for you, eisen, so you had to become one of your own?"

The whispers turned. Grew louder. She played with these people, and unlike la moruna, her tools weren't compassionate or enlightened. She played with the peoples angers and fears. And her voice grew louder with the whispers, encouraging them, tempting them, scaring them into a mob.

"So quick the both of you are to blame us, like the duo of criminal heretics you are, passing your guilt onto others. But these people will suffer under your heresy no more!"

Some faces in the crowd turned white, others red. All the while, the remaining hooded figures withdrew from the crowd and positioned themselfs closer to their preacher.


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Everyones favourite inquisitors spends her 2 raises to completely shift the blame to our duo of heroes. That leaves her out of raises!

While Finns words were well chosen, the mood did not change. The crowd had accepted the foreigner and girl as scapegoats for their misfortune, and nothing else would do.

The knight inquisitor, however, made a gesture to hold them back

"You will not get away with this, mark my words." she spoke, before gesturing towards the door "Neither of you."

Without another word, Finn grabs La Morunas hand, helping the tiny woman to get up on her feet. Under the burning hateful gaze of the Inquisitor, and villagers faces of mixed emotion, they leave the church. None of the villagers block their path, and behind them they can already hear Francesca yelling at her troops about their incompetence to let such a situation happen. Many Villagers go out with them, as the inquisitional troops no longer guard the entrance.

Outside, the angry villagers have mostly quieted down, and now many whispers and more or less angry opinions get thrown around as the ones from within the church explain what happened. The wind had switched direction and picked up speed by now, and dark clouds started to form at the horizon, quickly approaching.

Finn stoically tries to pull through the masses without stepping on anyones toes, and La Moruna quietly, but determined, follows behind him. Many voices made loud behind them, but little of them are hateful, most are about organizing bucket chains and saving the fields, some others reporting suprised that despite the long time the fire approached the village bounds, none of the wood reserves were set aflame, as if someone had doused most of the flameable spots at the city borders.

Hectic life spread to the streets, as everyone tried their best to help with the rescue efforts, for both the inquisitional goons as well as their village. None of them, however, even acknowledge La Moruna as she walks through the streets, just following the Eisen that is heading for the opposite city of the city, away from the flames.

As they reach the border of the village, nothing more than plains in sight, and leaving most of the sounds of the rescue efforts behind them, She stops one last time to turn around and look at the small village that had been so good to her in time of need. That is when she sees that they have, in fact, been followed. A pale looking boy, barely ten years old, and an old woman. Grandma Christina had followed them.

"Now listen here" she said, before La Moruna could react. "They tell me that you are a priest, a sinner, a traitor to the church and a criminal." She spits to the ground, muttering a curse. "I just want you to know, I dont believe a single verse of that mierda*. What I have seen of you in the time you lived here, and what you did today." her hand tightens around the shoulder of the boy. "No traitor to the church would have done that. I understand that you won't be able to return here, with them in your neck." A gesture to the village behind her. "But you saved my little boy. I hate being unable to repay you for your kindness, but we both wanted to thank you for what you have done for us."

She pushes the boy forward. Despite being seemingly weakend, he takes a few steps towards La Moruna, and hugs her thightly on her waist. "Thank you, kind lady" He manages to say, before steping back to his grandmother.

"Dios te acompañe**, La Moruna."

*crap
**God be with you

With that, La Moruna turned towards Finn, who was quietly waiting, and they left. The dark clouds gathering above started to drizzle silently, ridding the air of the smoke. Grandma Christina and the little boy stayed at the border of the village for a while, watching the two walk away, before turning back to help with the rescue efforts.

Deep in thoughts, La Moruna just walked behind the Eisen man, clouds swirling overhead, the crackle of thunder in the distance, as the sounds of the village lessened, and finally vanished.

"We should probably be thankful for this rain." Finn noted. La Moruna barely took notice. "It will wash away any tracks we might leave. If we walk through the night and take some shortcuts, we should be able to keep them on a distance for a while." he continued. Still no response. They continued walking for a while until the village was now nothing more than a speck at the horizon, and it was visible that the inferno had been brought down to a controlable size while the rain poured down and helped the dousing efforts.

Finn stoped, and turned around, causing La Moruna to almost walk into him as she was still lost in thought.

"Hear me out, please." He said. "I have no idea what you have gotten yourself into to be hunted by the church. But you seem faithful nonetheless. Quite honestly, Eisen history has many examples of good men and women doing the right thing, only for theological differences to cause way too much violence." His hand wanders to his chest, where he pulls out an iron cross and grasps it thigtly. "Saying I dont want to know would be a blatant lie. Saying that I dont care would be one, too. I'm not expecting immediate response, so dont fret it, but we seem to be stuck together for a while at least. You have no reason to trust me, and the same goes the other way around. But, I just want to have stated, if you ever feel like sharing" he gives a smile. "Im all ears." He turns back from La Moruna, to their original path. "I've got food supplies for about a week. If we get to a river, we can probably find a village that can give us a ride on a boat, that should buy us time and distance." he continues, as if nothing happened.

On the horizon, behind the cloud, one could see how low the sun was standing. In less than an hour, it would set, leaving our due in the dark of night, as they marched onwards, branching off the path to cut through a nearby forest.