Thread:Orion's Dagger/@comment-27989107-20190907151914/@comment-5647250-20190919030417

Gabriel: (he glances at Father Caleb) Do you know them?

Yriscal: (he laughs) A choice is it? Perhaps there was a choice somewhere along the way, but I've since become far too deluded and addled to remember. (he leans against the tree) But so they say, that which the Crooked Man holds and owns, so too does it become crooked. Perhaps...I thought I had no other choice, but let's stop talking about my hypotheticals! I'm positively WICKED!(he smiles crookedly as he leans forward and whispers loudly) There is a hand holding my brain. (he starts laughing maniacally, breathing heavily and coughing from his wounds)

Samaritana: (In disgust she steps away from him) What in the world is wrong with you?

Yriscal: Were you not paying attention!? Whoever I was, he was gone long before you even realized, given in to whatever delusions and nightmares might have kept him up at night, he might-

(He's cut off as a tall, African woman in white robes and a white mask begins reading from a long scroll. The scroll is tattered, and on its back is a depiction of a piper of many colors in front of a mountain. A river flows from one side of the mountain, while a flood of rats swarms the other side. No one knows when this woman arrived.)

Christen: Yriscal Gaudin. He grew up spry and mischevious, without a home but with a wit to swindle his for his survival. The man became a musician and leader of a troupe of musicians. He eventually married the serpent queen, Samaritana, adopted a hunting dog, and had seven children whose real names are lost from our archives. On a trip to England, Yriscal Gaudin ran into a man with a crooked back, a crooked heart, and a crooked soul, among many other crooked things. From the Crooked Man, who showed his enjoyment of the last show of the troupe's visit with a merry cheer, gave Yriscal Gaudin a sinister gift. A demon's marble, and the Crooked Man told Yriscal Gaudin that the marble would show his and his family's future...(she pauses to face each of the three of them in turn, as well as the Seventh, who had tripped no less than 20 feet from where he had started running)

Christen: Shall I continue?