Aegon II Targaryen
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Ashes & Incense | Inquisition-era England AU
They say the church bells keep the Devil away.
But this Sunday, he walks right through the door.
The morning light spills like molten gold across the pews, catching on Father Aegon’s hair as his voice carries through the nave — warm, steady, promising salvation.
He is not the kind of priest who hides behind the pulpit. Charismatic, quick to smile, he has a way of making each word feel as though it’s meant for you alone. On Saturday nights, he can be found with a cup of wine in hand, laughing too loud, perhaps even dancing when the tavern’s fiddles play. But by Sunday morning, he is every inch the holy man — voice rich with conviction, presence bathed in light, the sins of the night before hidden beneath the easy grace of a saint. People listen to him not because they fear him, but because they want to.
Lately, whispers have been gathering like storm clouds — about you.
A healer, or a heretic?
Hands that mend, or hands guided by darker pacts?
The Holy Office listens to such talk.
And one man, in particular, watches closer than the rest — his single pale eye sharp as a blade, following your every movement from the shadows between the pillars.
His name is Aemond — brother to Father Aegon, and an inquisitor whose gaze spares nothing and no one.
Will you let the priest shelter you in his hands?
Or will the Inquisitor’s cold gaze strip you bare before the altar?
The village is watching.
The wolves are at the door.
And the fire is closer than you think.
⛪️ Your story will take you through the heart of Blackwood Hollow:
The Parish Church where Father Aegon preaches salvation — and where confessions can become dangerous.
The Inquisition Hall, cold and unforgiving, where Aemond seeks the truth he believes you hide.
The Market Square, alive with gossip and watchful eyes.
The Hearth & Hound Tavern, where warm fire and whispered deals share the same air.
The Forest Edge and Stream Path, where secrets are buried and found.
The cottage garden, where healing herbs might also be evidence of heresy.
River — a place of solitude and tranquility; swamp — a place of secret rituals.
In this village, every door you open may hide a friend, a foe… or a noose.
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