Once a Fool
First Post
Evangeline looked down upon the bleeding dwarf.
- waning -
Life surged through her fingertips and opened his eyes. They almost said “thank you.”
This dwarf, Enok, a hollow worshipper of an infernal deceiver. A selfish, opportunistic, often evil-hearted little man. But Evangeline held on to hope for him.
The battle died down around her.
A short distance away, a horse and its armored rider lay unconscious, silvery scales glistening through the tall stalks of unyielding grass. The horse had been surprised by the prairie dog, even as it charged, blinded by a prismatic spray of the gnome-girl’s magic, and pummeled into unconsciousness by the half-orc. Then they had started on the warrior - a captain, from the town of Bounty.
Bounty. No such town existed, anymore. It had been a human town - entirely human - on the frontier…
The smell of charred flesh still haunted her memory.
This man, Cedrick, had nearly given his life for something he believed in - vengeance.
Evangeline could not help but pity him. Of course, she had saved him…
A chill wind bit into the back of her mind. Something very bad had almost happened to this man. Evangeline had been facing the other way when it happened. She was facing the man with the two swords - the one who was hunting her. The two had traded arrow shots, but his were sharper, honed with malice.
But then, she had felt the world weep behind her.
She had felt something like it before, at the half-orc’s monastery…
Rotting corpses surrounded them - crawling, climbing, clawing through the ruins of the Monastery of the Burning Fist. Half-orcs, all of them. Dead, but not. The air had held it, then. A charge of anger and suffering. Ill will.
That was the surge that Evangeline had felt behind her…
The dwarf, now conscious, began to pray. Evangeline did not speak the infernal tongue, but the inflection was clear enough:
“Pyris. You know the deal. I’ll need to be alive.”
Pyris did not always yield to the temperamental dwarf’s demands, but He did apparently want to keep the dwarf alive.
The Fire-God cauterized Enok’s wounds.
The dwarf was not all bad. He had protected Evangeline from the Elf-Hunter, after all. That is how he had fallen, unaided by the half-orc, who was in his own struggle, and Lo Chi, the gnome, who was busy looting the fallen captain.
The half-orc, Ororck. What of him? He’d been a blur of fury, a streak of murder in his attempt to get to Adam.
Adam. The Delusionist.
Ororck had never trusted him, hated him. So, when Adam had begun to fire crossbow bolts toward the Elf-Hunter, Ororck gave him no credit, no quarter.
Adam had betrayed them and there would be no saving him. Evangeline had nothing left to give. Adam had protected her, but she could not protect him.
It happened in the blink of an eye…
Adam was sitting on a horse, loading his light crossbow…
Then he was pinned to the earth in the iron grip of the foaming half-orc.
If Ororck could appreciate poetry, he might have seen poetic justice in it; Adam had once boasted that he was a champion wrestler in an attempt to win Evangeline’s affection.
Her attention swung back to the Elf-Hunter. Now revitalized, Enok had rejoined the battle.
This time, the human’s blades would find no way through the dwarf’s scaly armor, as Ororck bounded to his aid and something moved unseen through the grass, crippling the overwhelmed foe.
No one noticed Lo Chi as she slipped quietly toward Adam’s broken form and discreetly slit his throat.
The day waned.
- waning -
Life surged through her fingertips and opened his eyes. They almost said “thank you.”
This dwarf, Enok, a hollow worshipper of an infernal deceiver. A selfish, opportunistic, often evil-hearted little man. But Evangeline held on to hope for him.
The battle died down around her.
A short distance away, a horse and its armored rider lay unconscious, silvery scales glistening through the tall stalks of unyielding grass. The horse had been surprised by the prairie dog, even as it charged, blinded by a prismatic spray of the gnome-girl’s magic, and pummeled into unconsciousness by the half-orc. Then they had started on the warrior - a captain, from the town of Bounty.
Bounty. No such town existed, anymore. It had been a human town - entirely human - on the frontier…
The smell of charred flesh still haunted her memory.
This man, Cedrick, had nearly given his life for something he believed in - vengeance.
Evangeline could not help but pity him. Of course, she had saved him…
A chill wind bit into the back of her mind. Something very bad had almost happened to this man. Evangeline had been facing the other way when it happened. She was facing the man with the two swords - the one who was hunting her. The two had traded arrow shots, but his were sharper, honed with malice.
But then, she had felt the world weep behind her.
She had felt something like it before, at the half-orc’s monastery…
Rotting corpses surrounded them - crawling, climbing, clawing through the ruins of the Monastery of the Burning Fist. Half-orcs, all of them. Dead, but not. The air had held it, then. A charge of anger and suffering. Ill will.
That was the surge that Evangeline had felt behind her…
The dwarf, now conscious, began to pray. Evangeline did not speak the infernal tongue, but the inflection was clear enough:
“Pyris. You know the deal. I’ll need to be alive.”
Pyris did not always yield to the temperamental dwarf’s demands, but He did apparently want to keep the dwarf alive.
The Fire-God cauterized Enok’s wounds.
The dwarf was not all bad. He had protected Evangeline from the Elf-Hunter, after all. That is how he had fallen, unaided by the half-orc, who was in his own struggle, and Lo Chi, the gnome, who was busy looting the fallen captain.
The half-orc, Ororck. What of him? He’d been a blur of fury, a streak of murder in his attempt to get to Adam.
Adam. The Delusionist.
Ororck had never trusted him, hated him. So, when Adam had begun to fire crossbow bolts toward the Elf-Hunter, Ororck gave him no credit, no quarter.
Adam had betrayed them and there would be no saving him. Evangeline had nothing left to give. Adam had protected her, but she could not protect him.
It happened in the blink of an eye…
Adam was sitting on a horse, loading his light crossbow…
Then he was pinned to the earth in the iron grip of the foaming half-orc.
If Ororck could appreciate poetry, he might have seen poetic justice in it; Adam had once boasted that he was a champion wrestler in an attempt to win Evangeline’s affection.
Her attention swung back to the Elf-Hunter. Now revitalized, Enok had rejoined the battle.
This time, the human’s blades would find no way through the dwarf’s scaly armor, as Ororck bounded to his aid and something moved unseen through the grass, crippling the overwhelmed foe.
No one noticed Lo Chi as she slipped quietly toward Adam’s broken form and discreetly slit his throat.
The day waned.
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