Snippet from a story my friend is making me write (well, she asked me and I couldn't say no). A post-HotU tale of three orphans - Neutral half-orc barbarian Winna Bloodlust, Lawful Evil drow blackguard, Lenarway Ciryatar, and Chaotic Good human bard, Azaelia - grew up and trained together and went through the events of SoU and HotU together.
And the archdevil was dead, felled after being hamstrung, stabbed in the arm, and finally decapitated.
Valen had to marvel out how this mismatched family worked together. He had seen them fight in the Underdark and in Cania, but against this new enemy, they worked as a seamless team; Nathyrra, Deekin and he were hardly needed. But he fought with them regardless, for the sake of Azaelia. He knew Nathyrra only fought for her male, Lenarway, and Deekin because Winna was his 'Boss.'
The tiefling exhaled heavily as he shook off the last remnants of bloodlust. Then a force rammed into him, making him drop his flail and fall to the ground.
"WE WON, VALEY, WE WON!" Azaelia shrieked happily, squeezing him tightly.
"My love, I can't...breath." he managed, trying to loosen her grip.
"Oh...sorry," she smiled sheepishly and, much to his disappointment, released him. He noticed Wynna watching them with a sad smile, and he knew why; Azaelia and he were each other's True Love, but the gods had no one written in the stars for the half-orc. Past her he saw the drow blackguard, Lenarway, enthusiastically going two steps further then Azaelia did...as he normally did. He wondered briefly if Nathyrra was able to breath, but his thoughts were disrupted as the ever-excitable Azaelia hugged him again, more tenderly then before.
"I thought I lost myself that time," she murmured. "When I stabbed him...blood...there was blood everywhere...I...couldn't see straight. I thought I was losing myself again."
That was the little hitch.
Azaelia, for all her sweet kindess, was a child of the God of Murder; a Bhaalspawn
I look forward to exploring it more. >:3
