Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27550231-20160726000337/@comment-28358106-20161024232225

I say nothing for a moment, but my face becomes clouded with anger.

"Come on." I stride back into the rectory, then turn to Jorge. "Well, come on!"

We go back into the rear study, back to where the secret passage was. Brannon keeps up alongside us, and he sidles alongside me as I come up to the blank wall.

"Doctor, please! I don't think you can -"

"The fuck I cant. I designed it, didn't I?"

The fury in my voice and the fire in my stare makes Brannon back off. I gesture, and the passage appears once more. The Golems bow as I pass by.

Adelaide looks up from the books she is looking through. She smiles broadly.

"Well! That took far less time than I -"

"Stop, Adelaide. Stop." I lean forward on the table and point to her. "This was ONLY supposed to be about verifying the authenticity of the texts. NOT about putting my landholders through your investigation process!"

She sighs and takes off her reading glasses. "Jorge, darling. I didn't mean that you had to move away tomorrow, or even next month.  Or even in several years, perhaps."

I repeat myself, slower this time. "This meeting was ONLY supposed to be about verifying the texts, Adelaide!"

"Yes, I heard you, Thomas. And it was indeed verified.  But did you honestly think that with the implications of what this text signifies that I would allow an invincible Champion of the Order, the Paragon of Humanity, to lay dormant within my lands until the day  came when he was forced to choose sides in a Crusade?  No, I think not."

She leans back and regards us both. "Or is it more likely that he will see the shining army on the hill, led by the spiritual zeal of the very Goddess he carries within him, and turn his bright blade towards his countrymen? Ideas, Thomas.  Ideas are what are more dangerous than anything.  And it is Ideas that drive the Order, and Ideas they don't approve of that allow them to slaughter wholesale the masses with which they do not agree.  Jorge has done it before, and it is not unreasonable to assume, given that he derives his own justification from these same Ideas, that he would gladly do so again.  He would not simply leave.  He would, at some point, kill.  He would have to.  His Goddess bids him so."

She turns her gaze to Jorge. "Am I wrong?"