Just for DD to give her a little comfort (or a good laugh), some of my old crappy notes from the story I have given up; one of the darker scenes:
SCENE# 10.01: The City of the Dead
Darkness surrounded him, wrapping him inside a black velvet blanket of nothingness. Where was he? Who was he? It wasn’t important anymore. There was nothing but silence, velvety darkness and the utter lack of any sensual perception. After what could have been hours or years--as time had lost its meaning --several shapes started to take form, crystalline structures illuminated by a cold grayish light, partly veiled behind a curtain of gray mist. Lucid spiral staircases leading up and down glass bridges linking dark towers together, cubic buildings, all gray.
The man was standing in the middle of nowhere, there was no floor to be seen or felt. Dark shadows roamed the area, barely visible, almost unreal. And he was one of them, it suddenly struck him. The former weapon master eventually remembered that he had heard of this non-place. It was called the City of the Dead, which meant that he had died.
Two of the other shadows looked familiar, one of them elf-sized and obviously female, the second one small and winged. So Nathyrra and Deekin had fallen, too. Only the mysterious old knight was nowhere to be seen.
Even though he had his memory back now, there was nothing Valen could do but wait for Kelemvor to send him away, to the Wall of the Faithless or into the Abyss, where he would spend eternity. Where else a Demonic creature like him would belong? Which was even worse: he had failed. Not only had he let down the Seer, he had forsaken Aldatariel. Now he never would see the elf again. There was something he would have wished her to know, but now it was too late.
Forgive me, Seer, fogive me, Aldatariel for I have failed you and died when you needed me most…
The Blood Wars forever, fighting devils and torture which never would end, a fate he probably had earned well.
Nathyrra. Yes, that had been her name… and now she was dead. As were Valen and the kobold. She wasn’t surprised to see the lizard here, but that the tiefling weapon master had fallen, too, didn’t bode well for Aldatariel, the Seer and the drow rebels. The rivvil was strong as was that knight, but a darthiir and an old man alone stood no chance against the Valsharess and her Arch Devil. Where would she go now? Would Eilistraee claim her? Could the Goddess ever forgive her all her horrible crimes? Probably not. So the Abyss, then.
Forgive me, Eilistraee, I did not want to let them down, I tried my best, but I failed.
It felt funny to be in shadow form even though he was unable to write in this state. Who would write the story of Boss now that he was dead? Deekin didn’t want to go whereever kobolds spent their afterlife, he wanted to be with his Boss again. Boss needed little Deekin. Goat Man and Drow Lady were dead, too. Old Sir was nice but could not protect Boss alone. The little bard would not go to kobold Heaven, he stubbornly decided, they would have to take him by force.
Deekin goes back to Boss or nowhere!
The knight was happy beyond words. Now he understood. Everything had turned out exactly as it should be.
“So he is… and she…â€
The angelic woman nodded.
“I shall do whatever thou wishest, my angel, now and forevermore!â€
“Go back one more time when you hear the call. They will need your help… we will be reunited. Soon, my love.â€
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Forgive me my bad English and all the typos. As I said, this is old crap. I have tons of trashy notes, by the way. My offer still stands: if anyone is interested, I'll give them away (if anyone could use them for anything, that is
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Modifié par Aldatariel Calentaur, 13 mai 2011 - 01:38 .
