The things people do to survive. But after they survive, how can they live with the things they’ve done? Goblin Tonk B. Macletonk had been wrestling with this quandary for weeks, unable to sleep, eat let alone find a correct answer.
It started with a murder and forgiveness. Gravedigger Havelock’s confession to battering a woman with a shovel. A taint on Chuton, a shadow over a village. The village accepts and moves on. How can you live with the things you’ve done? Maybe you choose to forget.
It ended with a sacrifice and damnation. At the subterranean throne room at Crossings. The Goblin brought back to life as the last act of Sister Hüvje, before she resolved the quandary by giving her life. How can you live with the things you’ve done? Maybe you choose not to live.
Consider Tonk, master warlock and necromancer. Taken to wearing an inquisitor’s skull mask along with a collection of macabre trinkets braided into his hair. The mask hiding his torment, except for the ever damp stain of blood tears where his eyes should be, he stares past the shadow of the Demon Lord towards the throne, still aglow with the golden light Hüvje’s divine intervention, resting his hooded gaze as his companions eagerly if not desperately take the knife to Haverlock and then to Hüvje. The town of Crossings a graveyard of innocents. The world robbed of the sun. The things people do to survive.
Tonk turns to the magical tome that had been in Elenor’s possession. He takes the first page, commits it to memory, and disintegrates it with a cantrip. How can you live with the things you’ve done? Maybe you choose forgiveness.