#Pontiff Jörg

[mossymeep]

a feast for wolves

[fairyring]

"We cannot remain children forever"

[incorrectoctopathtravelerquotes]

Vados: [Drops empty gun] Why won't you die?!?!

Pontiff Jörg, eating his 28th block of cheese: I came prepared, bitchboy.

[dualdeixis]

[Image description: Two digital drawings. The first features Temenos Mistral and Aelfric in a medieval-style composition. The second features Kaldena and Temenos posing together in a study. There are full descriptions of both drawings under the cut. End image description.]

godsbride / goodwife

happy birthday @maverickflare <3

[Image description: In the first drawing, Aelfric sits on his stone pedestal outside the Flamechurch Cathedral at night. He wears a flowing white dress, a black long-sleeved undergarment, and a teal cloak. He also wears a gold belt and bracelet, and the medallion on his cloak depicts the Sacred Flame. His face is almost entirely eclipsed by a shining white halo; only the outlines of his narrowed eye, lofty smile, and long, curly hair can be seen. In one of his hands burns a blue flame, while the other hand cradles Temenos Mistral's face. Temenos looks up at Aelfric with an expression of dread and reverence, sweat beading on his cheek. The illustration has a border of gold and lapis lazuli that includes medallions at its corners and midpoints, which depict various other characters. At the top center is Crick Wellsley, holding up a red book so that it covers the lower half of his face; he looks directly at the viewer with a shadow over his eyes. On either side of him, as well as at the bottom center, are three angels with shackles around their necks. They smile placidly and hold their hands up in supplication as they gaze at Crick. At the middle left is Pontiff Jörg, looking tiredly off to the side. At the middle right is Roi Mistral, looking downwards with a troubled expression. All of them are drawn with blue haloes. The bottom left medallion shows Aelfric's hand reaching around Temenos's neck; his eyes are hidden, his face is flushed, and his mouth is slightly open. The bottom right medallion is shattered. Between each medallion, a poem is written in Orsterran script and framed by arabesques. The red background beyond the border, decorated with eight black, winged, haloed Sacred Flames, completes the poem. It reads: "THE FACE OF MY LORD / is a devouring fire / THE FACE OF MY LORD / is a destroying angel / THE FACE OF MY LORD / disturbs slumberers in the night / THE FACE OF MY LORD / menaces children at church / THE FACE OF MY LORD / does not appear / THE FACE OF MY LORD / cannot appear / THE FACE OF MY LORD / is a wreath of tears / THE FACE OF MY LORD / is a broken mirror"

In the second drawing, Kalenda sits at a desk in an intricately carved wooden chair. She wears a plum-purple tailcoat, wine-red waistcoat with a dotted pattern, black trousers, and a white shirt with ruffles at the wrist and a black ribbon at the collar. On her left hand, she wears three silver rings; on her right hand, she wears a gold ring on her ring finger. A flower-decorated bowl holding a pomegranate, plum, and grapes sits on her desk. In her right hand is a lychee. Temenos stands behind her, bracing his left hand on the chair and resting the other playfully on Kaldena's head, seemingly reaching for the lychee. He wears a white shirt, black waistcoat, yellow-green waistscarf, and teal trousers which are heavily embroidered with nature imagery. He also wears a pearl earring; a matching gold ring on his right ring finger; and a gold necklace with a pendant of Crick, who is haloed and holding his right hand up in a gesture of blessing. Kaldena and Temenos are both looking at the viewer and smiling. The simplistic background shows an entrance to another room as well as a tall bookcase, with the top shelf holding a vase and two figurines of a griffin and winged serpent. End image description.]

[drainbangle]

wait omg i’m curious about your unpopular thoughts about temenos writing wise.. i love when people discuss octopath writing it’s really enriching to see what we all have to say about certain story elements. plus you’re like a temenos representative to me. your thoughts about temenos make me go “so true!”

Aw, thank you! It took a while for me to decide on what to write here, since honestly I could go on for… frankly any aspect of this guy, especially in regards to treatment in fanon. But for now, I'll focus on my thoughts regarding how people treat tragedy in Temenos' story— namely, Crick's death— and why I personally dislike it as a writing decision and why I disagree with the idea that it is necessary.

Note: Goes without saying, but this is my personal opinion. If you believe otherwise, then that's all good. I'm not writing this to say that any one person is wrong, just to talk about an issue I have with the game's writing itself.

To start, I'll say that my main reason for disliking Crick's death in SH route is a matter of practicality. Killing him off causes Temenos to lose the main person that he had a fantastic relationship and banter with, and in my opinion, Temenos works best when he's bouncing off another person; not unlike most under the Sherlock-archetype.

Also, genuinely? It works wonders to keep Crick alive, if just because it provides a fantastic avenue to explore Temenos' institutional trauma. Having a character that's lived a different experience but within the same harmful institution opens up ways to explore the scope of its harm. And yes, this is for Crick specifically; not Ort, not the travelers, but Crick.

I think it really adds something that Temenos was raised by the church while Crick converted as a teenager during a really difficult time in his life. These two are good for each other. Crick sure as hell makes it a lot easier to write Temenos in fic.

(If you have a different experience, again, that's cool. I'm glad for you. I, however, will never fail to take the easy way out.)

(This is a lie, I'm over here making up fantasy church law for fic stuff but that's not related to this answer.)

I won't pretend that disliking Crick's death is an unpopular opinion. I mean, "Stormhail Fix-it" is an entire genre of fic on the OT2 Ao3 tag. What I do feel tends to go unaddressed though, is the fact that the idea that Crick's death is canon, therefore it is necessary, therefore it is the best decision; an idea that I wholeheartedly disagree with.

Within the text itself, Crick is killed off in order to give Temenos a personal reason to pursue Kaldena, thus putting him at odds with Kaldena's motivations being driven by her ideology and worldview that, "because humans committed the massacre, it was the gods' mistake to put us here". I also won't pretend that Kaldena's writing here isn't fucking awful, because Crick's death is also a device to make the player want Kaldena defeated even though she is just as much as a victim of the church; and that's to say nothing of her portrayal as an indigenous and dark-skinned woman.

These decisions are ones I disagree with. Killing Crick off was unnecessary to give Temenos reason to pursue the culprit, because Temenos already had someone close to him killed; and that's Pontiff Jörg. He raised Temenos from infancy, but due to the lack of focus on him outside of banter conversations, it's never relevant to his motivations outside of the desire for truth because a crime was committed. 

We also didn't need to kill Crick off to show that the church was a terrible institution, because Roi already went missing in action. The Sacred Guard is the main body of law within Eastern Solistia, it's not unreasonable to think that the reason why Temenos dislikes them is because they clearly didn't do shit to investigate his disappearance.

However, one thing I really don't agree with is the idea that Crick's death is necessary because Temenos' story is a tragedy. And if you asked me why, I'd ask this in turn: why is death the only form of tragedy? Furthermore, why must a tragedy contain only tragic events? That in mind, what gives anything value in a tragedy, then?

Pretend we cannot completely rewrite Temenos' story. Even then, changing Crick's death to a permanent injury, a coma, or whatever is still a tragic event; and that's nothing to say of living with the consequences. Isn't losing your faith a tragedy? Isn't losing something you worked for years to do a tragedy?

Similarly, I'd still argue that it's more valuable to make Stormhail a near-death experience because not only does it show Temenos succeeding in making someone question the church but also the terror that is feeling like you're doomed to repeat tragedy. Even if you really aren't, it's hard to dismiss that feeling; especially when it has to do with being victimized by institutions.

And before someone says, "but bad things happen to good people in real life", I'm not treating these characters as living, breathing people who are subject to things like gravity, hunger, and exhaustion. I'm treating them as choices, and choices made that I disagree with. 

It's why I make different choices. I choose to make Crick have to deal with chronic pain onwards. I choose to make Temenos realize change is still possible. I choose to let them both leave Stormhail alive. Are these better choices? I don't know. But I'll never stop questioning the ones made by the writers regardless; much less stop disagreeing with them.

So, in summary: I dislike Crick's death. I dislike Temenos having to spend the rest of the story without someone he can talk to so easily because Crick's absence weakens a lot of his scenes in Temenos 4. But more than that, I dislike the idea that tragedy is necessary on top of the idea that it is superior. Tragedy's good, I adore the genre; but written in mindful doses and all that.

[hiraganasakura]

I don't think I've seen anyone talk about the fact that the final chapter gave us a bit more of an insight into Temenos's backstory

(spoilers for the final chapter below!)

Tldr I think Temenos is one of Claude's kids

After defeating Arcanette, before she dies, she laments not eliminating Temenos sooner

But more than that, she calls him "Claude's masterwork" and says that she can easily imagine him in a collar (and based on Throné's reaction, where she reaches for her neck and echoes the words "A collar?", I feel like Arcanette is referring to the Blacksnake collar)

It should also be noted in addition to this that Temenos has the same distinctive white hair that Claude and some of his descendants (ex: Father, Pirro, that kid Throné met in her Chapter 2 Mother's Route) have

This has two very interesting implications:

Temenos should have been a Blacksnake, but Pontiff Jörg got to him before Claude or any of the other Blacksnakes did, which must have been how Temenos ended up in the care of the church

Temenos and Throné are (half) siblings

The first adds a rly intriguing layer to Temenos's childhood, and rly makes me wonder how Temenos could have been a much, much different person if the Blacksnakes got ahold of him

The second point is just funny to me

[beantothemax]

ghostie excerpt

Without much else to do until breakfast was served, Crick watched the others at the table. Near the head sat a man in the clerical robes of Flamechurch. He had a mop of black hair and eyes that gleamed bronze in the sunlight. Somewhere, Crick would swear he had seen him before. 

Down the side of the table the man sat at was a cluster of people. Elma, a broadly-built man with dark hair and grey eyes, a slender man with similar hair and darker eyes, and a man with white hair and red eyes that jumped from face to face before landing fixedly on Crick. 

Crick shifted his gaze uncomfortably. He didn’t much like the feeling of eyes on him. 

On the other side of the table was Pirro, a dark-skinned boy with black hair, and a woman with brown hair and ashen skin. The woman wore a purple silk gown and an ornate necklace, and spoke to the two men as though they were her sons. Perhaps they were. 

Beside the woman was an empty chair, and beside that sat Maria. A woman with messy brown hair and a flashy dress sat on Maria’s other side, chatting avidly to her about her daughter. 

“Oh, she’s simply beautiful, Maria. When the Festival of Grace rolls around, I will be in the front row to watch my girl shine. Can you believe it? Only eighteen and already on her way to be a star… I’m so proud.” 

Near where Crick sat- in fact, right beside him- sat Pontiff Jörg. He had taken his mitre off, and looked quite at peace. 

“Your Holiness…” Crick murmured, biting back the bile of guilt. The pontiff looked up at him and smiled, recognition in his eyes. 

“Ah, Sir Crick. I was wondering when you would arrive. Yes, you had us all on tenterhooks. Dear boy, I’m sorry about your mission. I do hope my clue was enough to guide you and Temenos to the truth?” 

Crick bowed his head. The note in the pages of that tome… That was what had started this all. That was what had brought them to Stormhail, and inevitably- 

“Yes, it was. I cannot thank you enough, Your Holiness,” he said, and the pontiff nodded. That was the end of the conversation. 

Beside Crick sat Kura and another man dressed in fine silks, a diamond emblem on his shoulder. They were discussing something about a warring nation and the wellbeing of their son. 

“I do hope he’s okay…” Kura murmured, and the man placed a gentle hand on her shoulder. 

“My love, I’m certain he will be fine. He has many a great companion at his side, and his prowess with the blade is unlike any I have seen before. He will be alright.”

crick and his horrible awful no good very bad awkward ghost thanksgiving dinner

[auncyen]

I'm still working on part two of "Journal Page #16" (which, yes, should have been given a better title; still don't have one) but I wanna share this first bit because I like it.

Temenos’ dreams dimmed to match the waking world almost as soon as the unnatural night started, but as the travelers cross the Sundering Sea, his dreams darken even further.  Awake, he can call on Aelfric for holy light; in his dreams, on his own, he sees nothing, grasping with sound and feeling and fear.  He is asleep in his home.  Roi is pounding on the door, calling in that urgent, fearful tone, though the words are garbled to meaninglessness.  Temenos could rise from the bed and find his way to the door by sound and feel and memory, but he does not try, because it’s the middle of the night and he, having slept, is not dressed to run as Roi is.  If he dresses before opening the door, Roi will be gone.  If he lets Roi in first, he’s transfixed by his friend’s fearful tone as he describes finding a cursed weapon and losing trust in the church, and Roi is gone by the time Temenos realizes he needs at least shoes if he is to follow, never mind Roi’s instructions.  Temenos knows how this goes.  He already knows.

The dream changes to something he is less familiar with.  Now he is Roi, cold and afraid, panting for breath as he runs with the bow.  Petrichor laughs behind him, sounding much like Deputy Cubaryi, another woman blindly devoted to a wicked one.  He runs and runs, but it is the darkest night.  The gods are also fond of sleeping when they are needed.  There is no light to guide Roi, and he inevitably trips over a rock he had no way of seeing and falls on the ground.  Cubaryi-Petrichor’s laugh grows wilder, louder, and as he fumbles to get up, a blade pierces his side from behind and he cries out with the little air left in him–

And he’s just Temenos, again, tangled in a rough, disgustingly sweat-soaked blanket, with a single line from Ori’s damned journal impressed on his mind:

“Sometimes, I hunted people too, like the time I came to possess the Darkblood Bow.”

He already knew Roi was most likely killed that night, or soon after, since he never returned.  It’s that word.  ‘Hunted.’  As if he was just another beast.

*

It takes a week longer than usual to make the sea crossing with both visibility and navigation hampered.  It doesn’t help that at least part of the crew has been afflicted by the same dullness of mind found on land, speaking as though the night is normal.  It doesn’t seem to have affected their ability to work, but they’re directed to very few duties to make sure they don’t get themselves or anyone else into trouble should their minds be prone to other errors not yet discovered.  The travelers keep busy working alongside the sailors who are still sane, including Temenos.  He does some physical work.  He also makes light in the most mundane application of Aelfric’s sacred power.  And very often, he puts on his best cleric behavior and inquires about how each crew member is doing, gives counsel as Pontiff Jörg would have and reassures them, feeling as though he is lying through his teeth.  He intends to bring back the dawn; the lie is in having to mask every doubt and worry, to have to appear as the paragon of faith others need in this trial.  He never did understand how the Pontiff and Roi could be so solid in their own reassurance.

The end of their sea journey nears: they find the eastern continent’s coast and realize they’re nearly a hundred miles off from the anchorage despite their best attempts at hindered navigation, but they are at least in sight of familiar land, which is enough to have sailors praising various deities among the eight, depending on who they think is most responsible for guiding a safe sea passage in total darkness.  (Temenos hears the most thanks for Aelfric and Aeber, the one most strongly associated with sacred flame and the one most acquainted with darkness.  There are a few thanking Bifelgan and Alephan, a patron of trade and a patron of the wisdom needed to navigate when conventional methods flounder.  He hears one sailor thank Dohter, and wonders at that until he thinks of Dohter’s chosen being set adrift at sea only to be safely found by a boat.  Perhaps in the end, they all rely on charity.)  They should be ashore in hours.  Temenos checks on the tucked away, folded journal scrap in the midst of one last bout of worry–should he show Throné, ask her to confide in him should she feel unwell?  Show everyone, and make sure no one is caught off guard?  Throw the scrap in the sea for the fish?--when his hand freezes.  His fingers brush the edges of the folded paper.

It’s been flipped over.

He scans the room with a summoned holy light: nothing of value is missing, immediately ruling out the idea that any of the sailors decided to take up thievery.  He takes the paper out, unfolds it, examines it.  It’s the same paper.  The passage he’s nearly memorized by heart reads the same, no evidence of alteration apparent.  He folds it back up and puts it back down the same way, considering the direction the edges are pointed in.  It’s not how he laid it down before.

…But surely it is?  He can’t see who–Throné herself is the strongest candidate for rifling through another’s room, and if she found the paper, it would have either been taken or placed back exactly as she found it.  Ochette is the next most likely to ransack someone’s room out of sheer curiosity, but the room as a whole would be more disorganized.  Hikari and Partitio are so principled about others’ belongings that Temenos has a hard time imagining either would search his room, let alone closely enough to find the paper, and if they’d read it they’d have either confronted him about hiding it or simply told the group.  Similarly Agnea, even if she is the one easiest to imagine making a clumsy mistake in putting the paper back while keeping the scene otherwise orderly.  Osvald is too attentive to detail.  Also, he would have just taken the paper, not put it back.  Castti…Castti, maybe?

It’s been nearly three weeks at sea in the dark.  Roughly two months total of darkness.  Temenos considers he may just be losing his mind, because humans were not made for this.

Only one more week of travel to Flamechurch.

[bootycallofcthulhu]

Pontiff Jörg: Temenos, we have had no major incidents since I appointed you as inquisitor-

Tem: Thank you, pontiff. This means a great deal.

Pontiff: However, this town has gotten quite dull, so we need to put on the best damn talent show the Crestlands have ever seen.

[fairyring]

"It was out of character for him, but Temenos finds that he does not care that, when Roi and Pontiff Jörg are within reach, Temenos rushes up and hugs them both."

From: Sweet Dreams (are made from our broken pieces) by @bkza555

[incorrectoctopathtravelerquotes]

Modern AU

Pontiff Jörg: You see those 4 cars? Drunkards would see 8.

Roi: But… I only see 2…

Temenos, who only sees 1 car: *worry intensifies*

[fairyring]

Upon All My Remaining Honor

Crick Wellsley ventures to the depths beneath Flamechurch Cathedral to visit the resting place of the late Pontiff Jörg.

[beantothemax]

Coraline au but everyone experienced the horrors in some capacity and everyone else in the cast has to deal with that

The brainrot doesn’t stop. It just goes somewhere else and turns most of the cast into kids/young adults. Except Osvald he remains a dad here.

The basic gist is that Temenos is a kid going to move into the Orerush area of New Delsta after the tragic deaths of Roi and the Pontiff Jörg. He’s 14, snarky, has so many issues and was supposed to be living with his distant relatives but apparently they refused. So. Now he’s living with Partitio and Papp. Fun.

Temenos does not go and attempt to talk to Partitio at all during his time in the house and instead just explores around the house and the neighborhood and learning that all the kids his age are weird in a new interesting flavor.

We have especially Crick who he finds absolutely a delight to tease. Better than staying in the house and being hyper aware that the Yellowils definitely took him in because they were strapped for cash and not because they actually want to give him a good home environment. Hah! Why would anyone want to go and help him?

Then of course the usual Coraline stuff happens and Temenos goes through out of the desperate need for adventure and- And it’s amazing! Roi and the Pontiff are alive and everything is so much brighter here!

Of course that is just a disguise for the horrors but don’t mind that.

Also Featuring:

-Ambiguously divorced Roque and Papp

-Throné and Hikari being Temenos’ cousins and them bonding

-Partitio trying his best to be a good brother

-Ochette having so many animal friends and it being hilarious in retrospect

-Mahina and Akala being the talking Owl and talking Fox

-Temenos wielding an umbrella and beating the hell out of the creatures in the Other World.

-Hikari, Ori, and Oboro sibling propaganda but Hikari had something happened to him in the one year gap that Oboro, Rai Mei, Ritsu, and Hikari didn’t talk. Despite Hikari being good friends with Partitio he absolutely refuses to go near his house and avoids Rai Mei and Oboro like the plague. Which is pretty bad on Oboro’s part considering that he is technically Hikari’s legal guardian. He talks frequently enough with Ori and Ritsu at the very least.

-Likewise, Throné had something happen to her and her siblings and it left her being the only one who came out of the old house Partitio and Papp bought 2 years ago. She is traumatized and now carries a knife and lives with her friend Castti.

-Mugen quite literally going up to Oboro several years ago and saying “You want him? Take him. You get no say in the matter.”

-Agnea, Ori, and Partitio getting up to fun shenanigans and periodically explore the forest

-Osvald being a good dad to Elena and practically just adopting anyone younger than him as his kid. You cannot escape this.

-Castti still has an axe here. She chops wood for fun :]

-“Wait fuck right I’m the adult.” - Oboro almost all the time

ah yes. just what the octopath gang needed. more horrors to experience.

there are!! a lot of things here!!!! throné and hikari being temy’s cousins is always appreciated and. uh. how do you explode a forest ‘periodically’.

[beantothemax]

All week they had been busy with arrangements. There was space in the attic for another person but they had no bed or spare sheets. Worst of all was Rita. Everyday since receiving the letter, she could not speak a word and her hands trembled.

Elena was ever curious and tried in vain to comfort her mother. Whenever Rita looked at her daughter's sweet smile, all she could think of was how her blood made her a high value target for scholars.

Osvald would drag her away, saying he needed help with his studies or wanted company on his walks, anything to ease Rita's anxieties.

And late one night, they came. The inquisitor and an injured, half dead woman who held on tight to his arm just so that she could stand. When Rita answered the door, she ran to hug her sister with tears streaming down her cheeks.

"Oh, Alpates! I was so scared you had died!" she sobbed.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," was all her powerless sister could say.

Rita sat her down on the couch and prepared a pot of tea, gesturing for the inquisitor to join them.

"I'm sorry we came so late at night," he said.

"Nonsense, Roi, you bring me my sister, there's never a bad time to be reunited with family," Rita smiled though her cheeks were still wet.

She showed Alpates the trapdoor to the attic where they had a bed set up for her. The younger woman was dead silent as she sat on the edge of the bed.

"I'm happy you're here," Rita started.

"I'm sorry I didn't trust you, I should've listened when you said the eastern continent was too dangerous," Alpates murmured.

"It's okay, it's okay," Rita pulled Alpates into a tight hug, "You're here and you're safe now, that's all that matters."

"If you say so."

Silence fell over them. The safety of her sister's embrace brought a drowsiness upon Alpates. She yawned before her eyes fluttered shut and she lost consciousness. Rita carefully placed her down on the bed and pulled the blanket over her. Tears welled up in her eyes once more, but she wiped them away and went back downstairs.

She found Osvald cleaning teacups.

"Roi said he needed to catch the next boat in five hours," he muttered.

Rita only nodded. She dried and put away the teacups, finally collapsing in bed after another long day of worrying about and praying for Alpates' safety.

"Is she doing okay?" Osvald asked.

"No, she's quiet and Roi's letter said she still needs to rest for another week," Rita sighed.

"You need rest as well, you've hardly eaten or slept all week."

"I know, I know, I'm just scared for Alpates."

"She's safe now, you don't have to worry anymore."

"Let's hope you're right."

Rita curled up in Osvald's arms, her anxieties finally slowing to a stop.

- At the same time, a thousand kilometers to the east -

Pontiff Jörg was thrown to the ground. Temenos ran to his side, readying his staff to fight the intruder.

"How dare you hurt the pontiff! I'll kill you!" he shouted.

"My magic far outweighs whatever 'divine light' the gods gave you, you don't stand a chance," the scholar said.

He ascended to the top of the secret stairs, lighting a fire in the palm of his hand. All throughout the room were traces of life. An unmade bed, scraps of food, books strewn about, a wardrobe with the door sitting ajar.

Alpates had left in a hurry. Someone had tipped her off that a scholar who wanted her blood was on her tail.

Well, there wasn't much he could achieve here. Harvey left the makeshift living space, completely ignoring the insults the pontiff's dog kept throwing at him.

"The inquisitor isn't here. If he's anything like the others, he'll probably have escorted her to someplace safe..." Harvey murmured as he left the cathedral.

"Mindt" lived nearby. He paid her a visit, laughing at her messy appearance and the frilly nightgown she wore.

"Alpates got away, I suspect it was Roi that got her out," he said.

Though Mindt wasn't fully awake, that sentence seemed to have done the trick.

"...Roi?" she thought, "He's one of Claude's kids. If you do decide to get rid of him, I'd suggest at least making use of his flesh and blood."

"Will do. See you in the morning, Netty," Harvey smirked as he left.

Mindt contemplated chastising him for calling her that again, but it was late. She didn't need to draw more attention to herself and Harvey had new schemes to plot.

ALPATES IS RITA’S SISTER??????? HARVEY WANTS HER BLOOD????? NETTY?????? WHAAHH????? WHAGH??????

THE SCENE WITH….. HARVEY AND TEMENOS…………. ALPATES WITH RITA……… PIE THIS IS GOING TO MAKE ME EXPLODE WHAT IS HAPPENING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[beantothemax]

ARE THERE ANY ELDERLY PEOPLE IN OCTOPATH 1 OR 2? THIS IS IMPORTANT FOR A FUN AU I AM WORKING ON THAT I WILL TELL YOU ABOUT LATER

YES BUT I DONT KNOW HOW MANY EXACTLY. THERE’S. PAPP. ROQUE. PONTIFF JÖRG. OPHILIA’S DAD. RAVUS MANOR BUTLER I FORGET HIS NAME. and probably a bunch others that I’m forgetting

[beantothemax]

so yk how flamechurch is like a sheep farming town

instead of already being in the sanctum knights, crick wellsley helps his parents on their sheep farm while training with his best friend ort to became sanctum knights

temenos is still the inquisitor, pontiff jörg still dies, but crick doesnt get reassigned anywhere or anything

he just offers to help temenos and temenos accepts

resulting in some interesting situations, especially when the heretic tries to fuck w temenos again and thronè helps him

omg crick working on a sheep farm… in his element. among his people