There’s a memory bouncing around my brain imma write it here in the hope that getting it out will bring clarity
Many years ago at a larp a large group of my friends were planning what amounted to armed insurrection against the kingdom. My character was loyal (beyond all reason) to a few of these people and so was going to join them. Knowing the action would be considered high treason (despite me not being from that kingdom… can you commit treason upon a county you are not from?) and the penalty would be execution until final death (your character could potentially come back multiple time so such a sentence involved multiple deaths until one stuck). My fate as far as I was concerned, being sealed I went to the one person I knew, in this moment, I could trust above all others.
This man was one of the most noble and honorable people ever. The definition of a paladin (and not one played by someone who thinks that means lawful stupid… ugh), a genuine good guy and actual hero. My character… was not that… and though this guy knew I was shady we had been friends for a long time. He knew that though, at times, I would comprise my morals for dark ends I was generally more on the side of good (at this point in my career anyway) than evil.
I asked if we could speak somewhere less public and he took me to his hall with two other members of the court he was part of. Them overhearing my request wasn’t a concern of mine.
“I’m going to commit a crime tonight against your kingdom, you’ve heard something is going to happen and I can confirm that, though I cannot say what it is. I need you to do me a favor…”
At this point I had begun to cry, which was a significant sign that shit was, in fact, hitting the fan.
“Of anyone I know you have the reputation to make this happen, I will be found guilty. I will be sentenced to death. I would very much wish that it is you who carries out the sentence and… and please… please get my body back home to my kingdom, it need not be far, just across the boarder is fine… I… I don’t want to die here, I don’t want this place to be my tomb, I want to go home. Can you promise me you will get me home?”
Without going into to much detail, in game, my home kingdom had been overrun by two separate horrible monstrous armies (that particular chapter of the larp had shut down and that was the story reason you couldn’t go there). As it was still a real place as far as the fiction went this was me having a character moment, her last request to a person she could believe would honor it.
This was one of the few times, real or acting, I was actually able to cry and not force the tears. It was a real moment.
I sat down to collect myself and looked at him, waiting for an answer.
“It won’t come to that… I won’t allow it.”
He and the two others then talked about what they were going to do to prevent me from taking part in whatever was happening. They knew something was happening but not the what. They accepted that I couldn’t tell them the details. That night, by trickery and by force, I was prevented from taking part in the insurrection and attempted murder of multiple barons, knights, and loyal commoners. It was a big moment in my character’s long (20 YEAR) redemption arc. Maybe, if I asked for help, if I told my friends what was happening, and that I was unable to handle it on my own, they would, without question, help me through to the other side.
Ah… there it is. The clarity… I did find it. ^_^ <3
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