Pen52 Posted October 6, 2006 Share Posted October 6, 2006 I am now trying my hand at a serious BG fanfic. What is this about? In the expansion, the Throne of Bhaal, the protagonist encounters his/hers former nemesis, Sarevok. Now, while I very much enjoyed this addition to the party, the dynamics, and Sarevok himself as an NPC, the more I thought about it, the choice itself made less and less sense to me Ã¢â‚¬â€œ why would anyone choose to resurrect their father's murderer? And even if the protagonist shared no particular bond with Gorion, this is still the man who actively sought his/her death in the past. There is no guarantee that he will not do so again... One would have to have one hell of a reason to even contemplate such a decision. Here, I tried to explore one such possible situation. Yes, I used the name of my protagonist from my other BG story, but that is as far as any similarities go. These are two separate stories (obviously, since the other is a parody :wink: ). This will be continued, and the next installment will be from SarevokÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s POV. This is still a draft form, so any and all opinions and suggestions are very much welcome. Choices ~ Raesa twisted to the left, avoiding a fireball aimed at her chest. She spun back, facing her enemy Ã¢â‚¬â€œ only to find her gone. Invisible. Alert, ready, Raesa circled the now empty clearing, shadowed by ancient, towering oaks, wary of any change - be it a shift in the wind, a soft rustle in the grass or a hesitation in the chirping of the birds, nestled in the branches above. The right hand closed on a sword hilt, the left reached towards her belt and unsheathed one of the daggers. She would wait. And watch. Blades of grass, already heavy with the morning dew, bent beneath an unknown weight. Two footsteps formed, and then two more, mowing towards her. Pretending not to notice, Raesa turned half away. One step, two, threeÃ¢â‚¬Â¦ now! Ã¢â‚¬Â¦moving in a circular swing, the sword slashed through the air and met with resistance. She pulled the weapon back, angling the blade. It came back covered in blood and fragments of skin. Without a sound, Illasera slumped to the ground, dead, her spell broken. Releasing a long breath, Raesa drew back, wincing at a minor cut. The blade dropped from her hand and hit the ground Ã¢â‚¬â€œ she flexed her fingers, the knuckles making a popping sound, and rolled her shoulders. A frown formed on her face. Too easy. Wait. The wind changed, and a sharp scent lingered on the breeze. Spell components. The birdsÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ song endedÃ¢â‚¬Â¦ the body on the ground vanished. A double! Raesa shifted, lightning quick, but too late. Pain erupted. IllaseraÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s Ã¢â‚¬â€œ the real IllaseraÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s - dagger plunged into her lower back, the jagged blade ripping at the flesh and scraping against the base of her spine. Body twisting, hand gripping a narrow wrist, she forced the weapon from IllaseraÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s hand; it remained lodged within her, but out of her enemyÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s reach. Facing the mage, Raesa smiled Ã¢â‚¬â€œ and pushed her own dagger upwards, burying it in Illasera's throat to the hilt. Making a gurgling sound, Illasera fell to her knees. Particles that were once flesh, blood and bone drifted in the wind. Save me a place in the Abyss, sister. Shaken, Raesa chased the thought away. Breathing raggedly, she reached for the dagger imbedded in her back. One of her fingers probed at the sharp blade, checking how deep it went Ã¢â‚¬â€œ too deep. She couldnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t treat this wound alone. Leaning down, Raesa reached for her pack. Blood welled with the movement, wetting her fingers. Like it or not, she was alone. Sharp spikes of pain ran down her legs, the skin tingling before going numb. Where are the healing potions? At the thought, a light Ã¢â‚¬â€œ sudden, unexpected Ã¢â‚¬â€œ enveloped her, soothing her flesh, binding her injury. Her hand reached back Ã¢â‚¬â€œ the dagger shimmered out of existence. No blood flowed from the open wound. The strange illumination dissipated, gradually, and Raesa found herself hovering above the ground Ã¢â‚¬â€œ no longer in the clearing Ã¢â‚¬â€œ a radiant creature before her. Something held her upright, and pain became a distant memory. Fingers traced the outline of a rounded barrier, leaving a darker trail on the transparent surface. Warmth. Ã¢â‚¬Å“I greet you, god-child, you who are of divine blood. I have awaited you.Ã¢â‚¬Â ~ Destiny. She tired of hearing that word. Leaning back, inside the healing cocoon, Raesa hissed at the sharp, unexpected sting of the wound. Ã¢â‚¬Å“And if I donÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t want theseÃ¢â‚¬Â¦ Ã¢â‚¬ËœpossibilitiesÃ¢â‚¬â„¢?Ã¢â‚¬Â she asked. The creature, the Solar, looked at her. Was that pity in her gaze? Ã¢â‚¬Å“This is not a question of your will. When the time comes you will be ready... I will make certain.Ã¢â‚¬Â Her legs trembled, suddenly weak. Brow furrowing, Raesa ran a hand along her thigh, giving the muscles there a brief squeeze. The air shimmered. The Solar shook her head; short strands of fire-colored hair, too luminous, too delicate to be real, danced around her, settling on her neck and shoulders. Ã¢â‚¬Å“I doubt you will be given a choice. Power comes with knowledge, god-child.Ã¢â‚¬Â As the physical discomfort grew, Raesa paid less and less attention to the words. The field loosened its hold, and lowered to ground-level. She stumbled within it, falling to one knee. Ã¢â‚¬Å“It shall come to you in time, as your destiny unfolds. You shall see me soon.Ã¢â‚¬Â Pain seeped back into her Ã¢â‚¬â€œ Raesa clenched her teeth against it. What was happening? Ã¢â‚¬Å“In the meantime, more knowledge and a choice both await you.Ã¢â‚¬Â The Solar gave her a shallow bow and, on the rise, said, Ã¢â‚¬Å“Remember, look for a deeper truth in all things. You are not alone.Ã¢â‚¬Â In a flash of light, the celestial being vanished, leaving Raesa in the middle of a vast cavern. Raesa knew this place, the feel to itÃ¢â‚¬Â¦ The soft, soothing energy dissolved into nothingness, and the pain returned, magnified tenfold. The wound reopened. Around it and above it, the flesh of her back pulsed in time with the beating of her heart; burned in a way sheÃ¢â‚¬â„¢d known, but not like this. Never like this. Poison. Below the woundÃ¢â‚¬Â¦ nothing. She felt nothing. Her knees buckled Ã¢â‚¬â€œ when did they give out? - and she slumped to the floor, drained, lifeless. I can't move. Fear numbed her mind, as the wound robbed her of her flesh. My legs. Gone. Her hands tugged at the thighs, a fist hit just above her knee Ã¢â‚¬â€œ she felt nothing. Blood seeped out of the wound, spurting, forming a slick pool of moisture beneath her. Raesa saw it Ã¢â‚¬â€œ but couldnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t feel it. The warm liquid drenched her upper back, seeping downwards. Her palm reached down, under her hips, tracing upwards to her lower back. It came back soaked in her own blood, bright red. Healing potions. As if it belonged to someone else, her head rose scant inches from the ground. Puppet-like, it lolled to the left, listless Ã¢â‚¬â€œ nothing there. Panic struck. Another flash of pain pierced her when Raesa forced her head to the right Ã¢â‚¬â€œ out of the corner of her eye, she saw it. The pack lay on the ground, a few paces away, opened. The supply of healing potions could be found in a padded side pocket, within easy reach at all times. All times, except this one. Gritting her teeth against the pain, Raesa lifted herself up on her elbows. No. There was no use. Her back touched the ground again, and, using her upper body strength - what was left of it Ã¢â‚¬â€œ she rolled onto her stomach. Folding her arms in front of her, she pulled herself forward, dragging the weight of her hips and legs. Spikes of pain exploded at the movement. Her chest hit the ground, hard; arms sagged and gave out. Oh, gods! She couldn't feel anything. Lifting her head Ã¢â‚¬â€œ the only part of her that would move Ã¢â‚¬â€œ Raesa glanced towards the potions. She would not reach them, now. A desperate sob escaped her. Lightheaded and getting weaker by the moment Ã¢â‚¬â€œ with time running out. So much for power and destiny. At least, the pain had gone along with her body. A small mercy. At the thought, a voice echoed through the empty space. Ã¢â‚¬Å“So, you have finally arrived... What an arrival at that. IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ve been waiting for you.Ã¢â‚¬Â WhoÃ¢â‚¬Â¦ Ã¢â‚¬Å“I had imagined this moment Ã¢â‚¬â€œ the possibilities Ã¢â‚¬â€œ more often than I care to say.Ã¢â‚¬Â RaesaÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s throat constricted at the rich, familiar tones. Hope dwindled and died. Ã¢â‚¬Å“Reality has exceeded my fantasy, I see.Ã¢â‚¬Â A gloating, marred smile carried in the voice. Ã¢â‚¬Å“If only I were able to enjoy it in full.Ã¢â‚¬Â Sarevok. How? It couldnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t be. Raesa closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Turning her focus inwards, she saw a glimmer of power remained in her, still. Cautious and wary, she reached for it, guiding, coaxing the pulsing globe of energy to open, to heal from within. In the mindÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s eye, it grew, then cracked, releasing twin wisps of vapor. Warmth enveloped her as the drifting tendrils connected with the wound. Binding it, cleansingÃ¢â‚¬Â¦ they removed all traces of the poison. A smile tugged at her lips. The bleeding slowed to a mere trickle. But no feeling returned. Behind her eyelids, the healing glow withered and died out. The knot in her stomach returned. Not enough Ã¢â‚¬â€œ the effort bought her some time and no more. Sarevok watched her Ã¢â‚¬â€œ she could feel his eyes on her skin. Ã¢â‚¬Å“You cling to life, yet? I suppose I should not be surprised,Ã¢â‚¬Â he said. Ã¢â‚¬Å“I would do no less, were I in your place.Ã¢â‚¬Â Raesa would deny him the pleasure of seeing her fear, if she could. He had seen more than enough of it. Her eyes opened and searched the cavern. At the sight of him, the smile returned on her lips, despite the circumstance. Ã¢â‚¬Å“Being no more than a specter does not agree with you, then? Shame, that.Ã¢â‚¬Â Her voice cracked near the end. Sarevok crouched, on her far right, one muscular arm folded over his knee, the palm of the other resting against the ground. He flickered before her. She could see right through him; the wall of the cavern blinked in and out of existence behind him. Then, he turned more solid - real again - but the outline of the wall remained, a shadow within. He laughed at the jibe, undisturbed. The sound made her teeth clench. Ã¢â‚¬Å“Specter or not, I am still better off than you are right now. Am I not, sister?Ã¢â‚¬Â Her insides froze, then boiled at the word; Raesa growled deep in her throat. Ã¢â‚¬Å“DonÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t ever call me that.Ã¢â‚¬Â If she could only move! Ã¢â‚¬Å“I am no sister of yours.Ã¢â‚¬Â A sneer followed her words. Ã¢â‚¬Å“And how do you think to stop me?Ã¢â‚¬Â Rising in one smooth motion, he kicked at the pack with his foot. Or tried to Ã¢â‚¬â€œ the boot passed through it, no more solid than the air around it. Ã¢â‚¬Å“I have no physical form left for you to threaten, sister. And even if I had, do you believe I would fear you as you are now?Ã¢â‚¬Â The last words dripped with contempt. No. She was all too aware of that. Crouching next to her, Sarevok cocked his head to the side Ã¢â‚¬â€œ brown eyes met green, both tinged with the same faint golden glow. Ã¢â‚¬Å“You are dying.Ã¢â‚¬Â Fact. Ã¢â‚¬Å“There is no one here to help you. No friends of old. No druid-healer to spring to your aid. No fool priest to petition his god on your behalf.Ã¢â‚¬Â His fingers ghosted a rippling trail in the pool of blood Ã¢â‚¬â€œ her blood. Ã¢â‚¬Å“No one.Ã¢â‚¬Â Her friends. SheÃ¢â‚¬â„¢d left themÃ¢â‚¬Â¦ How did he know of them? A brief smile showed on his face Ã¢â‚¬â€œ gloating, no doubt Ã¢â‚¬â€œ before he continued. Ã¢â‚¬Å“No oneÃ¢â‚¬Â¦ but me.Ã¢â‚¬Â Ã¢â‚¬Å“ThatÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s aÃ¢â‚¬Â¦Ã¢â‚¬Â A coughing fit took her. Ã¢â‚¬Å“Ã¢â‚¬Â¦a comfort.Ã¢â‚¬Â Something warm and moist tickled down her chin. A flash of... emotion lit his eyes. Triumph, perhaps, or something else? Ã¢â‚¬Å“Can you move at all?Ã¢â‚¬Â The mockery in his voice proved too much to bear. Ã¢â‚¬Å“IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ll take that as a no.Ã¢â‚¬Â Sparks twinkled in her field of vision as a ghostly hand brushed across her cheek Ã¢â‚¬â€œ Raesa twisted, away from the touch. Ã¢â‚¬Å“Stop!Ã¢â‚¬Â Sarevok drew in a startled breath and moved his hand away. Ã¢â‚¬Å“Yes, I feel it.Ã¢â‚¬Â The excitement in the whisper would have made her shiver, were she able to. Ã¢â‚¬Å“Feel what?Ã¢â‚¬Â Ã¢â‚¬Å“Your essence, fool. This place, it draws it out, near the surface.Ã¢â‚¬Â A long, white scar on his left hand caught her attention. SheÃ¢â‚¬â„¢d put it there, in the Undercity. She had killed him there. Ã¢â‚¬Å“What of it?Ã¢â‚¬Â Tired, so tiredÃ¢â‚¬Â¦ Ã¢â‚¬Å“There,Ã¢â‚¬Â he gestured to the pack. Ã¢â‚¬Å“Healing potions, yes? Death will claim you soon, if you prove unable to reach themÃ¢â‚¬Â¦ And that is a near certainty, now.Ã¢â‚¬Â The matter-of-fact tone grated on RaesaÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s nerves Ã¢â‚¬â€œ no, more than that Ã¢â‚¬â€œ her stomach dropped, then clenched in despair. Strange how she could feel that and nothing else. Words fell from her lips, hollow. Ã¢â‚¬Å“How perceptive of you.Ã¢â‚¬Â She would not show fear. Not to him. For a moment, her eyelids drifted shut Ã¢â‚¬â€œ she forced them open, with a light shake of the head. The blood-loss made her drowsy. It could only get worse from there. Sarevok leaned in close, eyes glowing in the faint light. Ã¢â‚¬Å“I can help you.Ã¢â‚¬Â That took her by surprise. Ã¢â‚¬Å“You? What game is this?Ã¢â‚¬Â Her voice cracked again, and she swallowed - a metallic taste lingered in her mouth. His right hand extended, palm reaching for her. Ã¢â‚¬Å“No game. Meet my price, and live.Ã¢â‚¬Â Slowly, he drew back, hesitant for some reason. Why? She could do little Ã¢â‚¬â€œ nothing! Ã¢â‚¬â€œ to stop him. Ã¢â‚¬Å“Of what use can you be to me, specter?Ã¢â‚¬Â The words lacked the sting she hoped them to deliver Ã¢â‚¬â€œ she had too little strength left for that. The pack remained within her line of sight, out of her grasp. Eyes drifted down her body, to the pool of blood beneath her. It had grown. When Sarevok reached for the straps of the pack, the hand went through the leather - predictable, and it had made her point. He said, Ã¢â‚¬Å“A specter is of no use to youÃ¢â‚¬Â¦ You have the right of it, there.Ã¢â‚¬Â He stilled, thoughtful. Ã¢â‚¬Å“You need a man of flesh and blood.Ã¢â‚¬Â Ã¢â‚¬Å“Too bad none are present.Ã¢â‚¬Â Keeping her eyes open proved a loosing battle. Ã¢â‚¬Å“What do you want? To torment me?Ã¢â‚¬Â Raesa despised the weakness in her voice. Ã¢â‚¬Å“What do you know of torment?Ã¢â‚¬Â he snapped, whirling around to face her. "You, who..." His hands clenched into fists. "No. There is time for that, later." A smirk played on his lips. "If there is to be a later for you. But what do you think I would want? I wish to existÃ¢â‚¬Â¦ to live again.Ã¢â‚¬Â How? She was no cleric, and his body was long gone. Ã¢â‚¬Å“Go pray to Ilmater, then. I canÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t help you there, nor would I wish to.Ã¢â‚¬Â Ã¢â‚¬Å“But you can and you will.Ã¢â‚¬Â Sarevok started to pace the room. Ã¢â‚¬Å“The Abyss beckons you, sister. That is a place of torment, not this,Ã¢â‚¬Â a vague gesture in her direction, Ã¢â‚¬Å“Ã¢â‚¬Â¦mere physical pain.Ã¢â‚¬Â Her heartbeat quickened at the words. Ã¢â‚¬Å“Even the fear that eats away at you now Ã¢â‚¬â€œ do not deny it, only a fool would not fear such a fate - cannot compare to the terror that awaits you there.Ã¢â‚¬Â His voice dropped to a whisper. Ã¢â‚¬Å“Level after agonizing level, each one more of a curse than the one before. And I should know.Ã¢â‚¬Â Beads of sweat blossomed on her brow. Ã¢â‚¬Å“You are headed there as we speak,Ã¢â‚¬Â he said. Tell me something I donÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t know. More and more of her life force drained away. In little time, the tentative tendrils of energy that held her whole Ã¢â‚¬â€œ living, sentient, breathing Ã¢â‚¬â€œ would crack under the pressure. The taint would break from under her control. Raesa felt the stirring even now. She would crumble into dust, burned from within by the very fire that sustained her. Not yet. Not like this. Circling her, the bastard continued. Ã¢â‚¬Å“A life for a life - mine for yours. A fair trade.Ã¢â‚¬Â She tried to shake her head, to deny his claim; it only moved slightly to the left. Ã¢â‚¬Å“You are mad. Had I such power, would I be lying here?Ã¢â‚¬Â Why did her voice shake so? Ã¢â‚¬Å“Peddle your delusions elsewhere and leave me be.Ã¢â‚¬Â The smooth surface beneath her cheek radiated warmth. Why did she feel so cold? A shadow fell on her; light leather boots, with torn patches, paced before her Ã¢â‚¬â€œ she lacked the will to look up. Ã¢â‚¬Å“These are no delusions," Sarevok continued. "This place, itÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s an extension of you. You have power here.Ã¢â‚¬Â A voice drifted to her, impassioned, now from behind. Ã¢â‚¬Å“Whether you know it or not.Ã¢â‚¬Â Her pulse rang in her ears, slow, weak. Cold sweat dripped down, lower, and she blinked Ã¢â‚¬â€œ once, twice Ã¢â‚¬â€œ to chase the sting away. Ã¢â‚¬Å“What power? HowÃ¢â‚¬Â¦Ã¢â‚¬Â Her heart stilled Ã¢â‚¬â€œ Raesa gasped for breath Ã¢â‚¬â€œ then it contracted and relaxed; another slow beat. GodsÃ¢â‚¬Â¦ hear me. SheÃ¢â‚¬â„¢d never prayed before. Ã¢â‚¬Å“Do you mean to ask what is needed of you?Ã¢â‚¬Â Sarevok soundedÃ¢â‚¬Â¦ eager. Far too much so for her liking. Ã¢â‚¬Å“You need only consent Ã¢â‚¬â€œ freely Ã¢â‚¬â€œ I would do the rest.Ã¢â‚¬Â Air. She fought to breathe in. Ã¢â‚¬Å“ConsentÃ¢â‚¬Â¦Ã¢â‚¬Â Swallowing, she forced the words out. Ã¢â‚¬Å“AgreeÃ¢â‚¬Â¦ to what?Ã¢â‚¬Â Silent, Sarevok leaned towards her. A multitude of sparks flared in her mindÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s eye, same as before - a touch, light and unsubstantial, brushed against her skin. This time, he did not draw back, and the touch lingered. AÃ¢â‚¬Â¦ connection formed. Unable to push him away, lacking even the strength to move her head, she allowed it. Endured it. A moment, and it became more than a mere touch. The connection deepened Ã¢â‚¬â€œ no more a physical sensation Ã¢â‚¬â€œ through flesh, bone and muscle, until it struck at the very heart of her. Raesa felt him Ã¢â‚¬â€œ him! Ã¢â‚¬â€œ inside, burrowing next to her soul. Ã¢â‚¬Å“Do you feel it?Ã¢â‚¬Â Sarevok breathed out, voice tight. Leave me be! With the last of her might, Raesa refused, severed the contact, pushing him back. She would suffer no claim on her soul. Never again. The hand withdrew. Ã¢â‚¬Å“Do you see? Do you see now what I need from you?Ã¢â‚¬Â he said, undisturbed, unsurprised. Ã¢â‚¬Å“And why I need your consent?Ã¢â‚¬Â RaesaÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s eyelids fluttered and closed. She had no strength left. Ã¢â‚¬Å“Listen to me!Ã¢â‚¬Â Sarevok pressed on. Ã¢â‚¬Å“The smallest fraction of your soul, freely given, with the taint within, would recreate my flesh, restore my mortality.Ã¢â‚¬Â And why would she want that? SheÃ¢â‚¬â„¢d never heard his voice so softÃ¢â‚¬Â¦ Such deception. Ã¢â‚¬Å“It does not have to end like this.Ã¢â‚¬Â A foolÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s promise carried in the whisper. When Raesa tried to answer, her cracked lips refused to form the words. Sarevok drew in closer, his ear next to her mouth. Ã¢â‚¬Å“No,Ã¢â‚¬Â she croaked out, in a barely audible whisper. Dizzy. The world around her contracted, folded in on itself; a hazy outline of shapes, dimmed colors and stifled sounds. If the word faded and died, would she? Sarevok leaned back. Ã¢â‚¬Å“No?Ã¢â‚¬Â An edge of anger sneaked back into this tone. Ã¢â‚¬Å“Then you will die, this plane will disappear, and we will both fall into the Abyss. Is that what you wish?" he asked. "An eternity there... an eternity with me?Ã¢â‚¬Â He laughed; a terrible, hollow sound. Ã¢â‚¬Å“And were it only me. Demons have dominion there, and many uses for the hapless souls in their keeping. All your power, all your strength Ã¢â‚¬â€œ none of it will matter there.Ã¢â‚¬Â Raesa forced one eye half open. Ã¢â‚¬Å“This ghostly form,Ã¢â‚¬Â Sarevok gestured to himself, Ã¢â‚¬Å“it can feel pain, when the masters of the realm choose to inflict it, and little else. Even physical shape can return a moment, if it is a demonÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s want; flesh and blood, sinew and bone. One such might Ã¢â‚¬â€œ will Ã¢â‚¬â€œ desire pain from youÃ¢â‚¬Â¦ or his pleasure.Ã¢â‚¬Â He said so to alarm her, she knew Ã¢â‚¬â€œ hoped Ã¢â‚¬â€œ but he needn't bother. The depths of the Abyss frightened her enough, without his tales and lies. Ã¢â‚¬Å“Give me what I desire, and I will help you. You need not die here, today.Ã¢â‚¬Â And if he decided to kill her, or just watched her wither away, once his flesh was restored? I, dead, and GorionÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s murderer returned to life Ã¢â‚¬â€œ by my hand. The thought pained her, too much so. SheÃ¢â‚¬â„¢d deny him. ButÃ¢â‚¬Â¦ I am afraidÃ¢â‚¬Â¦ Ã¢â‚¬Å“I will keep my word, Raesa. I swear it.Ã¢â‚¬Â Sarevok's word... How could she judge the worth of it? Her skin grew colder and colder; she stared ahead with eyes unseeing, all the world covered in mist. The roar of the Abyss thundered in her ears; loud, savage growls and muttered threats Ã¢â‚¬â€œ the demons waited, claws extending, reachingÃ¢â‚¬Â¦ The vision ended. Her cheeks were wet; Raesa tasted salt on her lips. Sweat, not tears. She nodded, once Ã¢â‚¬â€œ SarevokÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s sharp intake of breath echoed through the cavern - and squeezed her eyes shut. Gorion... father, forgive me. Again, a touch that transcended the physical grazed her skin, feather like and brief. Spectral hands cupped her face, barely making contact, flickering in and out of existence, never solid or whole. She fought not to recoil as she felt him enter, seekingÃ¢â‚¬Â¦ and let him in. Mind carefully blank, she would let him take what he needed and distance herself from it. A foolÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s hope. In the moment her essence merged with his, mercifully brief, Raesa felt all of him. Her shields went up, refusing him, refusing knowledge of him Ã¢â‚¬â€œ ohÃ¢â‚¬Â¦ Sarevok felt her as well, and did not pull back. A memory surfaced, unbidden. FatherÃ¢â‚¬Â¦ Take what you need and go, you blasted sack of kobold dung. A vibrant tendril of energy separated from her, escaped and flew to himÃ¢â‚¬Â¦ to a life-force that consumed it, hungry, ravenous. Raesa felt him withdraw, brighter, more there, than before. Sensation of the flesh, of body, returned with the parting, and it was her turn to draw in a startled breath. Skin touched skin, warm, livingÃ¢â‚¬Â¦ Her eyes flew open, and met his. Sarevok cupped her face, still. In the drawn out silence, one of his hands drifted down, traced her cheek, her neck, and stopped at her pulse point. The potions! Raesa could not speak. Ã¢â‚¬Å“I... live.Ã¢â‚¬Â Why did he sound so surprised? Ã¢â‚¬Å“Flesh and blood and bone!Ã¢â‚¬Â His voice rose. Ã¢â‚¬Å“I swore I would scratch and crawl my way back into the world and I have done it!Ã¢â‚¬Â The potions! Sarevok jumped to his feet, hands running over his arms, chest and face, frantic in their exploration. The material of his worn tunic rustled and bunched beneath the touch. She could smell him, now. Ã¢â‚¬Å“I am alive!Ã¢â‚¬Â he shouted. The potionsÃ¢â‚¬Â¦ A sound escaped her - weak, pleading. Sarevok looked down and regarded her for a long moment, before turning away... walking away. Footsteps echoed; heÃ¢â‚¬â„¢d left her. No! Come backÃ¢â‚¬Â¦ What a fool to trust him. Her eyes drifted closed. It had all been for nothing. Raesa's mind rebelled at the thought. Not like this! PleaseÃ¢â‚¬Â¦ Who were the words for? No god would listen, and no friend would hear the plea. The roar of the Abyss reached for her, and this time, she did not fight it. Let it come. Heavy footsteps approached. A feeling stirred in her chest, a tentative flutter of a birdÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s wing Ã¢â‚¬â€œ hope awoke. A finger brushed her lips, forcing them open... moistureÃ¢â‚¬Â¦ Raesa recognized the taste, and let her lips part further. The healing liquid poured down her throat. Life calledÃ¢â‚¬Â¦ and she answered. ~ Link to comment
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