Ex Astris - Derthaad - 28/06/22
Jun 29, 2022 16:08:28 GMT
Grimes, Tamsin (Kalta/Cam), and 8 more like this
Post by Derthaad on Jun 29, 2022 16:08:28 GMT
Tear. Ignite. Release.
A blue dragonborn sits on the balustrade of the western wall of Fort Ettin in the day after the fight, looking out towards the moat, towards where the waves of enemies started crashing in. Evening is now setting. He sits in contemplation of the events that have transpired during the night that had just passed, tearing pages from a ledger he used to write in, setting the alight and releasing them to the depths below, forming into ashes as they fall. No one reads this, he thought, so why bother keeping it around.
Tear. Ignite. Release.
He sits, replaying the events that transpired, trying to see where they could have done better, where they could have improved.
Tear. Ignite. Release.
The calm before the storm; the preparations; the bolstering of allies
Tear. Ignite. Release.
The lights; the waves of enemies that have formed in front of the fort; the flapping of mighty wings up around; the thunderous roars of ancient creatures;
Tear. Ignite. Release.
Of a preemptive strike, fizzled out; of invisible gith on the walls behind us; possible traitors in our midst? how did they get here?
Tear. Ignite. Release.
The waves of arrows and arcane; the heat of battle
Tear. Ignite. Release.
The dragonborn looks to his right: the vampires and ilithds that have engaged the enemy in battle
Tear. Ignite. Release.
He looks to his left: a red dragon, fell by a ballista bolt; a wave of scorching heat; three precise shots and a knee to send the dragon tumbling down
He looks back to the moat, to the one black spot.
Tear.
A flash of green to end all existence.
Ignite.
"Dammit, Steve! What did we miss?" He finally releases the burning piece of paper when it nearly threatened to burn his fingers. "Nothing... it just so happened to be, huh?" he says releasing a sigh of frustration.
It is not her death that bothers him. He didn't knew her that well, only once he met her when she came along with Kavel that one time in his hag case. He has seen many die in battle, he has grown numb to it.
It is what comes after her death that bothers him. He has seen Kavel hug her before the battle. He has also heard from him that Silvia and Sorrel are together and that they were half of those who went to hell that one day. No, it is not her death that bother him, but the impact it has had on his friends, he has seen the rage that filled Glint when he immolated the gith leader who killed Silvia.
One does not simply leave this world without tearing something from those one has befriended.
The flash of green - the lightning that stroke at the heart; the pain of loss - the roaring thunder ripping trough those who were close.
A soft, sad little squeak comes from a small little blue gecko on the dragonborn's head. "I know -he said in reply- I heard the list, at least part of it. I will have to speak to them." He takes in a deep breath to steel himself for what shall come. "I'll start with Kavel first. And from there... I don't know."
For the first time in over 10 years, he is no longer alone. For the first time in what seemed like forever to him, he finally got to some he can truly call friends. And now, his friends needed him. He is no longer the coward he once was, he will no longer abandon his friends. And he will start by being there in the darkness after the chaos.
He throws another glance at the explosion, at the spot where a black trident fell. "Steve... is it foolish to think that it did not end here?"
A blue dragonborn sits on the balustrade of the western wall of Fort Ettin in the day after the fight, looking out towards the moat, towards where the waves of enemies started crashing in. Evening is now setting. He sits in contemplation of the events that have transpired during the night that had just passed, tearing pages from a ledger he used to write in, setting the alight and releasing them to the depths below, forming into ashes as they fall. No one reads this, he thought, so why bother keeping it around.
Tear. Ignite. Release.
He sits, replaying the events that transpired, trying to see where they could have done better, where they could have improved.
Tear. Ignite. Release.
The calm before the storm; the preparations; the bolstering of allies
Tear. Ignite. Release.
The lights; the waves of enemies that have formed in front of the fort; the flapping of mighty wings up around; the thunderous roars of ancient creatures;
Tear. Ignite. Release.
Of a preemptive strike, fizzled out; of invisible gith on the walls behind us; possible traitors in our midst? how did they get here?
Tear. Ignite. Release.
The waves of arrows and arcane; the heat of battle
Tear. Ignite. Release.
The dragonborn looks to his right: the vampires and ilithds that have engaged the enemy in battle
Tear. Ignite. Release.
He looks to his left: a red dragon, fell by a ballista bolt; a wave of scorching heat; three precise shots and a knee to send the dragon tumbling down
He looks back to the moat, to the one black spot.
Tear.
A flash of green to end all existence.
Ignite.
"Dammit, Steve! What did we miss?" He finally releases the burning piece of paper when it nearly threatened to burn his fingers. "Nothing... it just so happened to be, huh?" he says releasing a sigh of frustration.
It is not her death that bothers him. He didn't knew her that well, only once he met her when she came along with Kavel that one time in his hag case. He has seen many die in battle, he has grown numb to it.
It is what comes after her death that bothers him. He has seen Kavel hug her before the battle. He has also heard from him that Silvia and Sorrel are together and that they were half of those who went to hell that one day. No, it is not her death that bother him, but the impact it has had on his friends, he has seen the rage that filled Glint when he immolated the gith leader who killed Silvia.
One does not simply leave this world without tearing something from those one has befriended.
The flash of green - the lightning that stroke at the heart; the pain of loss - the roaring thunder ripping trough those who were close.
A soft, sad little squeak comes from a small little blue gecko on the dragonborn's head. "I know -he said in reply- I heard the list, at least part of it. I will have to speak to them." He takes in a deep breath to steel himself for what shall come. "I'll start with Kavel first. And from there... I don't know."
For the first time in over 10 years, he is no longer alone. For the first time in what seemed like forever to him, he finally got to some he can truly call friends. And now, his friends needed him. He is no longer the coward he once was, he will no longer abandon his friends. And he will start by being there in the darkness after the chaos.
He throws another glance at the explosion, at the spot where a black trident fell. "Steve... is it foolish to think that it did not end here?"
