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Ignatius: The Dream of the Crimson Board

Posted: Fri Aug 29, 2025 12:16 pm
by Mork
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I didn't fall into sleep that night but more of a stumbled. My body was sore, dirt and blood still clinged to the armor. There was just a noise at first. Steel clamoring, marching feet of a unit, then the smell of sweat and horseshit hit my nostrils. When my eyes adjusted to bright light I saw a colosal lanceboard paved with red and black marble. The pieces came to life: pawns, rooks, knights all clashing but no matter how many fell the game seemed to last endlessly.

Somewhere beyond the edge of a lanceboard, a woman in red plate leaned over glancing with eyes like rubies. She observed with attention and focus but did not move a single piece directly with her hand. Instead she leaned forward and whispered. Suddenly rook changed course guided by her invisible will, and pawn stepped up to oppose him. Behind her loomed an immense shadow: a mighty warrior with face hidden deep within the full helmet. His laughter shaken the board, and when he gestured, entire armies were risen.

The Red Knight then turned to me. Her voice was calm, but spoken with confidence:

- You wonder if you have been chosen. No - moved and placed. The blood within you is his - passed long before you drew breath. The discipline is mine yet the choice was yours alone.

Board was suddenly gone and once again I found myself upon the battlefield, charging in formation. My body was aching from a prolonged fighting, my mind was dull from blood spilling all around but suddenly I've felt a divines attention upon my shoulders. Miraculous in nature strength entered my body and I've felt reinvigorated, focused to shout orders where they were needed and land blows where they mattered most. I suddenly felt like much time has passed and saw the same miracle inspire a descendant of the commander from whom eyes through I just seen the world. Inspire towards books and company that conveyed order and discipline. Not of force, not by destiny but cause it fit the strategy.

The vision ended with red eyes focusing one of the pieces on the board. She waits, allowing him to take a step forward.

Re: Ignatius: The Dream of the Crimson Board

Posted: Sun Oct 19, 2025 10:11 am
by Mork
Quick look at my companions: a battle-hardened shield-maiden donning orange armor, a Tiefling arcanist with a hat adjusted for the horns, followed by a group of cute hin ladies wielding not-so-cute tiny blades.
- All here, none left behind? Good. Get ready.

It was difficult to know if the small and sneaky ones followed the group, so I tried to make sure by doing stops on the way through the Graypeak Mountains. The Tiefling felt fishy, but he listened to commands and followed in orderly fashion. He cast some protections and stood at the ready to follow with deadly spells. The shield-maiden was as tough as steel. I gave her a single nod, followed by the take point command, and readied my own shield for support during the charge. The hog-headed demon was caught by surprise - with a shield slammed to his face followed by a nasty cut, I disarmed him and ran past to the spellcasting giant, leaving the demon to the orange warrior. One of the hins assisted me, and the giant’s head fell before he could utter a single spell.

The clamoring of steel and howls of pain were many that day, but we survived. Cleaning my blade by the fireplace, I smile at this memory and many similar ones. Group by group, some claiming uncertainty in their abilities, but all turning into a unit where their skills could shine. There was a spot for everyone in the Red Knight’s party, venturing to all sorts of places. Be it a demon wishing misfortune upon the commonfolk or men captured by pirates and turned to slavery - each adventure taught me something. A mistake here or a slip there only became an event to learn from.

I fish couple hot potatoes from the fire. Some stayed there too long and burned. Oh well - I guess I got too dreamy about that cat-woman. After a plain supper, I lay down to sleep, smiling again at the memories.
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Re: Ignatius: The Dream of the Crimson Board

Posted: Sat Nov 08, 2025 6:48 pm
by Mork
Shrines of War with training hall behind Tempuran altar was rarely place of silent prayer. Clank of plate and swords clashing was prayer in it's own form yet at that day different noise echoed through the hall. Meeting of warriors at the side shrine of Red Knight took a form of sermon.

Ignatius was speaking to two other explaining his stance on controversial topic.


- In recent times I was asked a question if I would stand in defense of a drow. I answered simply no out of respect to one asking assuming he does not describe situation that defies reason and had no time for lengthy explaining. Let me ask you: Is it right to strike someone solely based on his race? I speak of no demons or devils which are pure manifestations of evil without a doubt.

Shield-maiden in orange would answer:
- Well, they have not attacked me on sight yet, so no.

- Let me put some scenarios before you to show you how my education and Oaths influences my decisions. In the end it's context that matters. When a drow would be found in forests of Doron Amar, his guilt is not declared and trial not held yet but the danger he poses are evident. In such ground one may safely assume espionage and ill intent. The chance of innocence is negligible and hesitation in such place might cost lives. A single spy may easily escape in woods and return with knowledge that leads to great suffering. That is why Paladin cannot show hesitation, no mercy to serve as dent in his armor to invite evil through lack of reaction.

- Would it not be better to capture the drow then?

Asked another voice.

- To attempt such in forest terrain could lead to disaster and great suffering. One should not allow mercy to dull his edge where strategy forbids delay but it is not the drow's race that compels the strike. It is strategic necessity that demands action.

Knight continued with confident voice.

- Should same happen in fields of the Gate capture and interrogation might be better tactic. Especially if one would be mounted and prepared to pursue. Drow guilt still reasonably implied but again not his race at fault but the place he finds himself in suggests guilt and warrants capture.

- Same drow in Skull Gorge or on the Pirate Island. What does the tactical thinking suggest? One found in such place is unlikely to spy on any lawful settlement. Judgement of the situation needs to differ. Neutral approach is what I advise and chose on numeral occasions letting both group I've led and drow to part ways.

Another voice agreed:

- A reasonable approach to take. You cannot hesitate in defense of your homeland, but where there is less risk, alternative approaches can be taken

One leading the speech answered:

- Behind enemy territory already in clash with opposing force to provoke battle with third party is to find yourself flanked. Such would endanger lives and be foolish if neutral solution is possible.

Final example. A clearing somewhere far from any larger settlements in the deep wilderness. Meeting of drow following different path, wanting to be left alone to dance in the moonlight. There is nothing to warrant suspicion.

A voice reminded:

- There is after all the famed Dritzzt, whom we have all heard stories of no doubt

And one of calm voice continued:

- Should a Paladin witness aggression on such glade failing to stand in drow defense and failing to correct injustice of attack based solely on race will absolutely cause his downfall and withdrawal of divine graces. It will be consistent with any gods that patron Paladin orders no matter what laws set by ruling nobles might say.
So there you have my answer - whole spectrum of ways one should act.

Duty is not easy. It demands that we weigh lives like pieces upon a board, each one sacred yet sometimes sacrificed for the greater good. But so the Red Knight teaches — that strategy is not the absence of compassion, but its highest form when guided by wisdom. The Red Knight Protects, and the wisdom of the Codex guides the hand that plans before it strikes.
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