The DOOR from EVERYWHERE, part 2
Van Dyksun: Death Hurts
On the other side of the portal was a room filled with more of the same type--a staging room for travel to exciting new places, but all I can think about is those children, and how we used to find children in the Ghazneth War that the orcs had mutilated, slicing their hamstrings so they couldn't run, blinding them if they were serving simply as food tasters, ripping out their tongues if they were to be used for worse. I convince the others that we should open the portals sequentially, rather than at random, avoiding the one with the whitewash #3 above it, because that was the one that the orc suggested we use. The bloody handprints on its metal testifies to his perfidy even more than Foxhound's feeling about his veracity.
Maybe it is unfortunate that we discovered the way to the orc's stronghold in portal 4 so quickly, for maybe my anxiety might have quelled had we been forced to spend more time in the portal room. But, then, probably not. More portals to open then close would have meant more time between us and the children.
When portal 4 opened, with Foxhound using his favorite spell to make himself uglier than normal as one of those vile creatures, I could see from where I stood at the side that this was indeed the place.
Foxhound's eyes went wide, and I could hear a voice call out to him in that guttural bunch of noise those things call language. I motioned him to feign that he had lost his voice, then prepared a pair of arrows for the inevitible idiot that decided to investigate, felling him before he was even two feet inside the room. While we prepared for the onslaught, Foxhound motioned us back, for he had prepared a special surprise for them. I watched as he took a deep swallow of something, then saw the bulge that rose through his neck then came gushing from his mouth, as if he were throwing up, but instead of just bile, it was the greenest acid I had ever seen, streaming out for six long seconds, melting the party of orcs that had thought to kill this traitor orc that had led their leader into the room.
Artemus tried to instantly follow the panicked group, but we regrouped then followed them through the woods until we came to the wooden palisades, its doors long shut behind the latest group to retreat. As we stepped from the woods, the orcs at the top let loose a volley of arrows, but we held there until Artemus called upon the power of nature to rain fire in the middle of the palisades, instantly setting aflame anything that could be. Darabrac took to air to take on the right side, while I answered their puny arrows with the kind that come from righteous anger and a bow made of stone and mithral.
Would we had stopped there, but our dice had been cast, and we--a small group of but six--decided to take on this palisade in the middle of Hullack Forest (a part that we hadn't seen before, but that Artemus assured us was part of the same forest that we had been traveling in but short months ago). Would that we had stopped when we realized that, even weakened by fire, Kaemris was unable to burst the wooden doors. But our new companions of Darabrac and Lucius Foxhound had given us the power of flight, and we took the fight to the top of the palisade.
You're right, Goddess. I'll stop avoiding it. I was vain. I thought I was more than a match for an entire orc army. Even when I saw the massed numbers on the other side of the palisade, I felt no fear. Even in their numbers, I knew that I was more than match for any of them, alone or together.
And then...IT showed up.
I should have known. I had grown careless. I had forgotten how the battle can turn so quickly, I had forgotten how I had died in the Underdark to something that I hadn't seen, how my companions had been surprised by creatures that could appear and disappear at will. At first, I thought IT just another one of their brutish monstrosities, still of their breed, but somehow increased in power and skills. Instead, the thing brandished two weapons like they were a part of it. It's first onslaught I sidestepped with ease, but IT was simply playing with me, discovering my speed, for the next time IT swung, I discovered just how fast it could be. Even through the mithral, I felt the bones crack and knew that I had only a short time before I was here, once again, in your arms, Goddess.
My companions weren't doing any better. Kaemris, inspired no doubt by the flying achievements of the others, took to air himself, carrying Artemus with him, making himself a target for every orc with a bow. And they had a magic user as well. But my attention was focused on the death in front of me.
I could have run. I know. I could have taken the time to disengage and jump off the palisades and run for the woods. But that would have left the halfling to IT, and although I had only known him briefly, I couldn't see abandoning him to what I knew was my fate, and my fate alone.
That's when IT smiled--I still remember that smile, for it was a smile that said to me, you don't know what I am, but I know what you are, and that is *dead*. And then, I could see the bulge in its throat, that same kind of bulge that Foxhound had used a few short minutes ago, and I tried to dodge out of the way, but it was too late. The mouth opened unnaturally wide, as if the creature had unhinged its jaw, and the last thing I saw was the red tongues that emerged, leaping in the air straight for me, coating me. I smelt the hairs of my nose singe, but that was before I scented my own burning skin, and by then I knew that it was way too late, even as I fell to the ground, I felt the flame deep in my lungs, from where I had breathed it in deep with my surprise, and then the pain.
For death is painful. It's feeling your lungs burn and your eyeballs bubble and all your hair instantly shrivel and turn to smoke. Death hurts.
But I want to live again, goddess. I know I will die again, and I know that it won't be pleasant. I know that death hurts, but I'm willing to hurt again--as long as I can share that hurt with those who more than deserve it.
I see that smile in front of me, and I've memorized it. For that's the smile I'm going to revisit on my enemies. That's the death smile, and I know that there are some still in Faerun who deserve it, who deserve that little sting of death. For, unlike what the rich and powerful think, death still has its sting, and I plan to be the scorpion.