>>5342063The fire from your vision, from the sacrifical pyre burning atop the ziggurat steps of the great Temple-Fortress Of Ixachitlan,
>>5342048the same burning conflagration detonates across the night sky of this fortress, the very courtyard where you stand.
But this time you feel the backwash of scorching heat, hear the agony of screams and scent the bitter stench of charnel flesh.
First Player
(...)
But, as we often see, against some storm,
A silence in the heavens, the rack stand still,
The bold winds speechless and the orb below
As hush as death, anon the dreadful thunder
Doth rend the region...
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The echoing words make your thoughts swim a little. You feel the meaning of anon has perhaps changed from what it once meant in the elder ages.
Sir Pellory's face
>>5340915is seized by a most unwarlike terror. You have a feeling despite his armigerous aspect, he is far from being possessed of great estimation or command of arms amongst his men.
To the dismay of his accompanying halberdiers,
>>5340935Sir Pellory seems ready to flee.
(optional: before heading to the Keep, to search anon for anonymous - er, Hieronymous...)
>Ask Sir Pellory for a weapon>You think you already possess a sword, perhaps? Examine it>>5340801(you did not choose any other gift here)
>Write-in and give an inspiring speech to the Halberdiers, try and encourage them to hold the porticullis of the inner keep, to ensure you are not overrun. A better speech might dissuade Sir Pellory from his cowardly retreat, buy you more time to find Hieronymous Erde, and perhaps affect the Birthing Rite Of Five Eyes...>Something else? (can write-in any further preparatory actions before heading inside and searching the Keep)>You possess all that you need. Head into the Inner Keep of Ravenspurn now 