Rebellion in Kundar – Sheryl, the Fae-Touched – 29.10.2019

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When Arkadius started talking about how the dragonborns in Kundar were slaves she knew he wasn’t going to stop. What she had not anticipated was seeing Rahma. Sheryl hadn’t seen him since she and the others had discovered the whole civilisation living under K’ul Goran – that time the giant lizards had torn apart her wings. The Shunned is what they called themselves. She didn’t know he would have such a keen interest in such affairs but the people in Kantas have been known to surprise her.

He had a different air about him this time – serious, frightening. He had proposed that she and the others could lend a hand to this “rebellion”. But Sheryl was hesitant to join. There’s already a war being fought on another continent with giants. She didn’t want to go around exciting more people into fighting. That’s not what she came to Kantas to do.

But then she and the others had met Kolog, a nine foot tall green dragonborn who had been freed by Rahma. He was kind to the horses that took them to the caravan in the desert and smiled when jokes were made, some at Bubble’s expense. Sheryl found it hard to see how someone no different than her, than any of the others, could be thought of as a lesser being, to be made to do what others wanted. To be enslaved.

The first time she had met Arkadius he had been recovering from a vicious stab wound from some orcs that had attacked him and his companions in Kundar. Now she was learning about more vile and vicious things that lived or came from that place. The stories she had heard about at the Court said there were people on the Material Plane who, no matter what they claimed to be, were just awful people. But is it true that no one can change? Are we all just doomed to repeat the same choices and make the same mistakes over and over again?

That sorceress...

Sheryl had been terrified to try to weave her fae-magics to charm her and the others. Witnessing Faye’s magic backfire in such a way in that tent had been frightening enough, but Sheryl had managed to charm her! But Lady Khaosborn had broken free, and the magic the sorceress had used–

Necromantic magics…

Such black magics. Wicked magic. It reminded Sheryl when she-

Close your eyes. Stay asleep.

It reminded Sheryl of something... but she couldn’t remember what. Leaf had been bringing her (dragging me) towards such wickedness because he had believed it to be the safest place. Which was where she had told the kobold to bring her to – somewhere safe.

“I’m sorry, Leaf.” A silvered blade flashes between them, cutting through scaled flesh like butter. Then blood and screams.

Sheryl shakes herself – her arms, hands, shoulders – and bounces up and down on the balls of her feet like a runner would before a sprint, trying to get that memory out of her mind. She had done it to save herself. She couldn’t be captured. Wouldn’t be captured.

Not again. Never again.

“Ready to go on?” asked the manager of the Four Fair Winds to the three of them. Mathew and Arkadius replied in the affirmative. The manager turned to Sheryl. “The audience is waiting.”

She squares her shoulders and lifts her head. “Then let’s show them our song,” she says, and grins as she steps out from behind the curtain onto the stage.