Idmund the Wanderer in the Dark, His Brother's Keeper

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Chapter 12

"Seek the crone", we are bid.

We speak of deceptions, wisdom, the little lies that make the path palatable.
We had thought to come with some grand deception, but that was within us,
our own hubris. Nalasul does not require it. We should have realized it.
We have been asked of wisdom, and we have said that we are missing pieces,
the threads are convoluted but we still see the web.

Look deeper, always perceive what lies beneath the surface, knowing the first
surface appearance, but knowing that the truth is deeper than that.

Again, Nalasul doubts the beast will be content.

We doubt it as well. But we do want Father to join Mother.

What next, we are asked.

Father. The weapon, perhaps, definitely striving to understand how these threads
weave together in this web.

Nalasul asked if we wanted to be known as hers. We are proud to be hers, and we relish
the chance to weave her web. She bids us to think on how to fool the beast, and to
think on the Idmund we wish the world to know, which may not be the Idmund she
knows.
"Which version of Idmund is the most...convenient? Effective? Useful?"

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Chapter 11

We have given mother to the Beast, may he devour her soul over aeons.

We paid Brother's way, Admund of the warm heart and hope and dreams.

Let him live a long life. We will see about Father.

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Chapter 10

We cannot say that we are over-sad, except for the loss of possibilities.
We know Mother, we know the darkness in her, the poor choices she made.
And we are both glad and sad that we do not have the chance to hunt her decaying
form to extinction. We have decided to forgive her, after all, she has given us
Brother, and there is nothing left for her except the torments of whichever hell
claims her broken spirit. We know the truth, she beat Brother to death, and we ran with
him to the woods, the forest providing him life again.

We gave her a little gift before she faded, a hug, such a simple gesture, and yet
it mends hurts within me. She gave us life, and took Brother's life, and scarred
us horribly, so that the muck and darkness were a better mother than she was.

She is right, though, we will not forget her.

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Chapter 9

Brother has spoken with the beast. We have not. We must speak with the Beast if we
can. We must find out what it is if we can. We must find out how to feed it, if we can.

We have thought on Nalasul, too. We will speak with the Beast, and we think to find it food
other than us. Mother and Father, perhaps, we remember Brother saying that it wanted them.
They are the reason we came to the beast.
We will speak with the beast, and maybe we will start showing Mother affection, talking to her,
"forgiving" her. We will pretend to be the son she lost.

We will not feed the beast, we will not let Brother feel its claws again. Let those who
called it feed it.

Brother should not know these plans, we feel his softer side. We will not burden him with
this, we will protect him like we did in the muck.

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Chapter 8

"Put your hands down! Five more paddles. Put your hands down or it shall be ten!"

We will speak with Brother. There is darkness and hurt in Mother.

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Chapter 7

We have spoken with Lyrentia, whom Brother says is our mother. We speak with her
in the Dranettie woods, under a full moon, and her without an army. Her death
would be easy.

We do not know to trust her, or believe her, what she says she wants most is to have
her family back, back before...

She thinks father sold us to the demon in the woods.

She says she was busy with research, making magic resistant soldiers to beat back the
chaos mages. Those that became BattleRagers now.

We remember things, mother in anger, Silence she yells, earning the paddle and red rumps.

Mother tells us of being taken down by the chaos mages, of taking many of them with her.
We ask her of our life before, before the dark woods.
She tells us of not being able to keep us clean, wanting to keep us in a bath tub.
She tells us of how father tended us most, how we were gleeful, but we whined the
most.

We remember though, we remember her holding our head under water, under bath water.
We remember that.

Structure is important to mother, she tells us that we would not listen, over and over, and
we were dirty, and needed to be paddled, needed to be bathed.

We asked when she decided her research was more important than us, and we saw a flash
of the darkness in her, the anger. She says it was not more important, but it was needed
to protect us.

We were not protected.

She does not like these questions, does not like us asking why she was not there. Not
protecting us. She thinks Muzabbak is our father. We do not know how she does not know?
We remember father giving us candy, bidding us not to tell mother.

Brordit, she named father.
He pled with her to spend more time with us, but she did not.
He tended us more, she says she did her fair share.
She says that father preferred that she dole out punishment, perhaps he didn't wish to be seen
as a bad parent.
She thinks the demon that lurks in the woods is an elder goddess demon that Muzzabak
brought. She does not think father made a bargain, either, that he would not bargain with
his children.

Mother thinks Nossos was a test subject of hers?


Muzabbek struggles with bees, does not remember clearly for the noise. The centaur
believes mother did it, that mother bargained with us.

Mother says she would consider living, and not Becoming, for us. But that she cannot allow her
work to be incomplete with respect to the village of battleragers.
Correcting its course, or directing it to what it was meant to be.

Mother has said she would do anything to help us, fight and destroy that which released
us from the dark, even sacrifice herself for us.

Mother tells us she is proud of us, for having survived and protected Admund.
We hear her, her voice, "I hope you're proud of yourselves, you filthy little beasts!"

Mother asks us not to keep secrets from her. Mothers always find out, she says.

We do not trust Mother.

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Chapter 6

Speaking with Brother now, and we can sense the hesitation he has in
wanting to feed the beast. We wonder why, other than misgivings about trusting
it. We have those same misgivings.

We do not know what the root of that is but we do not mind the thought of
feeding someone else to its rapacious maw. Someone other than us.

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Chapter 5

We were in the grove and heard it, the beast. It asked me a question, "Who shall I devour first? You,;role + or your brother?"

I did not see it, but it continued threatening, that it could return us to the dark.

We spoke with the singer of the Troupe, he spoke of things, of a weapon sought by two, of an old
God, Nazmorhul. Of death. Of worse.

We feel the beast near, smell its smell. We do not want to go to the dark.

We joined one of those weapon hunters, Lorente. We flee the forest and go to the relative peace
of the mausoleum.

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Chapter 4

We will say we seek out Whildur, that will help us we think.

We looked about Nalasul's shrine, and saw the mirrors, found a feather, and
noticed the priests. They gave one appearance and had another reality. The
one garbed in a paladin's array had a heart as dark as the night. The priestess
clothed in black was as innocent as a lamb.

We begin to fathom things. Using appearances to our advantage.

We will think on the beast, see what we can find out from him. Brother will
be interested to hear what we have learned.

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Chapter 3

We came, not to be boring. We heard her wisdom. Her thoughts. We had
not thought deep enough. We do not know the beast, nor do we know
that it will not renege on its deal. We need to find out more of
this beast.

Perhaps we will bring it someones to take our place. And perhaps
it will eat us all the same.

She will give us a piece of power. We will show her we can deceive.
And we will look around her temple, and talk later about what was seen.

We will not tell others we pray to her, we will spin a new story
to the world.

We will not be boring.

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Chapter 2

We remember little from before the Forest. We were young. We had Mommy. We had Daddy.

We had each other. We lost our way. Lost our way into the darkness. The forest was big,
twisty. There were dark things there. Beasts and worse. We could hear them crunching,
munching. We hid. Scurried. Hid more. In the forest, in the muck. The pools were
safe sometimes. Sometimes not. Sometimes they hid worse things.

We nearly were eaten many times. Eaten and worse. But we lived. We ate our meaties.
We did not waste. The forest provides. The muck provides.

We learned to hide, Brother. We were there long. The forest provides. The trees, they
were a comfort over time. Their branches high and safe enough. The muck, safe too, when
we learned to be safe there.

There was lots there, and we were meaties too. Long and lean and wild, but still meaties.
Liky Mommy said, we do not waste. We did on little, and the marsh provided. There was no
waste there.

It caught us one day. We were careless, not safe. We should have known better. This thing.
Its eyes glowed like embers, lighting up the darkness. We could not see it well, did not want
to see it. We put brother behind us, stood before it. We thought we were meaties then, we
thought it would gnaw on our bones. We do not waste.

It spoke, a soft rumble. We were scared. Of course we were scared. We did not think it could
speak. We begged. Oh how we begged.

We were offered a bargain, a deal. We could leave, go free. If we could find two others
to take our place. We leaped at the chance. Daddy always told us to measure twice cut once,
but there was no measuring done. We did not have a choice.

The next we knew we were in a dark void between worlds. The Holy Grove we later learned.
We knew what we had to do. Brother knows. We know. We look forward to it. Finding
someones else for it to devour. We will wait, plan, but we will find someones else.

We have no choice.

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Chapter 1

Adding this one so I can keep track of the key points to this character.

Idmund has a younger brother, Admund. They grew up in a village, then wandered
far from home. They got lost, living in a dark and ancient forest, hiding from
unspeakably grotesque predators and living on bugs and rotten vegetation.

They learned to love the forest over time, enjoying the freedom there.

One day a beast caught them, offered them a bargain. They could leave the dark
marshy forest, but would have to bring back two souls to take their place.
If they failed, the beast gets them forever. They agreed, and found themselves in
the void.

Idmund likes this, a secret mission, a deeper purpose. He looks forward to tricking
someone to take their place.

Idmund is uncomfortable in cities, but he's always looking for someone to take their
place. He loves his brother more than anything. He is going to seek out the outlanders.

Verbal quirks:
Says We instead of I, even if his brother isn't there.
Never calls his brother by name, but calls him Brother. Comes immediately if called.

Sayings:
The forest provides.
The marsh provides.
We don't want to get eaten, do we?
Are we well, Brother?
Our stomach is empty, Brother. Our throat is dry.

Sayings from mommy and daddy
Daddy: Do we tell tales? No, not unless we wish for red rumps!
Daddy: Measure twice and cut once.
Mommy: We always eats our meaties.
Mommy: We do not waste.

Add other sayings as desired, try to tell them to your brother IC so we can both use
them.

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