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>North.
Your sojourn carries you north, the skeleton’s gambling den slipping into the brush as you press onward through BROCELIANDE FOREST. You ought to be closing in on your home, the MISERICORDE, about now–the spires of your tower should be piercing the tree line just ahead. You soon enough find another clearing, small stone steps piercing through the grass and leading up to what appears to be a SHRINE.
A weathered stone statue of a holy woman looms over you, in garb not unlike what the sister behind you wears: a CHURCH CORPUS SHRINE, it seems, a flowers and moss gnarled statue long forgotten by its devotees. You never quite learnt to distinguish the tenets of all the many religions of humankind, but even you are familiar with the CHURCH CORPUS, the dominant body of faith for the capitol.
You have had several run-ins with the monster hunting arm of the faith, the CHOIR, led by their wicked CHOIRMASTERS–though, the choir’s “monster hunting” is a pretense in service of their true goal of conducting experiments on your kind. You have seen their attempts to elevate humans to the level of monsters, and it is never a pleasant sight. The low-level brick and mortar practitioners like Sister Marilia are not beholden to such secrets.
“Ah–a statue to OUR LADY OF AGONY.” The nun bows her head and clasps her hands. “How sad to see it forgotten..”
“Woah, these pants are really warm.” You adjust the hem of your new NUN PATHS. They’re a half-decent fit, a little breezy. And they smell like lavender. “Thanks!”
“..Right.” Marilia shoots you a look.
>Ask about her faith.
>Make a pass at her.
>Press her to continue on.
>[Write-In.]
