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whatimdoing-here · 5 months
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VIGIL | 2.03
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azarovas · 7 months
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You always made it sound so easy when you said you loved me. Aye, well, I don’t think that should be hard. I find it hard, but it doesn’t mean that I don’t feel it.
VIGIL (2021-)
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steppesliver · 2 months
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rust cohle, true detective (2014) / volition from disco elysium (2019)
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beckyblah · 17 days
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I've been playing a really, really fun Hunter the Vigil game. Have a huge sketchdump of our PCs!
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andicareaboutyou · 14 days
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Evidence #5 that Vigil is a comedy in disguise: Professional lines are never blurry and always handled with respect.
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umbraastaff · 1 year
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Occasionally, the Starblaster lands in a place that's actually receptive to their dire warnings. On one such world, with their society being accelerated by the Light of Creation, they even began making plans for how to combat the Hunger.
Barry goes to visit a convene a few months into the year, and finds them developing and honing skills they'll need to detect the Hunger - and to fight it when it arrives. To keep its destruction at bay until it follows the ship to the next planar system.
The skills they train are unlike anything he's seen before. Their healing appears as divine as any cleric's, but without the aid of gods - so cutting off the Celestial Plane won't stop their magic. And they fight, too, infusing that same magic into their weapons, powered by the force of their belief. They call themselves Watchers.
Barry trains with them, just the basics. They teach him how to draw power from the force of belief. From the memory of the Hunger consuming his world, and the promise that he'll do anything to stop it consuming others.
Anything.
Lup would do anything. He's sure. They're all incredibly fortunate to have someone like her onboard - someone who wouldn't ever let them destroy a world just to make this easier (and oh, he wasn't there, but he knows he would have been on Davenport's side about destroying the crystal).
He doesn't take the oath. He can see the way it codifies their belief into reality - the way it powers them, makes their souls divine. He wants to be that person, but he isn't. He doesn't put this foreign world above himself.
(But still, the magic takes to him. His senses sharpen to the Hunger's influence, letting him catch sight of the scouts without Blink. He can raise friends from unconscious mid-fight with just enough healing magic. He's dedicated, he believes, even if he won't commit and tie his soul to it.)
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For a time, he leaves it there. There's so, so much to do and learn and see on this journey. He stays a level one rogue while Magnus trains up more dexterity and stealth, and he stays a level one paladin too, for now.
On Faerûn, Barry commits hard to an imperfect plan. And when he falls, already dead, from the ship, he already knows - on top of finding her - that he's going to have to defend it.
He's trapped in a cave for months at a time. The thing about plans is it doesn't really take three months to concoct one, no matter how granular he gets (and really, he needs to stop himself getting too detailed - it's hard enough getting his living self to follow basic instructions exactly how he wants). So he takes up other studies in the meantime.
He can't use weapons as a ghost, but he can practice the movements, ingrain the knowledge into pockets of 'muscle' memory. He's no cleric, but he can study their magic, see the ways their spells overlap with that training he underwent all that time ago.
He won't risk asking any god on Faerûn for help with the Raven Queen after him - he's not close with one like Merle is - but he already knows he can pull similar magic from inside himself. And some of the most basic spells look really useful, when he's only ever had wizard spells before.
Even when he doesn't remember, when he's just some guy who couldn't cast a spell to save his life, he feels it: the promise, the belief that drives him. He doesn't remember where he learned to fight, but he knows how to move a weapon like it's a part of his body. He knows when he's really, truly desperate, when his adventuring party of the week is on its last legs, his weapon glows with that fury and hits harder than it ever should otherwise.
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He appears in his workshop feeling sick and furious, lightning lashing off him. All he can hear is their voices, so casually dismissing the dead guy they'd found the umbrastaff on.
Lucretia knows too. She must know, and she hasn't done anything about it -- still leaves Taako without the knowledge of just how fucking important that thing should be to him.
He drags himself back to some semblance of composure, ignoring the new burns and cracks he's put in the walls. Lup is out there somewhere. Lup still exists in this world, along with Merle's children and Magnus'... well, extended in-laws, and--
And she wouldn't let them flee this world, not with their families rooted here, and she wouldn't let Lucretia destroy this world.
And neither will he.
He's going to find her. He's going to bring them all together. He just needs their trust, and he's sure some echo of that century will get them to listen to him. He can bring everyone together, and once he does that, they'll find some way through this. They always do.
The bonds that tether his soul pull taut, burning now with divinity in the heart of an unholy abomination. He knows now how to change the shape of his soul, how to let its form twist around newfound power.
On the discipline of a decade's routine, on sleepless vigilance, on undying loyalty, he swears his oath.
This world will not be consumed.
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crnlflwrs · 1 year
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One Day I Will Return To Your Side: Disco Elysium and Hauntology
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“Are you Military?” I’m just a masc woman with an rbf, please stop
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swiftedittland · 1 year
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Rose Leslie as Kirsten Longacre | Vigil
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squiidass · 4 months
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DCI Amy Silva, just doing her job.
DCI Amy Silva: So tell me, where were you when the murder happened and do you happen to know anything? Literally anyone she's questioning: What do YOU mean? What do you want? Are you aCUSSING ME? Who even let you in here?!,HOW DaRe YoU?!!?!
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wickershells · 3 days
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Before you guys reblog something from any tumblr user with “vigilant catholic” in their handle or bio I urge you to scroll down a little and check whether or not they have posted a quote from the literal founder of the American nazi party. If you like the picture that bad then make like they did and steal that shit!!!
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whatimdoing-here · 5 months
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VIGIL 1.06 | 2.01
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cityandking · 11 months
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— oh darling don't you know? the show must go on
MINAH VO; performer thief warden ↳ the vigilant campaign
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ludinusdaleth · 1 year
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"Jehoa'radzim, children of the new age. You have much to explain."
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andicareaboutyou · 2 months
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Amy Silva & Kirsten Longacre. Vigil.
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partiallypearl · 4 months
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a little gift for my fellow silvacre fans
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