Sole Renata-04/08-Silvia
Aug 6, 2022 15:01:15 GMT
Jaezred Vandree, Delilah Daybreaker, and 4 more like this
Post by Wixspartan on Aug 6, 2022 15:01:15 GMT
She was alive.
Well that was a start at least. She also had... well that is a matter between her and Sorrel of course but either way she was happy about that. And she was alive, and so was Sorrel, and they were alive together. After that of course things could only get worse. She looked around the clearing, eying the three figures that had helped her get back to life. Lord Jaezred, Laurel, Veridian. Yup, definitely worse. Laurel was nice, although they had barely met, a good soul and an even better skill at restorative magic. The other two though, the other two she had complicated feelings towards. And then there was Jackal, and then there was Cai. Father Cai, it had been too long, but that was a reunion for another day. For now it was time to get back home on her shaky new legs, make a hearty meal and then sleep for a day, or two, or maybe three if she was lucky. Then it was at least a tenday of relaxing and learning how to walk again. Well, and the sex but that's not something that the reader needs to concern themselves with.
She was alive. This had come as a surprise to her if she was being honest. Oh sure she was well aware Sorrel would march into any number of planes to find her soul but she had been on the dirt road, her body scattered to a million unknowable places, she was gone. And then she wasn't. In the coming days Sorrel would eventually explain how it had went down. Frankie assembling the team, all of them travelling to the stone circle in the Angelbark, casting powerful magicks to find and retrieve her soul, creating a new body for it to inhabit, the whole shebang. She sat on the edge of the bed as she watched Sorrel finally catching some sleep and turned her new gauntlet over in her hands. On the palm a rising sun, on the back a watchful eye. Of course she was now a follower of the rising sun, a self-chosen champion of Lathander, but she would remember Helm, remember that not only does the light of a new dawn shine upon all those who choose to embrace it, but that the watcher would protect anything the light touched. She stood up and walked over to the small desk in the corner of the room, pulling out a sheaf of paper from the draw next to it. She had some letters to write...
Well that was a start at least. She also had... well that is a matter between her and Sorrel of course but either way she was happy about that. And she was alive, and so was Sorrel, and they were alive together. After that of course things could only get worse. She looked around the clearing, eying the three figures that had helped her get back to life. Lord Jaezred, Laurel, Veridian. Yup, definitely worse. Laurel was nice, although they had barely met, a good soul and an even better skill at restorative magic. The other two though, the other two she had complicated feelings towards. And then there was Jackal, and then there was Cai. Father Cai, it had been too long, but that was a reunion for another day. For now it was time to get back home on her shaky new legs, make a hearty meal and then sleep for a day, or two, or maybe three if she was lucky. Then it was at least a tenday of relaxing and learning how to walk again. Well, and the sex but that's not something that the reader needs to concern themselves with.
She was alive. This had come as a surprise to her if she was being honest. Oh sure she was well aware Sorrel would march into any number of planes to find her soul but she had been on the dirt road, her body scattered to a million unknowable places, she was gone. And then she wasn't. In the coming days Sorrel would eventually explain how it had went down. Frankie assembling the team, all of them travelling to the stone circle in the Angelbark, casting powerful magicks to find and retrieve her soul, creating a new body for it to inhabit, the whole shebang. She sat on the edge of the bed as she watched Sorrel finally catching some sleep and turned her new gauntlet over in her hands. On the palm a rising sun, on the back a watchful eye. Of course she was now a follower of the rising sun, a self-chosen champion of Lathander, but she would remember Helm, remember that not only does the light of a new dawn shine upon all those who choose to embrace it, but that the watcher would protect anything the light touched. She stood up and walked over to the small desk in the corner of the room, pulling out a sheaf of paper from the draw next to it. She had some letters to write...
