Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20191103030646/@comment-27666783-20191118085010

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Bertram did not react with a greater fervour, nor was he quick to correct Jorge on the drunkeness. Slowly reaches into his opened doublet, retrieving a small amulet-like necklace and sliding it toward Jorge across the bar counter. A cross, hewed with fine trim and gilded in gold, on it the words engraved 'Innocence Proves Nothing', the motto of the Order's Inquisition. "Sometimes I'm not sure if I'm an Inquisitor either, just as you don't think you're a champion. I pray its only because I'm a lousy one." The stein he held slips from his hands and spills onto the floor, it bounces a couple times and splashes his own boots. Suddenly, Chenguang stands alerted, waking up from her buzzed stupor. Bertram braces himself against the counter seemingly about to collapse, the Jinko rifles up to aid him. "There is an orphanage, Jorge, caught between the tide of the war. The Order will turn them into killers, the Extremists will turn them into trophies. There is power in you yet, and I cannot save them alone. You want an alternative? It was there the whole time, right within us, where we wouldn't need to sacrifice legions of men. We can even the odds, where even the smallest and most frail of boys can gain the physical attributes to protect his family from rapists and discern which ones are the rapists and which ones aren't . We can end this war, peacefully. Not on the Monster's terms, not on the God's, on a fair one. We preserve this, the last best hope for humanity or we sentence them into a thousand years of darkness."

Bertram's shoulders seemed to slump, and the Jinko maneuvers to cease Bertram from falling overm but he kept his eye contact with Jorge. "If you find within you that courage, help me with that orphanage. They don't deserve this. Have a wonderful wedding Jorge, and I didn't need to be an Inquisitor to know that."

Bertram throws a limp hand around to cling to his Jinko companion. "I've been spiked." He grits, speaking through his teeth to Chenguang. His skin felt like it was fire, a sort of blistering heat that dared to caress an earthly, primal emotion from him. "Something Profane." More and more he could feel his limbs ache to shut down, to reject the rational will and crave for the delicious sensations of warmth.

"I can find an apothecary." Chenguang replies, stablizing Bertram's exit off the stool. Alas, Bertram's legs give out and he pushes himself further into her assisting grapple.

"No. I can't bloody trust them they might have been the ones that did it for all we know."

"What else is there?" Chenguang retorts.

"Just get me outside, and away from the crowd. Hurry!" The Jinko quickly twisted Bertram around, guiding the limping half-conscious man away from the counter and through the nearest staff door.

Bertram turns his head, "Remember what I said Ser Praetor, the world needs your kind more than ever."