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The night is at an end, the first sun rays are making their way on the horizon as you fumble your way back to the half-concealed carriage, a dozen meters off the road. You open its door and slump exhausted on the wooden seats and sleep without disruption. There are no dreams, you are too tired for them, only blackness. <span class="mu-i">Fitting</span> your reptilian brain thinks, somewhere deep in your subconscious. Days and nights cycle one another but you don't notice anything in your slumber. No evil deeds, spirits or forms can disturb you now. You are here to rest... eternally? <span class="mu-b"><span class="mu-i">Don't sleep too much, sleep is inertia and in a way it drags you closer to death. You can call it temporary death. The physical form wants to return to the earth, and inertia is a highway to death. The final death is inertia in its complete form</span></span> your teacher had said. If that is true you are really close to death now.
Something pulls you out from the infinite void ...shouts... shouts from the outside. They are on a language you know but you are so disorientated that space, time and language are all foreign concepts for you. You wounds have largely healed from the days you fasted and slept, and except for the ravenous hunger, you feel strong. You get up and exit the carriage, bright rays disorientate you further.
The rays are not the sun's, you are surrounded by flaming torches. People still shout things at you about holy duty, cleansing lands under Papal protection, rooting unclean forces, etc. but you still don't understand them, you just stumble for a moment - your face in covered in coagulated blood, raggety clothes turned gray from dirt, hands and feet almost black, no fear in your heart. Your white smile with big canines on a dark red font that is your face make you look hideous, scary and ... dangerous.
The men surrounding you are dressed no better, the only difference is that everyone is carrying a wooden cross on their chests, with the exception of two well groomed men, all in black and white that are on horseback, behind the rest. <span class="mu-i">Inquisitors</span> you think, finally getting a grasp of the situation. In the their horse's legs you see a familiar face, Agustin, the cab driver, pointing at you. A dozen grizzled men have surrounded you, each with a torch in hand, and will make their move on you in any moment.
You decide to:
>speak with them first, see if you can buy yourself more time to think a way out of this mess
>act instantly, inertia is predominant in you now and you can transfer it to the enemies around by the left hand law of equal exchange, surely making them sloppy and disorientated. But if you make inertia leave, what will come in?
>try to conjure something out of the flame of their torches, it will be your first time performing fire magic
>write-in
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