#hieronymous doloroso

[lordcaptains]

the Reverend Hieronymus Doloroso, on his history with Incendia Chorda -

"All my life, I have been a confessor to lost souls. Now let me make my own confession to you. I seek no forgiveness or understanding; I only want to tell the truth. The blood of House Chorda is on my hands. I chanced upon a secret world where Aspyce Bastaal-Chorda had imprisoned her heirs in cryo-vaults, to stop them from challenging her authority. Incendia was among them. "My fellow faithful chanced upon those ice crypts. Aspyce's wicked design horrified them. And I thought, if Saint Drusus had died a martyr's death to be resurrected in faith, perhaps another could follow in his footsteps. I chose Incendia; as full of worms as her innermost soul was, it had not rotted completely. As for the others… I put them to death, for thousands of years of suffering would not have been enough to cleanse the stench and rot from their cursed souls. "I sabotaged Incendia's cryo-vault, and she spent three years conscious, blind and helpless. My brothers and sisters recited prayers over her prison, to plant the seed of faith in the soil I had weeded. I hid the truth from Incendia and became her mentor, setting her on a path of service to His will. And that was how Incendia, the offspring of a felonious heretic, became His vengeful hand striking down enemies of the Imperium. At the cost of the evil I had done."

[ravelsquadespresso]

Chaos WIP --- what day is it now?

Xavier Calcazar IS MEAN for 350ish words straight. How dare you not choose violence?

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“You should have finished them off,” Calcazar said, voice ragged from the fumes. “Chorda. Doloroso. While you had a chance.”

Amanar did not look up. She was crouched beside van Calox, slowly tracing his bloodless face, breath faint but still there. The nullification bomb had torn through him like frost through marrow. Kibellah felt the faint echo of the null field remnants flowing off him, bathing the room in oppressive grays and browns.

No, she told herself. I am not a psyker to feel that. It’s just fatigue. Just priors playing tricks on exhausted brain.

“Now they’ll retreat. Regroup. Preach. You’ve made them martyrs who lived,” Calcazar went on, pushing past a cough.

“There will be a war, Amanar. A long one. With burning fleets and blockades and Exterminatus writs. With your name in the litanies.”

“It was them dead or you alive,” Amanar snapped. “I made a choice”.

Calcazar’s eyes narrowed.

“You chose your retainers. Your high priestess. Your witch. Your man. Over your sworn duty to the Throne. Over your oath as Rogue Trader.”

Amanar stood in one fluid, predatory motion. “I owe the Imperium no lives,” she spat.

Calcazar stared, lip curled. “You don’t owe the Imperium?” he echoed, barely above a whisper. “You wear its seal over your heart. You swore—before your officers. Before my people. Van Calox was there, both times. I gave you your life back when the easier choice was to end it and salt the ash.”

He stepped closer, just beyond Kibellah’s threshold of murder. Her body tensed. One step more and she'd draw. Silent Verdict was cold under her palm, comforting.

Calcazar smirked, noticing, giving her an appraising look. You would not dare, it said.

“I spent weeks trying to defang them,” he continued, quieter now. “You had them in your sights. You let them live. And now they’ll start a fratricidal crusade.”

He looked from Amanar to van Calox.

“You’ll be killing people who should have died fighting the Eldar at your side.”

He paused.

“You think you saved the ones you love. But what you really did was buy their deaths—in daily installments.”

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Sending some astropathic communiques: we need some reinforcements here, or Chorda is going to eat our brains @halfelvened @avalost @fourraccoonsinacoat @just-another-pigeon @swordbisexual @nadas-dirthalen @nusaran

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[ravelsquadespresso]

And here is the linchpin of my new fixation.

++ If you did the Fidelio thing in full, it is heavily implied that Doloroso is basically a former pirate and he probably lies about being ever in Ecclesiarchy officially (take Heinrix to talk to him in act 2, see how he lights up like a Sanguinala tree when Doloroso probably lies about his background).

+++ Now go back to the chat you have with her during your party. Have a new appreciation of her tics upon hearing blasphemy from you and Winterscale.

Anyway, Incendia deserves some fics about. The game is dramatic enough to show us brain eating and other interesting nurgle behaviors, but softens over your conflict with her. She should try to murder you more persistently and be a lot more venal about it. I want to see Inquisition and her having a fight over who arrested you first, LMAO.

*Mother I crave violence*.

the Reverend Hieronymus Doloroso, on his history with Incendia Chorda -

"All my life, I have been a confessor to lost souls. Now let me make my own confession to you. I seek no forgiveness or understanding; I only want to tell the truth. The blood of House Chorda is on my hands. I chanced upon a secret world where Aspyce Bastaal-Chorda had imprisoned her heirs in cryo-vaults, to stop them from challenging her authority. Incendia was among them. "My fellow faithful chanced upon those ice crypts. Aspyce's wicked design horrified them. And I thought, if Saint Drusus had died a martyr's death to be resurrected in faith, perhaps another could follow in his footsteps. I chose Incendia; as full of worms as her innermost soul was, it had not rotted completely. As for the others… I put them to death, for thousands of years of suffering would not have been enough to cleanse the stench and rot from their cursed souls. "I sabotaged Incendia's cryo-vault, and she spent three years conscious, blind and helpless. My brothers and sisters recited prayers over her prison, to plant the seed of faith in the soil I had weeded. I hid the truth from Incendia and became her mentor, setting her on a path of service to His will. And that was how Incendia, the offspring of a felonious heretic, became His vengeful hand striking down enemies of the Imperium. At the cost of the evil I had done."