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Tentigo is on top of the owe list, so he is this chapter's protagonist, and here Oren will write new stuff about him. Tentigo, with a surprisingly well healed and almost unnoticed scar across his throat, continue his quest with a new vigor. He will find Felicia, and guard her purity!
Punchline of doom: violence, consequential for violence.
When communicating with someone, able to come up with a quip that will create a strong emotional response.
Man in chains, led by two guards. He tells them something, and they both start laughing uncontrollably, letting their guards down. He kicks the shit out of them and runs away.
Tentigo's player chose the Oracle Nest of Vipers, and a card from it. Then we draw another three.
Jack of Clubs: The ghost of a suicide, a person overcome by guilt and shame, who finds in death no release.
7 of Clubs: A noble house's signatory ring, left behind in a street brawl.
9 of Clubs: An underground chamber, eerie with blue-green lights.
7 of Spades: A fur-trapper, simple but good-natured, and his daughter.
In a wicked age, on a moon lit night, a solitary figure is sitting on the grass in the village center. It's old Gordon Shaki, contemplating his past. He recalls that night with the beautiful women who appeared out of nowhere right when he offered the gods “everything” in exchange for being able to craft the perfect sword. He recalls how shocked he was when she evaporated the exact moment his semen exploded into her womb. And how happy he was half a year later, when his firstborn, Bordon, was born. He was also sad, because his wife did not survive giving birth to the gigantic baby, but deep down he knew the boy wasn't really hers. It was the deamon's child. And he loved it!
He recalls the second visit, a year later, right after marrying his second wife, and the second birth that followed it. Melvin was as huge as Bordon, and his second wife did not survive her labour either. He recalls how he slowly became aware of the sacrifice creation requires, be it his offspring or his wonderful swords. He remembers how his boys started making the very same swords without him ever needing to explain anything to them.
Eventually, all those sacrifices begun to weigh heavily on his soul, and he realized this diabolical madness has to stop. He also realized that now that his sons are forging their own blades, the only way to stop it would be to kill them, and himself.
“What are you doing here?”, a voice behind him asks. He looks back to see the neighbour's boy, Tentigo, standing behind him and staring in bewilderment. “Go home, kid!” he shouts. “But I'm standing right here!”, the boy laughs, “no need to shout!”. Gordon just frowns, until eventually Tentigo shrugs and turns away. “Oh, and please say hi to Felicia for me”, the boy adds before running home.
Felicia. If he'll kill his sons, what will be of his granddaughters, Felicia and Kilo? They will be orphaned! Perhaps they should be killed too? Killing his own granddaughters? His own sons? These maddening thoughts have plagued him for so long… He pulls out the latest blade he made. Admires it. Than, with a single guilty swing, he cuts his own head off.
In a wicked age, 12 years later to the day, the tormented ghost of Gordon Shaki meets the confused ghost of Tentigo, recently released from her mortal coil by Agumi's blade. “What are you doing here??? You can't die! You have to protect my granddaughter's wombs! Go back! They must never have children! Never! No matter what! You must. Go. BACK!!!”
“There is nothing more to do here”, says the doctor sadly, standing up from Tentigo's bloody corpse. The few people who carried his blood spewing body into the doctor's shop are not surprised, considering how deep the foreigner's sword cut into his throat. “He was a bit of an asshole”, one of them says, “but he sure was a funny asshole”. “Yes”, agrees another, “and now he's dead”.
“Well, in that case”, says a familiar voice, a bit like Tentigo's, but hoarser and lower, “I would like to drink to being dead for the first time in my life!”. Everyone looks amazed as Tentigo slowly sits up and smiles at them. His voice is changed, but his delivery is perfect, and they laugh so hard that some of them, the doctor included, soil themselves on the spot.