Chapter 18 - The Face of Baphomet (Part 4)
“This is a forlorn hope but I must say it,” said Lavren as he stared into Telkya’s eyes. His keen elven vision picked out every beautiful feature of her slender features and her eyes were pools of deepest blue-green. They sat at the edge of the light in a shadowy alcove as they had done many times since the terrible captivity had begun. For the first time, Lavren and Telkya had shared more than just furtive glances and had found that they truly did enjoy each other’s company. They shared a passion for stepping beyond the boundaries of their ancient culture but Lavren found that with Telkya’s rebelliousness there was also an innocence that her found entrancing. She for her part had found him to be unusually sensitive beyond his brash and roguish exterior. The fact that they were doomed had brought an urgency to their conversations and they had discovered more about each other in the days of captivity than some elven couples discovered about each other in years of courtship.
“Though the last of the rations are all but done,” Lavren continued softly. “I must tell you that you have become the dearest thing in this world to me. I truly love you and would have you be my wife in spirit if not in fact for you are the only priestess here and cannot bless your own union.”
Telkya returned Lavren’s deep and piercing gaze while her heart fluttered at the words that he had just spoken. Never had anyone confessed love for her and now, the elf that she had come to love herself had asked her to be his wife. A sadness settled on her heart then that this marriage would not be a true one as her suitor rightly said and that it would last only for whatever days remained to them in this terrible place.
“I would be your wife even if we stood on the edge of the Abyss itself and endured our last moments together,” answered Telkya. “I love you too, Lavren Strongbow.”
Suddenly, she gave a shocked scream and Lavren panicked, wondering what had provoked such a reaction. She was looking over his should and as he glanced around, he saw that an unarmed gnoll had appeared in the chamber just a few feet from where he and Telkya sat. From around the corner, Erlmoor roared and rushed at the gnoll, drawing his blade as he charged. Even as he reached the gnoll, the companions all felt a nauseating spinning as the chamber around them seemed to blur and twirl. Then it vanished altogether and the companions found themselves sitting in the once-curtained entrance to the chamber with Erlmoor and the gnoll, standing amidst them with blade and claw ready.
“This is a forlorn hope but I must say it,” said Lavren as he stared into Telkya’s eyes. His keen elven vision picked out every beautiful feature of her slender features and her eyes were pools of deepest blue-green. They sat at the edge of the light in a shadowy alcove as they had done many times since the terrible captivity had begun. For the first time, Lavren and Telkya had shared more than just furtive glances and had found that they truly did enjoy each other’s company. They shared a passion for stepping beyond the boundaries of their ancient culture but Lavren found that with Telkya’s rebelliousness there was also an innocence that her found entrancing. She for her part had found him to be unusually sensitive beyond his brash and roguish exterior. The fact that they were doomed had brought an urgency to their conversations and they had discovered more about each other in the days of captivity than some elven couples discovered about each other in years of courtship.
“Though the last of the rations are all but done,” Lavren continued softly. “I must tell you that you have become the dearest thing in this world to me. I truly love you and would have you be my wife in spirit if not in fact for you are the only priestess here and cannot bless your own union.”
Telkya returned Lavren’s deep and piercing gaze while her heart fluttered at the words that he had just spoken. Never had anyone confessed love for her and now, the elf that she had come to love herself had asked her to be his wife. A sadness settled on her heart then that this marriage would not be a true one as her suitor rightly said and that it would last only for whatever days remained to them in this terrible place.
“I would be your wife even if we stood on the edge of the Abyss itself and endured our last moments together,” answered Telkya. “I love you too, Lavren Strongbow.”
Suddenly, she gave a shocked scream and Lavren panicked, wondering what had provoked such a reaction. She was looking over his should and as he glanced around, he saw that an unarmed gnoll had appeared in the chamber just a few feet from where he and Telkya sat. From around the corner, Erlmoor roared and rushed at the gnoll, drawing his blade as he charged. Even as he reached the gnoll, the companions all felt a nauseating spinning as the chamber around them seemed to blur and twirl. Then it vanished altogether and the companions found themselves sitting in the once-curtained entrance to the chamber with Erlmoor and the gnoll, standing amidst them with blade and claw ready.
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