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<blockquote data-quote="Delgar" data-source="post: 5114112" data-attributes="member: 3195"><p><strong>Mathas' Past Life</strong></p><p></p><p><em><Mathas BG 2. More to follow></em></p><p></p><p>Again the thunder rumbles in my mind, and this time, the images have distinct clarity...</p><p></p><p>A special day I'll never forget.</p><p></p><p>Danica, my love, and my beautiful step-daughters, Halima and Jolene are with me in the skycab, enroute to the Upper City. She loves the theater, and this will be the first time my daughters will go. They are excited and barely able to sit in their seats.</p><p></p><p>Beneath us, the city passes, the smoggy sky becoming clearer as we ascend. </p><p></p><p>Moments later, we arrive at a great-domed building, the theater, yes, but the name I have forgotten. As I pay the skycab driver, my family waits, dressed in their finest, anxious to enter. I join them, and together we walk toward the entrance. Large banners proclaim the opening night of "A Night of Rememberance", a fitting title I'd find later that evening. It was written by a highly acclaimed playwright, I'd been told, but that's of no consequence. Tonight was to be a special night, we were to rub elbows with the finest houses in all of Sharn, and for that even I was excited.</p><p></p><p>At the entrance, I presented the tickets for the four of us, and we were told to follow the usher to our seats in the mezzanine. The low din of theater-goers was just lessening as we took our seats in the gilded upper balcony. I leaned over to ask the usher when the show would be starting. He said nothing, only turned and walked away. I noticed a mark on the back of his neck as he turned the corner, and though I may have not known it then, I know it now as the mark of the Emerald Claw. I turned, grumbling about his manners, but refused to let it ruin my evening. I sat with my wife and daughters and waited.</p><p></p><p>Shortly after, the announcer came to the stage to welcome everyone and to present the play. As he moved off stage the curtain slowly rose...</p><p></p><p>...to flames. The backdrops burned crimson and blue, the paint distorting the color of the flames. A wall of heat washed over the audience, and immediately panic erupted. Screams and shouts echoed from the domed ceiling as people ran for the exits, climbing and clawing their way over each other, much as they had done in their posh lives. I collected my family and moved to the nearest exit, keeping others away as best I could.</p><p></p><p>But the exits were locked tight and barred from the outside. There was no escape, I knew.</p><p></p><p>The smoke became overwhelming, slowly suffocating us all. My step-children were the first to die. My wife next followed after. I succumbed only after they departed.</p><p></p><p>I fell into blackness, and she greeted me, again, though I had forgotten her.</p><p></p><p>Her voice... always that tormenting voice, "Again you have failed, Deva. Again I have pulled your strings and destroyed you. This cycle will forever continue, until you relinquish your soul to me!" </p><p></p><p>Her laughter followed me into darkness...</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Delgar, post: 5114112, member: 3195"] [b]Mathas' Past Life[/b] [I]<Mathas BG 2. More to follow>[/I] Again the thunder rumbles in my mind, and this time, the images have distinct clarity... A special day I'll never forget. Danica, my love, and my beautiful step-daughters, Halima and Jolene are with me in the skycab, enroute to the Upper City. She loves the theater, and this will be the first time my daughters will go. They are excited and barely able to sit in their seats. Beneath us, the city passes, the smoggy sky becoming clearer as we ascend. Moments later, we arrive at a great-domed building, the theater, yes, but the name I have forgotten. As I pay the skycab driver, my family waits, dressed in their finest, anxious to enter. I join them, and together we walk toward the entrance. Large banners proclaim the opening night of "A Night of Rememberance", a fitting title I'd find later that evening. It was written by a highly acclaimed playwright, I'd been told, but that's of no consequence. Tonight was to be a special night, we were to rub elbows with the finest houses in all of Sharn, and for that even I was excited. At the entrance, I presented the tickets for the four of us, and we were told to follow the usher to our seats in the mezzanine. The low din of theater-goers was just lessening as we took our seats in the gilded upper balcony. I leaned over to ask the usher when the show would be starting. He said nothing, only turned and walked away. I noticed a mark on the back of his neck as he turned the corner, and though I may have not known it then, I know it now as the mark of the Emerald Claw. I turned, grumbling about his manners, but refused to let it ruin my evening. I sat with my wife and daughters and waited. Shortly after, the announcer came to the stage to welcome everyone and to present the play. As he moved off stage the curtain slowly rose... ...to flames. The backdrops burned crimson and blue, the paint distorting the color of the flames. A wall of heat washed over the audience, and immediately panic erupted. Screams and shouts echoed from the domed ceiling as people ran for the exits, climbing and clawing their way over each other, much as they had done in their posh lives. I collected my family and moved to the nearest exit, keeping others away as best I could. But the exits were locked tight and barred from the outside. There was no escape, I knew. The smoke became overwhelming, slowly suffocating us all. My step-children were the first to die. My wife next followed after. I succumbed only after they departed. I fell into blackness, and she greeted me, again, though I had forgotten her. Her voice... always that tormenting voice, "Again you have failed, Deva. Again I have pulled your strings and destroyed you. This cycle will forever continue, until you relinquish your soul to me!" Her laughter followed me into darkness... [/QUOTE]
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