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Faith and Patrick

29th of Ashan 720

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After everything they told, and everything Patrick desperately grasped at; the story of the two Barnell brothers began to add up for him. However the story they told hardly contributed anything in their trial, if anything it merely revealed all their dirty secrets to the world. Now... with the Immortals ready to make their statements once more, the younger brother visibly tensed in his chair as he gripped the arms tightly. By now all he wanted to do was scream and shout, to profess whatever excuse might help his case; but he knew even that wasn't going to change anything. No matter how much he wanted to beg for forgiveness, to plead for one final shot at redemption, none of it was going to make a difference on his behalf. Not only that but it would've made things worse, so much worse than they already were. Here he was wanting to face his crimes, do everything in his power to make amends, and yet never could he once face the truth.

Until now.

When Qylios stepped forward she highlighted the aspect of Light and Darkness, and how neither were comparably 'good' or 'evil' in their own innate way. Whereas Patrick had blamed his actions on darkness alone, he had failed to perceive the bigger picture at large. This led him to consider the words She told everyone, to contemplate the real truth behind his fallacy. Light and Darkness did not matter here, nor did they define the actions he took last Arc. It was Patrick's own selfish and whimsical nature, his impulsive greed and tenacity that led him down that path. He may have not wanted to be that person, but deep down the fact was right there; he really was this awful person that just ruined everything. He wanted to think of a reason why, to find comfort in another pointless justification... but with the truth now realized, he knew such a thing was pointless anymore.

Hiding his head in shame like he always did, running away when his problems only got worse; it was all pointless means of running from his actions. And for what? Because he felt entitled to be miserable, to self-loath and depreciate his way into this mess? No. He was through being that guy, done with being afraid of the things he'd done. That evil that was born in him stemmed from all this, from all the negative shit he held onto like a hefty sack. Now that he became aware of it, all he wanted to do was discard it and find a way to fix everything... But that was it wasn't it? Making amends for his actions wasn't going to change anything, no matter how sincere or even endearing he tried to be. This was the result of his actions, the consequence of running away from your own truth.

Ilaren seemed displeased, and pretty much done, with the trial now as she was ready to speak. Not before Famula stepped in however, as the older brother's form still remained bowed. Yet when Famula addressed him and he rose, the somber look of regret still in his eyes, he and Patrick both listened to what she had to say. To the words Famula herself had to share. All of that, everything that Dominek shared... changed nothing. Suddenly Pat's fate looked more and more certain, leading the younger sibling to clench the chair's arms even tighter than before. By now his hands were visibly white from his grip, the blood more pooled within his fingers because of how intense his grip became. What Patrick had done was taken lives, lives that mattered to others he didn't know; therefore to pardon him of anything wouldn't settle the matter. Therefore his fate was already decided... but for Dominek?

Famula saw into the ghost somehow, looked deeper than Patrick ever could and realized something. Dom's own actions were brought on by obsession, consuming him as he slowly degraded overtime. Yet for him there remained salvation, for She would not let the ghost fade into oblivion; instead she gave him the will to pass on. Immediately Patrick looked to his brother in desperation, not ready to see that his older sibling leave him so suddenly. Yet there was nothing, not even the chance to say goodbye. For when Dominek had been told to cross-over and find peace, the former lightning knight almost seemed reluctant with a sigh; before finally fading entirely from view before Patrick. "Dom! No..." His thoughts were echoes of grief now, as he'd been stricken with another sense of deja vu. It was like he had lost Dominek all over again, much like the first time he was shown the inquisitor's body. While Patrick would've given anything for the chance to say goodbye, deep down he came to realize that ultimately this was the best outcome possible. He was after all a dead man sitting, so who was to say he couldn't see his brother and mother once more... when he finally found peace and crossed over.

He didn't want to think like this, but he was fully aware that nothing could change the outcome. No matter how much he wanted to redeem himself, no matter how far he would've gone; the fact was the Immortals were certain of his punishment. And so was he... For Ilaren's cold words were the constraints he felt closing in around him, the certain death he knew would be coming for him in just a matter of time. It was almost too ironic really that when Ilaren judged him guilty, that the mutterings of those who watched covered one distinct sound. "No..." It sounded so far off but the tone was so distinct, enough to the point Patrick knew right then and there who it belonged to. "Daxter!" All of his anger right then and there instantly washed away, and instead Patrick became consumed with an emotion he was all too familiar with. Fear. If his family had been here the entire time, then that meant they had all heard everything. Every. Single. Thing.

Yet he couldn't say or do anything otherwise, for the trial was awaiting it's final conclusion now; and sure enough within all that fear stemmed something. The possible curtain of hope for him, yet also the very sole person who could determine his fate. Ilaren prompted Faith once more to speak, giving her the opportunity to pitch in on everything. Patrick watched her vividly as he expected the worst to come, for he knew his actions against her could never be redeemed. No matter how much he wanted to, nor what he did to make things right with her; she had every reason and right to damn him with execution. And would anyone blame Patrick for believing this? For wanting to hope that she'd come up with a solid reason as to not execute him? Every fiber in his being wanted to plead to her now, to the point where he literally held himself down in that chair.

What would happen come his execution? What would become of the ones he'd leave behind? His child and his friends, would they remember him for what he was? Or remember him for all the good things he used to be? His mind nearly went into another spiralling tangent now, ultimately leading him to bury his head as he still listened closely. Everything about Faith's words reminded him of his guilt, of the burden he would never be able to leave behind now. All of this was something he deserved, and something he would have to live with up to his very death. Yet... Patrick's tear filled eyes rose from the hands that covered them, utter shock and awe in the words he just started to hear. Had... had she forgiven him? He questioned it, denied it even as he thought it beyond himself. Here he believed himself undeserving, destined to die at whatever poetic or horrible way the Champion could conjure...

Yet she fucking forgave him! Furthermore elaborating on what his real punishment would be, as the antics within his death being a easy means of getting out sunk in. He didn't deserve death? But didn't he? Confusion. Utter total confusion wracked his brain, and suddenly all the energy he felt ready to put into desperation suddenly diminished. "W..." He couldn't even utter the word, not without almost choking on it to say the least. All Patrick could do was look up at those stained glass windows, and finally think that maybe for once... he did have a chance at this. What Faith proposed went against everything Patrick stood for, as freedom had always been his greatest liberty as a child; but also his greatest vice as a man. He knew the stipulations that were posed upon him now, and while the costs were steep enough to instill minor concern; that part of a whole within him took it as a sign of good Faith.

Yes. Faith had not only found a solution, but the chance Patrick had been hoping for all along. He still answered for his crimes and that he was aware, but for everything else that came with it? He'd finally get the chance to be a better man, hell he'd finally become the father he never had; a father that would do everything in his power to protect his son. It's... it's honestly what he wanted, but also highly unlikely given the circumstances. For he would have to serve Rharne and Ilaren solely, disregarding every personal freedom he ever cherished before. Considering his actions implied him throwing all that away, he knew he was better off this way in the end; particularly if Ilaren seemed inclined to accept the notion. He almost stirred as he hoped, literally hoped, against all odds that She would consider this, and that this would actually be the turning point in his miserable life.

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If Famula felt any sympathy towards Patrick when she sent Dominek on, she showed no sign of it. Indeed, she didn't even look at the younger Barnell before she rejoined Famula and Qylios. Then the three Immortals listened as Faith spoke. It was the only time during the trial that any of their expressions changed to any real degree, as Famula smiled at her Champion and Qylios gave her a considering look. Ilaren, however, just considered the first citizen of Rharne as she spoke, her expression inscrutable. When Faith was done, however, the Immortal of Lightning turned to look at Famula. "Wherever did you find her?" she asked, a slight bit of warmth to her voice. Famula looked at Ilaren and gave another slight smile. "Rynmere." she said, and there was a brief look on Ilaren's face that said that hadn't quite been what Ilaren met, but she didn't press the issue.

Instead, she turned back to Patrick, her expression forbidding again. "Doctor Augustine speaks the truth. Were I to execute you now, you would have no chance to undo the harm you have caused. You ask for a chance for redemption, but this I will not offer. Instead, you will be given a chance at reparation. Should you succeed, I will reconsider your sentence. For make no mistake, your sentence of death is not, at this point, withdrawn, but merely commuted. I would advise you not to make very careful to remain within the bounds of the law for the upcoming cycles." she said, her tone grim. "For the time being, you will be returned to prison, in solitary confinement. In due time, you will be placed in the charge of a Lightning Knight, who will oversee your attempt at reparation." she said, before raising a hand and closing into a fist.

The moment her hand closed, lightning arced off Patrick's body to gather around her hand, and Patrick could feel Ilaren's Blessing leave his body. At the same time, all the sounds around him would grow louder as the first level of the Curse of Palenon was placed upon him. When the transfer was done, Ilaren opened her hand to reveal a small clear sphere holding an arcing electric current. "Return him to the prison, while we search for a suitable overseer for his reparations." she said, her tone a command. As the knights took hold of Patrick, Qylios's curse would take hold again, leaving him darkness once more.

Once Patrick was removed from the courtroom, Ilaren let out a sigh. "This trial is concluded. You should all go about your day." she said, before looking at Faith. "Thank you for coming, and for your kind heart, Doctor Augustine." she said, before she left the hall. Qylios smiled at Faith before she disappeared into the light that had first brought her there. Famula, however, approached her Champion. "You've made proud, Faith. Not many would find it in themselves to forgive such behavior." she said, before letting out a sigh and rubbing face with one hand. "One day soon, would you mind terribly if I came for dinner? If nothing else, I probably should spend some time with my grandchildren." she said, smiling slightly.
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And that's the main part of the trial concluded. Given it's almost season change, I elected to have Patrick returned to prison instead of shipped off immediately to his handler. Squirrel and I have decided who will be overseeing Patrick's attempt at rehabilitation and that will be announced after season change, along with what happens to the trinket Ilaren made from his Blessing. You may both post one more time to this thread if you wish.
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The brief antics between the Immortals would've likely been a bit heartening to see, were the traitor himself not in his disposition for scorn instead. Nevertheless he came to visibly relax just a little, hearing Ilaren's words carefully as he started to breathe regularly once more. Though of course 'regular' probably counted somewhere along the lines of deep, drawn out breaths as he remained still and silent for the most part. His death sentence was not revoked in this case, but merely put on hold until time came to determine his fate once more. Deep down he felt nothing but innate fear now, his limbs visibly shaking as he bowed his head respectively. Redemption... It seemed so far away now, almost like an impossible mountain to climb.

However climbing had always been something he was good at before, so while he felt utterly hopeless in the face of his situation; Patrick knew he only needed to get it together beforehand. He had so much to answer for now, and almost just as much he wanted to regain. A home. A Family. Even friends. For all he knew none of that might not be here anymore, after everything that happened today he began to wonder. Were he in this position a year ago, he would've likely given up and chosen death; for freedom was far too steep of a price to pay... or was it? After so long in prison he realized what he missed, and yet all his personal freedoms paled in comparison to what he truly wanted. What truly gave him the conviction needed to see this through... and he knew deep down, none of this would be getting easier any time soon.

When he heard that he was to return to solitary confinement for the rest of the season, Patrick honestly gripped the arms of his chair once more. He wanted... no. That didn't matter now, no matter how badly he did. He had thrown it all away a year ago, without even realizing what he'd almost lost entirely. Now though he knew and with it, he would use that for motivation this endeavor. Still that didn't mean he didn't want to see his son one last time, before the darkness would return and cloud his vision. Yet when Ilaren's hand clenched into a fist he felt something happen, the power of his blessing reactive as a bolt leapt from him towards the Immortals fist. He shifted mostly from being startled by it, as the latter part of Her action settled in right after. Throughout the room Patrick could hear... more. Every sound felt enhanced as the muttering of spectators changed, and became a wave of conversations that flooded into his ears.

Yet he could not make out any words in particular, just the jumbled up ambience of chatter. Patrick's hands released the firm grip on his chair then, a brief attempt made to filter out the sounds as the Knights approached him. The clicks in their metal boots felt almost the equivalent of pulling a rake against the stone floor itself, nearly driving him on edge as he closed his eyes to try and block everything out. So this was his other punishment from Ilaren then, he was cursed to hear just about everything in close proximity. What's worse was the fact he couldn't filter these sounds either, they just continued to assail his eardrums as he was brought out of his chair. Sure enough as he stood his vision started blurring once more, until everything faded to complete black and sound remained a constant.

It was at that point Patrick started asking himself questions, questions he should've been asking from the beginning. Was everything he did worth it now? After all that he'd done, did he really want to fight for a slim chance that may never happen? Who's to say he'd succeed? Or even fail? What would become of his family if he did succeed, yet still faced the death penalty for his crimes afterwards? With so much uncertainty and his crippling guilt Patrick felt ready to cave once more, yet he walked away with the knights taking meager yet careful steps. With these afflictions upon him he knew redemption was by far a long reach away, yet if he could make reparations for everything he'd done; maybe... just maybe... This is what made the trial a turning point in Patrick's life now, for even with blindness he finally felt able to see clearer. His mind found mental clarity as he moved, and while his shoulders hung low; the Rharnian came to ball his hands tightly as he departed from the scene.

One chance Patrick Barnell, or so he told himself, this time don't you dare screw it up.

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She was shaking, Faith realised.

When she had finished speaking, she waited until she was told she could sit down and that was what she did. Ilaren seemed to be impressed or pleased with what she had said and Faith had to say, when Famula responded so literally, Faith felt her heart warm towards the Immortal even more. There was no doubt in Faith's mind that she and Famula would have answered the same and the sheer normalcy of it was enough to heighten her awareness again of where she was, and what was happening.

Faith felt the weight of her words heavily, the responsibility of what she had said. Ilaren seemed to agree with it and Faith knew that, as much as it was Ilaren's decision, Faith was also responsible for this. Because she had been asked and, in answering she had put the idea into the world. If this was the wrong thing, if Patrick hurt more people by his actions in any moment after this one, then there was a piece of responsibility which was hers. It was ironic, Faith knew, and she could hear every argument Padraig would make in her mind - all in one moment, the whole thing. Yet, she and Patrick here were the complete opposite. Faith was all about personal responsibility and she hoped and prayed that he would learn this.

And Ilaren pronounced sentence.

Faith breathed in deeply, sitting and not looking at Patrick. At no point did she make eye contact. She heard what was happening, but she was as unmoving as if she was carved in stone. Then, once he was taken out, Ilaren spoke to her and Faith bowed her head. "Thank you, my lady Ilaren." She smiled and bowed her head to Qylios and then, as Famula was approaching Faith, so too was Faith approaching Famula.

When the Immortal spoke, praising her, Faith again felt her heart swell. It was her honour and privilege to serve and ever would it be. At Famula's last words, though, Faith reached into a pocket and held out a key. "Our home is your home," she said quietly. "And you are always welcome." Then, she realised what she was doing and she gave a slightly self-depreciating smile. "It is a ... I mean, you don't have to use the door. But we would like it if you visited. We would like that, very much," she said. Just in case it needed saying, Faith added. ".. all of us." Padraig, the children, and of course her. Faith's mind was reeling as to what Immortals ate but she didn't ask.

As Famula left, Faith watched and then a slight smile lifted her lips. "Katie's going to implode," she said quietly. Then, she got back to her day and sent a prayer for Patrick that he might take this chance.
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So I really enjoyed modding this thread, and I'm really sorry about how nightmarishly late this review is. D= Patrick, since you are apparently retired, I have not done any review for you in this...reviews.

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Knowledges: Politics x 2
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Blessing stuff: Ymiden is pleased with you for being able to keep a cool head and give Patrick a chance he otherwise wouldn't have gotten. Foof gains the following Vinyza powers.

Dawn Sweeper: Many magic effects are based upon a "once-per-trial" basis. The Blessed one can fold the time envelope of a spell to immediately cause it to reach the end of its duration. This is as if the rebirth of dawn, of a new trial, swept away the effects of one harmful domain magic spell on either himself or another willing target. This boon is nigh unstoppable at dawn. Otherwise, the Blessed one must have more points in Meditation or Discipline than the mage has in Meditation or Resistance (their choice). This does not grant the caster a "refund" of ether to reuse, nor any additional buffer against overstepping. The Blessed One can use this ability once per trial for each tier of the mark.

Warming/Cooling Trend: The Blessed can impart an actual rise or drop in local temperature, to bring relief and encourage good moods. This can be up to a 15-degree effect in a single building; a 10-degree effect over a city block, or a 5-degree effect over a small village. At "Adored", raise the effect by an additional 5 degrees, and make the new 5-degree area be the size of a large town. At "Exalted", add another 5-degrees, and have the new 5-degree area be the size of an entire city. This effect will remain for an entire trial, but can not be generated again for another three.

Bright Eyes: The Blessed is able to look into any level of natural brightness with no debilitating effect. This means no attempt to dazzle him with natural light will work. He is able to enjoy this resistance for ten bits (minutes) per trial for each ability he has in this mark. Magically created dazzling effects may work against him however.

Notes: I really liked how calm Faith managed to be throughout this whole thing, and her reactions to all the reveals were really fun, though I felt really bad for her when she almost cried. If Faith hadn't stepped in though, Patrick would have been executed, so score one for niceness!
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