Post by Ser Baine Cinderwood 🔥🌼 on Apr 14, 2021 12:55:10 GMT
Ulorian’s axes strike true, over and over, and for the second time Baine is knocked backwards off of Frankie into one of the many rivers that make up the Archfey’s delta. He lands with a heavy splash but instead of sinking to the bottom, he’s immediately flung into the air. BB’s spell catches him by the feet and pulls him upwards along with the river he landed in.
For a moment he’s struggling blindly as cold water fills his lungs and he loses all sense of direction. Then the spell drops, and he and the river both come crashing down towards the ground. BB is ready and catches him with a quick gesture, slowing his fall. As he glides down, he braces himself and his usual grin returns. The duel is far from over.
His trusted maul sparks and burns in his hand and he points it at the two forms of Ulorian that he can see, sending out gouts of flame at them both.
Across the battlefield, Merla’s eyes widen but she’s too far away. BB used her magic to catch him and doesn’t have any more to give. Below him, Ulorian’s third form flickers back into existence, uttering a single word, inaudible over the rushing of the water.
Baine falls.
He finds himself on a dirt road. Around him trees sway softly in the breeze and above, a dazzling sun rises. Ahead lies a small cottage, humble but solid - built with love and patience. The eternal morning of Elysium is quiet. From inside the cottage he can hear two voices speaking, one of them painfully familiar and the other like a dream he can’t quite remember. The occasional burst of laughter carries on the wind and for a moment his breath catches in his throat as he tries to speak.
“He waited for her.”
From beside him, Evelyn nods with a reassuring smile on her face.
“And now they’re both waiting for you.”
Baine looks between the towering angel and the small cottage, filled at once with both grief and solace.
“I can go to them?”
Evelyn nods again.
“You can. If you want to.”
Her bright eyes move to look over his shoulder to something behind him further up the road, and the smile becomes a small, knowing grin. She turns her gaze back at the half-orc and lays a hand on his shoulder - the one made of radiant, golden light. Sunshine and warmth sink deep into his bones.
“Or you can go back. It’s your choice.”
She squeezes his shoulder once before letting her arm drop and stepping back, fading quietly into morning light.
“Either way, they’ll still be here waiting.”
Homeward Bound
For a moment he’s struggling blindly as cold water fills his lungs and he loses all sense of direction. Then the spell drops, and he and the river both come crashing down towards the ground. BB is ready and catches him with a quick gesture, slowing his fall. As he glides down, he braces himself and his usual grin returns. The duel is far from over.
His trusted maul sparks and burns in his hand and he points it at the two forms of Ulorian that he can see, sending out gouts of flame at them both.
Across the battlefield, Merla’s eyes widen but she’s too far away. BB used her magic to catch him and doesn’t have any more to give. Below him, Ulorian’s third form flickers back into existence, uttering a single word, inaudible over the rushing of the water.
Baine falls.
* * *
He finds himself on a dirt road. Around him trees sway softly in the breeze and above, a dazzling sun rises. Ahead lies a small cottage, humble but solid - built with love and patience. The eternal morning of Elysium is quiet. From inside the cottage he can hear two voices speaking, one of them painfully familiar and the other like a dream he can’t quite remember. The occasional burst of laughter carries on the wind and for a moment his breath catches in his throat as he tries to speak.
“He waited for her.”
From beside him, Evelyn nods with a reassuring smile on her face.
“And now they’re both waiting for you.”
Baine looks between the towering angel and the small cottage, filled at once with both grief and solace.
“I can go to them?”
Evelyn nods again.
“You can. If you want to.”
Her bright eyes move to look over his shoulder to something behind him further up the road, and the smile becomes a small, knowing grin. She turns her gaze back at the half-orc and lays a hand on his shoulder - the one made of radiant, golden light. Sunshine and warmth sink deep into his bones.
“Or you can go back. It’s your choice.”
She squeezes his shoulder once before letting her arm drop and stepping back, fading quietly into morning light.
“Either way, they’ll still be here waiting.”
Homeward Bound
