Lazybones
Adventurer
Thanks, Goonalan! This sequence was fun to write.Goonalan said:This is just... wonderful. Can't wait for the next.
In other news, TDB has passed Travels through the Wild West in word count. I don't think it'll surpass The Shackled City's 733k words, but you never know!
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Chapter 258
REFLECTION
The soft chanting from Nelan sounded unnaturally loud in the stillness of the temple of Orcus. The oddly-shaped chamber created unusual acoustics, and a footfall in one place could come back amplified tenfold by echoes, a feature that led to some tense moments for those on watch. Even Mehlaraine eschewed her usual walking pattern while on her watch, instead taking a seat on the dais near the altar, scanning the darkness for any signs of threats.
The quarters for the priests that had formerly served this temple were in a room just off the central chamber, and contained sufficient beds for all of them. That room had no exits, but Dar did not want any of them out of sight of the cleric, no matter how secure the area appeared. So they dragged the beds out into the temple, to give those not on watch a chance to sleep.
Not that any of them felt much like sleeping. Allera came over to Shay, who sat on one of the beds, her head lying against the wall at her back. The scout’s hand idly rubbed the hilt of Beatus Incendia, which she’d recovered from the blood pool through the assistance of a detect magic spell from Elegion Alderis. She had crafted a temporary scabbard for the weapon from some leather straps and a blanket taken from the priest quarters.
“You should try to get some sleep,” Allera told her. She sat down next to Shay on the bed. For a long moment, the scout did not respond.
“Would you be able to sleep?”
“Part of the training to become a healer involves acknowledging the needs of the body, even when they conflict with the demands of the mind.”
“A nice trick, that.”
“Your body will not be able to function, without rest. I could give you an infusion, something to help you rest.”
Shay shook her head. “If we’re attacked, I can’t be in a drugged stupor.”
“I wouldn’t give you something that strong. And it would be better than being in a fog because of exhaustion.”
“I’ll sleep, I promise. I... I just need some time.”
“There wasn’t anything you could have done, Shay.”
There was another long silence. Allera, alert to the feelings of others, waited it out. “I could have not given Talen my ring,” she said, finally. “I thought I was protecting him, but instead I only caused his death.” She looked over at the healer. “Yes, I know he’s dead. Just because I didn’t want to admit it doesn’t mean I couldn’t see it in your eyes.”
“Shay.” Allera put her hand on Shay’s. “It wasn’t your fault. You would have done the same, if Talen had been in danger, and you could have come to his aid.”
“Yes, but I couldn’t. Because I got myself into trouble, and I was helpless to do anything to stop it.” She leaned back against the wall. “If I’d kept my ring, that ghast wouldn’t have been able to touch me, and Talen wouldn’t have needed to rescue me.”
“And the warlock would have just let you destroy him? Shay, we were almost overwhelmed in that battle. It was a miracle that more of us weren’t killed. Talen did what he had to do, and his sacrifice probably saved the lives of several others. If the warlock had been able to hit the rest of the group with a few more of those blasts...”
“Thank you, Allera. I appreciate what you’re trying to do. If you’ll excuse me, I think I’ll get that sleep now.”
The healer rose as Shay laid out on the bed, and closed her eyes.
Allera looked down at her, biting her lip in frustration. Finally, she turned and walked quietly away.
They were ready for an attack at any moment, but the hours passed without event, the only noise the constant drone of Nelan’s chanting, and the quiet movements as those on watch were relieved.
They were all awake and together for the end. Nelan’s voice rasped as he focused the power of the Father upon this dread place, sundering the link between the temple and the demon lord. There was a faint flicker of blackness around the edges of their lights that was gone before it could be fully perceived. That was followed by a loud crack that echoed through the temple, as the huge altar stone was sundered into a dozen pieces.
Nelan slumped back. “It is finished,” he said.
Shay stepped forward. “Let’s get moving.”
The others had already prepared their gear. Allera helped Nelan gather his things, using her wand of lesser restoration to ease his exhaustion. Nodding gratefully to her, the cleric carefully folded his ceremonial vestments and placed them in his pack. Shay waited impatiently for him to finish.
“A few more minutes is not going to matter,” Dar told her.
She fixed him with a cold stare. “I seem to remember being a few minutes late, the last time we came to this temple. Ask Allera how important those minutes were.”
The fighter’s jaw tightened, but he did not reply. Seeing that Nelan had put on his pack, Shay turned and headed toward the temple exit.
“All right, let’s move out,” Dar said, following the scout as she led them out of the sundered temple of Orcus.