>>5225563Wisely said, only faith can protect us against magic.
>>5225609>>5225622It depends, here I would have given you 1 mudcore if you had been a bastard and 1 piety if you were a good man. Sometimes I can remove mudcore if you are too kind but generally you can gain piety and mudcore together.
>>5226255Mortecouille ! It explains everything ! It is by this sorcery that the pious king Macaron, who has been raised by Ricoeur has changed and renounced his faith ! May he thrice be cursed this descendant of Julian the Apostate ! He parades in the clothes of ancient pagan emperors and wants to be crowned Imperator of Evropa and force us to worship the idol Jupiter ! My christian brothers, we have no choice but to revolt ! Take your pitchforks and scythes, take your sword and spears and march on the citadel of the Elysée ! Put on yellow doublets to be recognised ! Montjoie !
>>5225683You told the man, after a moment of shock.
-Father François, you, there? In India?
The priest looked at you and raised an eyebrow. His fat features seemed concerned.
- Sir Charles, are you well? I am lost and seeing the hills nearby I fear that I was too close to the Reims hills even if they seemed higher, or I was too drunk. But India, let's be serious, how can I be in India of all places, we do not know anything about this land!
You were petrified for a moment, so it was... Before you could answer you saw Ancel falling on his knees and doing four or five times the sign of the cross.
-Devilry! Devilry! Witchy! We are all doomed!
You needed to calm him.
-Silence coward.... But it is sorcery indeed! How do you ended in this house Father Francois.
-I was drunk on a field during my travels and awakened by the rain, I saw this house and I entered.
You were stopped by the coughing of Oldfossil who asked after coughing.
-Is this man from your land too?
-Yes, he is, he is the priest of the parish of Villeroi and Confessor of my family... By Saint Christophe, how could you have traveled here Father... Or God decided to send me reinforcements... I.. .
The priest asked Oldfossil.
-I am terribly sorry but who are you good sir, and why are you speaking with a Picard accent? Are we in Picardy? It is maybe too hilly for this? Gold in Burgundy maybe? You are making me afraid... You all look so nervous.
-Picard... What? I am Oldfossil, councilor of his Lordship Charles de Villeroi, Lord of Local, Vassal of Baron Crook Wickedson!
It was the turn of your confessor to do the sign of the cross, he said.
- Charles? Lord? Lord Eudes is dead? And your elder brothers... No, it can't be, I saw them two days ago... And what is this "Local".. And... Sir! Don't tell me that you are the vassal of an Englishman!
