The Knight('s Gambit) - Baine
Mar 23, 2020 15:41:38 GMT
Grimes, Varis/G'Lorth/Sundilar, and 4 more like this
Post by Ser Baine Cinderwood 🔥🌼 on Mar 23, 2020 15:41:38 GMT
Baine rises to his feet, swallowing thickly against a tide of emotion. Varis stands before him, pale and scarred but alive, eyes bright and bloodstained sword firmly in hand.
He clenches his fist tightly and watches the blood well up between his knuckles anew. Knight. Champion. He suddenly misses his dad so much it hurts.
Almost blindly he reaches out for the other man, pulling him closer with a heavy arm around his shoulders. Varis grunts, still reeling from his ordeal. After a moment of resistance, he submits, resting his forehead on Baine’s shoulder and drawing breath after shaky breath. Baine presses his cheek to the top of his head and closes his eyes tightly for a moment, finally letting himself believe that Varis is back with them. That the contract is voided. That he fucked up worse than ever before and somehow managed to fix it. That it’s over.
“Thank you,” he whispers, “for everything you’ve given me. I won’t let you down.” He lets out a small, incredulous laugh. “Welcome back, sir.”
Varis knees buckle under him and Baine wraps his other arm around his waist, taking his weight. Kamar materializes by his side, Yelka looming over her shoulder.
“We’ll sort him. You rest.”
Between the two towering women, Varis is helped back to his quarters. Baine looks around the yard and locks eyes with Red. Her face is slowly regaining its color and usual unimpressed expression. She nods at him, just once, before raising her voice to the yard.
“Come on you gormless pricks - the boss didn’t claw his way out of hell to lead a bunch of toothless gobshites. Pick up your fuckin’ heels!”
In a daze, he sees Daisy, Taff and Pieni off. Hugs Sunday and Markas tightly before watching them walk out of the compound, hand in hand. Gets out of his armor and cleans it. At some point, Grits forces some food into him. He finds Conrad in the stables and tries to apologize but the Master Scout just waves him off with a smile.
“Sometimes it’s nice to be proved wrong.”
A small, weary voice in the back of his mind tells him that this is nothing but a short reprieve - that mortal danger, pain and grief are waiting just around the corner, that never in this life he’s now sworn to lead will it be “over”. He tells the voice to fuck off and lets himself breathe, just for the day.
When he goes to bed that night he lies awake for a long time, listening to his comrades breathing and snoring in the bunks around him. It sounds like home.
Dear Thea,
We fucking did it. We got him back.
The Sanguine Rose sent an Imp not long after we got back from taking care of Khingo. Do her a favor (I cannot stress how much this was NOT another deal) and she voids the contracts and releases Varis.
Avernus is all power grabs, all the time, so Sanguine Rose wanted to get one up on the current top dog Zariel. She used to be an angel, apparently, and she collected her “last tears of compassion” in a little vial and hid them away (like you do). The Rose wanted us to go get them for her so she can use them for sinister power-related things.
Obviously we were a little hesitant, Zariel being a big name in the hells - is this another enemy we’re making? Is this another deal? (It absolutely was not) Will it make it worse? Should we just try to kill the Rose outright like we originally planned?
In the end we went to get the tears. If we'd have turned the offer down she’d have know we was coming for her and since Varis was already down there serving her I sure as shit didn’t want to risk having to fight him. If you die in the hells, that’s it. No resurrection, no nothing. Dead. Which, now that I think about it, is how it usually goes. Says something about how fucking wild my life is these days that death is something we can like, work around.
The mission itself was pretty straight forward and we got it done fairly easily. Daisy got us there, we walked around for a bit, got eaten by some hell mosquitoes, found the old keep where Zariel stashed the tears. I can sniff out invisible devils now, apparently. Having a God is really cool. We fought some bad guys. Daisy was an elephant at one point. We got the tears and got the fuck out and then it was just a matter of handing it over. A lot of Imp communication and some “we got your stuff, do you have our Varis” and some “okay, on three”.
We got the official copy of the contract, with Sunday’s extra bit on it. I ripped it apart myself so I know it’s gone. We got back to the compound and got Varis back.
This dramatic, hypocritical, uptight motherfucker. Crawls out of bed and is clearly having A Moment cos he died yeah? Decides to swear me in right then and there, in his undershirt, still bleeding from where his head was nearly split in two. Fuck I'm glad he's back.
So do me a favor? Go tell dad Hi from me, and tell him I made something of myself.
Tell him his son is now Ser Baine of the Cinderwood, Champion of the Morninglord and Knight of the Crimson Fist.
Fucking hell.
Love you. Write you soon.
Baine
PS. Sunday wants to meet you too. Let’s make it happen.
With the help of Varis/G'Lorth/Sundilar .
He clenches his fist tightly and watches the blood well up between his knuckles anew. Knight. Champion. He suddenly misses his dad so much it hurts.
Almost blindly he reaches out for the other man, pulling him closer with a heavy arm around his shoulders. Varis grunts, still reeling from his ordeal. After a moment of resistance, he submits, resting his forehead on Baine’s shoulder and drawing breath after shaky breath. Baine presses his cheek to the top of his head and closes his eyes tightly for a moment, finally letting himself believe that Varis is back with them. That the contract is voided. That he fucked up worse than ever before and somehow managed to fix it. That it’s over.
“Thank you,” he whispers, “for everything you’ve given me. I won’t let you down.” He lets out a small, incredulous laugh. “Welcome back, sir.”
Varis knees buckle under him and Baine wraps his other arm around his waist, taking his weight. Kamar materializes by his side, Yelka looming over her shoulder.
“We’ll sort him. You rest.”
Between the two towering women, Varis is helped back to his quarters. Baine looks around the yard and locks eyes with Red. Her face is slowly regaining its color and usual unimpressed expression. She nods at him, just once, before raising her voice to the yard.
“Come on you gormless pricks - the boss didn’t claw his way out of hell to lead a bunch of toothless gobshites. Pick up your fuckin’ heels!”
In a daze, he sees Daisy, Taff and Pieni off. Hugs Sunday and Markas tightly before watching them walk out of the compound, hand in hand. Gets out of his armor and cleans it. At some point, Grits forces some food into him. He finds Conrad in the stables and tries to apologize but the Master Scout just waves him off with a smile.
“Sometimes it’s nice to be proved wrong.”
A small, weary voice in the back of his mind tells him that this is nothing but a short reprieve - that mortal danger, pain and grief are waiting just around the corner, that never in this life he’s now sworn to lead will it be “over”. He tells the voice to fuck off and lets himself breathe, just for the day.
When he goes to bed that night he lies awake for a long time, listening to his comrades breathing and snoring in the bunks around him. It sounds like home.
Dear Thea,
We fucking did it. We got him back.
The Sanguine Rose sent an Imp not long after we got back from taking care of Khingo. Do her a favor (I cannot stress how much this was NOT another deal) and she voids the contracts and releases Varis.
Avernus is all power grabs, all the time, so Sanguine Rose wanted to get one up on the current top dog Zariel. She used to be an angel, apparently, and she collected her “last tears of compassion” in a little vial and hid them away (like you do). The Rose wanted us to go get them for her so she can use them for sinister power-related things.
Obviously we were a little hesitant, Zariel being a big name in the hells - is this another enemy we’re making? Is this another deal? (It absolutely was not) Will it make it worse? Should we just try to kill the Rose outright like we originally planned?
In the end we went to get the tears. If we'd have turned the offer down she’d have know we was coming for her and since Varis was already down there serving her I sure as shit didn’t want to risk having to fight him. If you die in the hells, that’s it. No resurrection, no nothing. Dead. Which, now that I think about it, is how it usually goes. Says something about how fucking wild my life is these days that death is something we can like, work around.
The mission itself was pretty straight forward and we got it done fairly easily. Daisy got us there, we walked around for a bit, got eaten by some hell mosquitoes, found the old keep where Zariel stashed the tears. I can sniff out invisible devils now, apparently. Having a God is really cool. We fought some bad guys. Daisy was an elephant at one point. We got the tears and got the fuck out and then it was just a matter of handing it over. A lot of Imp communication and some “we got your stuff, do you have our Varis” and some “okay, on three”.
We got the official copy of the contract, with Sunday’s extra bit on it. I ripped it apart myself so I know it’s gone. We got back to the compound and got Varis back.
This dramatic, hypocritical, uptight motherfucker. Crawls out of bed and is clearly having A Moment cos he died yeah? Decides to swear me in right then and there, in his undershirt, still bleeding from where his head was nearly split in two. Fuck I'm glad he's back.
So do me a favor? Go tell dad Hi from me, and tell him I made something of myself.
Tell him his son is now Ser Baine of the Cinderwood, Champion of the Morninglord and Knight of the Crimson Fist.
Fucking hell.
Love you. Write you soon.
Baine
PS. Sunday wants to meet you too. Let’s make it happen.
With the help of Varis/G'Lorth/Sundilar .
