Stephen lay next to the cross, his expression calm as he slept. His torso cut severely. Pendar and Arynne had done what they could for him, now he had to heal.
Wether because of the poison or for personal reasons Stephen was trapped in his own nightmare, constantly replying the events that had put him in this state.
"Stephen, you came!" Emily Nisluf said to Stephen as she hugged him and he held her.
They were on the small island that the demon, Nightmare, kept her.
Stephen forgot everything for a moment, he had found Emily, the girl who ment so much to him, he had sworn to protect her from those that haunted her once, he could not do it again.
"Back to your chains girl!" the hidious toadlike demon hissed.
Stephen let go of Emily, and stood up to his full height, between Emily and Nightmare. As the demon sniffed at Stephen, Emily pleaded to him, "You'll have to stop it."
Stephen understood, and with Salathe at his side he grabbed his double axe, the same that had been blessed by Priest Galim earlier in the day. Stephen had prayed to Malachin for strength and courage to do now what he knew he had to do.
"Stephen he became a monster." Emily said.
Stephen knew with double axe in hand he told Arynne Halfmoon, "Hold onto Emily."
Before he knew it the demon had swung his claws at him, knocking his head hard and snapping his full helm in half. Dazed it took him some time to regain his bearings, he remembered yelling "Salathe my helm broke."
Salathe threw him a spare helm. While Stephen fixed the helm onto his head, the demon had gone after Aokan, the man with the holy water. A strange man Stephen remembered. Aokan threw the water onto the demon, but it seemed to have no effect, the claws of the demon came down on Aokan breaking his body.
Salathe attacked the demon and Stephen quickly swung his enchanted double axe at the demon. Surely they could defeat the monster.
Barreling past Stephen and Salathe the demon brought it's claws down on Arynne.
Stephen yelled in anger and attacked again, then Emily was gone. Gone? But Stephen couldn't look for her now, the demon was bearing down on him, its claws tearing up his armour and his flesh.
It knocked Stephen back and went after Salathe hurting Salathe badly. Then it was just Stephen and the demon, all he could remember was seeing the mighty arm of Nightmare come down on him, then he saw his body collapse infront of Nightmare.
He awoke at the cross.
He had failed her again. He had held Emily and had failed her.
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Salathe laid down on the sidewalk and looked to stephen who was unconcious. "Damn..." He thought as he looked at stephens scars. "I wasnt done..."
"Stephen...." Salathe says, as stephen is holding the girl.
"Stephen!!! now!" Salathe tosses him some potions. Stephen picks them up and looks the the demon... "Now."
The two engage in battle, Salathe lunges at the demon with the first strike, Stephen quickly follows. The demon jumps back and Salathe looks to the other 2 on the island. The elfess stayed away from the battle, and the human snuck up behind the demon. Stephen and Salathe kept the demon occupised and the human threw the holy water on him, but it had no effect. Salathe and Stephen kept up the battle for some time. After the banished the girl back he grabbed Salathe and threw him against the tree and leaped on him. He left a large cut across Salathes chest. Salathe got up, he recognized the dmeons strategy. He jumped at him and stuck the demon, then stepped back waiting for the deon to come to Salathe, as he had done the entire time, but he turned and ran to Stephen. Salathe saw Stephen get struck down and Salathe ran to try and finish the demon, but it was too late the demon banished them all back to town and the girl was back in the demons realm..
"Stephen...." Salathe says, as stephen is holding the girl.
"Stephen!!! now!" Salathe tosses him some potions. Stephen picks them up and looks the the demon... "Now."
The two engage in battle, Salathe lunges at the demon with the first strike, Stephen quickly follows. The demon jumps back and Salathe looks to the other 2 on the island. The elfess stayed away from the battle, and the human snuck up behind the demon. Stephen and Salathe kept the demon occupised and the human threw the holy water on him, but it had no effect. Salathe and Stephen kept up the battle for some time. After the banished the girl back he grabbed Salathe and threw him against the tree and leaped on him. He left a large cut across Salathes chest. Salathe got up, he recognized the dmeons strategy. He jumped at him and stuck the demon, then stepped back waiting for the deon to come to Salathe, as he had done the entire time, but he turned and ran to Stephen. Salathe saw Stephen get struck down and Salathe ran to try and finish the demon, but it was too late the demon banished them all back to town and the girl was back in the demons realm..
Salathe lays against a tree, with twice as many wounds as before, they are poorly stitched. He smiles at Arynne and Pendar who tended to him after the fierce battle. He looks at a large cut that lays across his chest and up to his face. He looks up to the sun and closes his eyes, in his dreams he releaves the battle.
"Now.... Who will die first??" Nightmare smirks at the three volunteers.
"I will" Salathe stands and steps forward.
"What is your name lizard?" Nightmare inquires
"We have met.. I am Salathe, i fought you in your own realm"
"Ah! Yesss, the Lizard... The only one that had not fallen fatally to my claws... come into the arena"
Salathe walks slowly to the center of the arena and turns to face Nightmare. The creature turns and closes the gates to the arena
"Now, Salathe! What do you fear most?"
Salathe stands and thinks, he doesnt fear much, he thinks of something he hates the most.
"Drows.." Nightmares nods to the answer and steps back and bends over holding his stomache.
"Did i say drows?? I meant flies"
Nightmare begin to choke, he coughs up a pile of black liquid that forms into a drow. THe drow lunges at salathe with its wicked looking weapons. Salathe fights the drow, and Nightmare summons many more, too many to count. The people outside the arena yell at the demon
"Thats unfair!!!"
"This isnt one on one!! You liar!!!"
"Keep it up Salathe!!!"
Salathe fights the drows... all of them, there are atleast 5. The demon laughs as Salathe fights. After the 5 are slain he summons more. While engaged in battle with the drow, them demon lurks over the cage where emily is, he seems weak. He puts his hands on emily and he seems to grow stronger. Salathe kicks back the last drow and hurls his axe him. THe demon turns towards Salathe and steps out of the cage. The people call to emily
"Emily!!! No!!"
"This is unfair!!!"
"Dont kill her!!"
Salathe walks over the drow, eh steps on him and pulls his axe from his chest. Facing the demon, Nightmare summons two more demons, resembling himself. Salathe shocked steps back and drinks a small healing potion then lunges towards the demons. Nightmare falls growing weak from summoning the demons. Salathe is too distracted by the demons to see nightmare. The demons are large, and very powerful. Salathe focuses moreso on parrying than striking the demons. Someone in the crowd yells to Salathe
"Nightmare is weak Salathe finish him now! Before he drains more energy from emily!!"
Salathe hears this and knocks one demon back and thrusts his axe into the chest of the demon. THe demon tries to grab Salathe but salathe jumps onto his hand and grabs a horn and swing from it towards nightmare, causing the deomn to fall over. As Salathe lands the strikes nightmare. The other demons get back up and fight Salathe.
"Raaaarrrgghg!!!!!"
Nightmare yells and pushes Salathe and runs to the walls and knocks them over. Salath runs and jumps on his back stabbing him with his axe.
"AAARRRGHH!!!"
Nightmare swings around throwing salathe down.
"Dont stand there!!! Pendar!!! Help me!!"
The people rush into the arena and quickly slay teh two demons Salathe had fought so long. Pendar and Salathe now concentrate on nightmare. With all the demons, and Nightmare still attacking Salathe he fights. Nightmare grabs Salathe and tears his chest open. He throws Salathe to the ground, and Nightmare falls to his own knees
"I CANNOT BE DEFEATED!!!!!"
Bleeding heavily Salathe quickly gets upa nd with his last bit of energy thrusts his sword into Nightmares mouth and he perishes.
"RAAAARRRGHH!!!!"
Salathe looks around, he has a ringinng in his ears, he turns to see the other demons just being slain and he collapses to the ground. The doors open and everyone rushes to Emily and Salathe lays there. Pendar comes to Salathe, the rest to Emily.
"In ym books of heroes.. you do not die yet Salathe"
Salathe sees pendar but hears nothing. He coils in pain and vomits blood. He cant see what is happening with emily... after some time people come to Salathe, they talk to him, he only sees there mouth moves and no words...
"Now.... Who will die first??" Nightmare smirks at the three volunteers.
"I will" Salathe stands and steps forward.
"What is your name lizard?" Nightmare inquires
"We have met.. I am Salathe, i fought you in your own realm"
"Ah! Yesss, the Lizard... The only one that had not fallen fatally to my claws... come into the arena"
Salathe walks slowly to the center of the arena and turns to face Nightmare. The creature turns and closes the gates to the arena
"Now, Salathe! What do you fear most?"
Salathe stands and thinks, he doesnt fear much, he thinks of something he hates the most.
"Drows.." Nightmares nods to the answer and steps back and bends over holding his stomache.
"Did i say drows?? I meant flies"
Nightmare begin to choke, he coughs up a pile of black liquid that forms into a drow. THe drow lunges at salathe with its wicked looking weapons. Salathe fights the drow, and Nightmare summons many more, too many to count. The people outside the arena yell at the demon
"Thats unfair!!!"
"This isnt one on one!! You liar!!!"
"Keep it up Salathe!!!"
Salathe fights the drows... all of them, there are atleast 5. The demon laughs as Salathe fights. After the 5 are slain he summons more. While engaged in battle with the drow, them demon lurks over the cage where emily is, he seems weak. He puts his hands on emily and he seems to grow stronger. Salathe kicks back the last drow and hurls his axe him. THe demon turns towards Salathe and steps out of the cage. The people call to emily
"Emily!!! No!!"
"This is unfair!!!"
"Dont kill her!!"
Salathe walks over the drow, eh steps on him and pulls his axe from his chest. Facing the demon, Nightmare summons two more demons, resembling himself. Salathe shocked steps back and drinks a small healing potion then lunges towards the demons. Nightmare falls growing weak from summoning the demons. Salathe is too distracted by the demons to see nightmare. The demons are large, and very powerful. Salathe focuses moreso on parrying than striking the demons. Someone in the crowd yells to Salathe
"Nightmare is weak Salathe finish him now! Before he drains more energy from emily!!"
Salathe hears this and knocks one demon back and thrusts his axe into the chest of the demon. THe demon tries to grab Salathe but salathe jumps onto his hand and grabs a horn and swing from it towards nightmare, causing the deomn to fall over. As Salathe lands the strikes nightmare. The other demons get back up and fight Salathe.
"Raaaarrrgghg!!!!!"
Nightmare yells and pushes Salathe and runs to the walls and knocks them over. Salath runs and jumps on his back stabbing him with his axe.
"AAARRRGHH!!!"
Nightmare swings around throwing salathe down.
"Dont stand there!!! Pendar!!! Help me!!"
The people rush into the arena and quickly slay teh two demons Salathe had fought so long. Pendar and Salathe now concentrate on nightmare. With all the demons, and Nightmare still attacking Salathe he fights. Nightmare grabs Salathe and tears his chest open. He throws Salathe to the ground, and Nightmare falls to his own knees
"I CANNOT BE DEFEATED!!!!!"
Bleeding heavily Salathe quickly gets upa nd with his last bit of energy thrusts his sword into Nightmares mouth and he perishes.
"RAAAARRRGHH!!!!"
Salathe looks around, he has a ringinng in his ears, he turns to see the other demons just being slain and he collapses to the ground. The doors open and everyone rushes to Emily and Salathe lays there. Pendar comes to Salathe, the rest to Emily.
"In ym books of heroes.. you do not die yet Salathe"
Salathe sees pendar but hears nothing. He coils in pain and vomits blood. He cant see what is happening with emily... after some time people come to Salathe, they talk to him, he only sees there mouth moves and no words...
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Bed-ridden from the poison, Stephen laid in the Sea Horse all day and all night taking drinks of reddish liquid from a glass bottle. The liquid was bitter and it burned going down but he knew he had to take it if he wanted to get any better.
It was not long before Stephen heard all about Salathe's heroic actions of the day, "Surely worthy of a Knight now...". But it was bitter to hear for Stephen.
HE wanted to be the one to fell Nightmare. HE had wanted to save Emily, he did not trust anyone else with her, they all thought her wicked. HE had failed again.
But as he lay awake in the bed with cold sweat on his forehead he thought, where was Emily now? Surely all the people who showed sudden compassion for a hurt child they didn't know nor really care of would have let her go see the one person who had spent time to know her. Or was Emily mad at him, she had thought he had come to save her the few days ago, but he was not strong enough.
"That is it then" Stephen thought, "Emily is ashamed of me, perhaps even hates me for failing her. And I deserve it."
Stephen stared at the ceiling of the sea horse for a long time, til he fell into another Nightmarish sleep.
It was not long before Stephen heard all about Salathe's heroic actions of the day, "Surely worthy of a Knight now...". But it was bitter to hear for Stephen.
HE wanted to be the one to fell Nightmare. HE had wanted to save Emily, he did not trust anyone else with her, they all thought her wicked. HE had failed again.
But as he lay awake in the bed with cold sweat on his forehead he thought, where was Emily now? Surely all the people who showed sudden compassion for a hurt child they didn't know nor really care of would have let her go see the one person who had spent time to know her. Or was Emily mad at him, she had thought he had come to save her the few days ago, but he was not strong enough.
"That is it then" Stephen thought, "Emily is ashamed of me, perhaps even hates me for failing her. And I deserve it."
Stephen stared at the ceiling of the sea horse for a long time, til he fell into another Nightmarish sleep.
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Stephen tosses and turns in his bed, what sleep he gets is filled with grotesque images of Gabon Corad being torn limb by limb by dwarves as they chant, "Evil evil take our mine our mine!". And Stephen stands to the side helpless, like a child he cannot raise a hand to help is long time friend.
Stephen wakes with cold sweat on his forehead. He had felt for a fleeting moment that it was all just a dream, something his mind had thought up to scare him, but no, it was all true and Gabon could not be saved. It felt as if everything Stephen touched turned into a failure. Stephen had thought he could prevent the war, save Gabon and maybe help the island reach an age of peace, but he could not do it.
Alone in his room Stephen Rothman prayed for a miracle to save Gabon.
Stephen wakes with cold sweat on his forehead. He had felt for a fleeting moment that it was all just a dream, something his mind had thought up to scare him, but no, it was all true and Gabon could not be saved. It felt as if everything Stephen touched turned into a failure. Stephen had thought he could prevent the war, save Gabon and maybe help the island reach an age of peace, but he could not do it.
Alone in his room Stephen Rothman prayed for a miracle to save Gabon.
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Tho sleep is what Stephen needed, it would not come, he lay in the overly large bed alone and no sleep would come, only the thoughts of what had become of him. He had spoke with Culandria, it had been a mistake, she had only cemented his belief that he had been better to have stayed dead. Parts of their conversation just continued in his minds over and over again...
"Why did you leave without telling me ?" Culandria asked, her breath full of wine.
"Leave you ?" Stephen had asked not sure what the woman ment.
"When you went to fight Dravish you didn't tell me, why didn't you tell me ?" Culandria asked now getting angry again.
"I couldn't tell you Culandria, you would have stopped me, I had to try and save Dravish." Stephen replied his voice weak, almost afraid of where the conversation was going.
"I would have stopped you and you would have lived and none of this would have happened! But no, you had to go, and now I pay for it!" Culandria said clearly angry.
"I had to try and I know it was a mistake Culandria ... I know, if I had not lost that duel, I would still have you, I would have seen Skyler born and we would be a family. Don't you think I break apart everytime I think about this ? Don't you think that my greatest regret is fighting Dravish in that duel ?" Stephen said on the defensive, why was Culandria always worrying about herself, why couldn't she just understand ..
Stephen tossed trying to erase these painful recent memories, but they would not go.
"Stephen, I loved you, but Farel is a good father to Skyler, I am sorry but I cannot leave the one who taught me to love again." Culandria said, she said it so simply and yet these words were worse then any pain Nightmare the demon or Dravish the lich could have ever delivered to Stephen.
"It is not that Skyler won't know you are is Father, I will make sure that he knows who you are I promise, but I cannot leave Farel." Culandria finished.
"And what will that be like ? I have seen Skyler a handful of times, he won't know me. And what happens when he feels coming to meet me a chore and would rather be by the man who has spent so much time with him Farel ? It is selfish perhaps but I will not put myself through that. Culandria my chance, to be father to Skyler and your husband passed when Dravish struck me down. I no longer belong as such a key figure in your lives. I will be uncle Stephen, nothing more, what was for me was taken away." And with those words Stephen Rothman, honorable Knight of Kallahorn walked away, he was right he supposed, his chance was up.
People who died do not deserve so many perks such as having a family. On the bed Stephen Rothman let himself finally break down and cry, something he had been on the verge of for months but had fought against with his pride, but now with the love of his life lost to him and with his dream of raising a son with her also gone, he could not help himself.
"Why did you leave without telling me ?" Culandria asked, her breath full of wine.
"Leave you ?" Stephen had asked not sure what the woman ment.
"When you went to fight Dravish you didn't tell me, why didn't you tell me ?" Culandria asked now getting angry again.
"I couldn't tell you Culandria, you would have stopped me, I had to try and save Dravish." Stephen replied his voice weak, almost afraid of where the conversation was going.
"I would have stopped you and you would have lived and none of this would have happened! But no, you had to go, and now I pay for it!" Culandria said clearly angry.
"I had to try and I know it was a mistake Culandria ... I know, if I had not lost that duel, I would still have you, I would have seen Skyler born and we would be a family. Don't you think I break apart everytime I think about this ? Don't you think that my greatest regret is fighting Dravish in that duel ?" Stephen said on the defensive, why was Culandria always worrying about herself, why couldn't she just understand ..
Stephen tossed trying to erase these painful recent memories, but they would not go.
"Stephen, I loved you, but Farel is a good father to Skyler, I am sorry but I cannot leave the one who taught me to love again." Culandria said, she said it so simply and yet these words were worse then any pain Nightmare the demon or Dravish the lich could have ever delivered to Stephen.
"It is not that Skyler won't know you are is Father, I will make sure that he knows who you are I promise, but I cannot leave Farel." Culandria finished.
"And what will that be like ? I have seen Skyler a handful of times, he won't know me. And what happens when he feels coming to meet me a chore and would rather be by the man who has spent so much time with him Farel ? It is selfish perhaps but I will not put myself through that. Culandria my chance, to be father to Skyler and your husband passed when Dravish struck me down. I no longer belong as such a key figure in your lives. I will be uncle Stephen, nothing more, what was for me was taken away." And with those words Stephen Rothman, honorable Knight of Kallahorn walked away, he was right he supposed, his chance was up.
People who died do not deserve so many perks such as having a family. On the bed Stephen Rothman let himself finally break down and cry, something he had been on the verge of for months but had fought against with his pride, but now with the love of his life lost to him and with his dream of raising a son with her also gone, he could not help himself.
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"Stephen be a dear and come sit by me." Lucy had said the brilliantly sparkling bluestones hanging around her neck to form a necklace, twelve in all matched well her blue eyes as she looked to her soon to be husband.
"Ah well of course Lady Amberly." A much younger Stephen said as he sat down on the lawn of the Rothman estate over looking the many acres and many farm servants the family kept.
"Oh 'Lady Amberly' to think you still call me that, Stephen we are to be wed surely you can call me Lucy, as I call you Stephen ?" Lucy said as she casually drank a goblet of claret, her favorite drink tho she was only fourteen she was well accustomed to its fine taste and strong ingredients.
"I suppose I could call you by such a name, but we are not wed yet and Lady Amberly, ah well you should enjoy you still hold this name, soon it will be Lady Rothman." Stephen said his well fashioned hair and easy smile showed through as the perfect gentlemen his father was raising at great speed.
Stephen woke as sunlight hit his eyes, what an oddly calm dream that had been. It was not a dream but a jumble recollection of thoughts, why did he have it ?
Stephen tried to analyze it and he didn't particularly enjoy what he decided in the end, he looked to the softly snoring Bailey Rothman at his side, her blue nightgown did fit her well didn't it. Stephen shook himself awake and told himself that it did not matter what his father would have thought about his son marrying a commoner.
"Ah well of course Lady Amberly." A much younger Stephen said as he sat down on the lawn of the Rothman estate over looking the many acres and many farm servants the family kept.
"Oh 'Lady Amberly' to think you still call me that, Stephen we are to be wed surely you can call me Lucy, as I call you Stephen ?" Lucy said as she casually drank a goblet of claret, her favorite drink tho she was only fourteen she was well accustomed to its fine taste and strong ingredients.
"I suppose I could call you by such a name, but we are not wed yet and Lady Amberly, ah well you should enjoy you still hold this name, soon it will be Lady Rothman." Stephen said his well fashioned hair and easy smile showed through as the perfect gentlemen his father was raising at great speed.
Stephen woke as sunlight hit his eyes, what an oddly calm dream that had been. It was not a dream but a jumble recollection of thoughts, why did he have it ?
Stephen tried to analyze it and he didn't particularly enjoy what he decided in the end, he looked to the softly snoring Bailey Rothman at his side, her blue nightgown did fit her well didn't it. Stephen shook himself awake and told himself that it did not matter what his father would have thought about his son marrying a commoner.
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Stephen rolled out of his bed in the Sea Horse, the auction was later today, he would certainly have to start paying for this room. It had doubled in size since Bailey had ran away from him. He wasn't sure she ran, but certainly she left him with no letter, no tears. He just came home to a cleared out room and a neatly made bed.
The Governor of Trolls Bane had first thought, no no he had even hoped she had been kidnapped. If she had been stolen away from him at least then he would not have to admit what he knew must have been utterly true; she left him because he was not what she wanted anymore.
He was an empty shell of a man. Rumors of traitors, the men and women he had put into position turning on him. Perhaps a younger Stephen would fight to have stopped it all. But why, in the end he had tried to bring Trolls Bane something great, he still did and would, so much was being done already. Yet still rumors of stopping Stephen surrounded him and he did not have the fire in his heart any longer to take action.
The younger Stephen would have found a quick solution, something no one would see coming. The younger Stephen would have been active in his attempts at stopping this. But Stephen now thirty years old, Governor of Trolls Bane, the city was already showing signs of activity it had not seen since Pendar's rule, but the Governor had no reason to stand and fight.
Sighing, the lonely warrior walked the streets of Trolls Bane and saw nothing pure. What had become of Trolls Bane. What had become of him.
The Governor of Trolls Bane had first thought, no no he had even hoped she had been kidnapped. If she had been stolen away from him at least then he would not have to admit what he knew must have been utterly true; she left him because he was not what she wanted anymore.
He was an empty shell of a man. Rumors of traitors, the men and women he had put into position turning on him. Perhaps a younger Stephen would fight to have stopped it all. But why, in the end he had tried to bring Trolls Bane something great, he still did and would, so much was being done already. Yet still rumors of stopping Stephen surrounded him and he did not have the fire in his heart any longer to take action.
The younger Stephen would have found a quick solution, something no one would see coming. The younger Stephen would have been active in his attempts at stopping this. But Stephen now thirty years old, Governor of Trolls Bane, the city was already showing signs of activity it had not seen since Pendar's rule, but the Governor had no reason to stand and fight.
Sighing, the lonely warrior walked the streets of Trolls Bane and saw nothing pure. What had become of Trolls Bane. What had become of him.
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He had at last found something beautiful, something pure and right. Her name was Gwendolin Cad'ell tho Stephen would only call her Lady Cad'ell. She was a creature of beauty, wit and courage. Stephen did admire her, how she was unwilling to break her pact with the dragon only made her fight against seem more dire.
Stephen enjoyed her company and she was the sort of person the Island needed. Stephen simply would not allow the Dragon to claim her as it assumed it claimed the rest of the island. He had fought the beast before and could not make it fall, but now and with the Magical Broadsword he could cause the Dragon to break. Or even if he had too Stephen would lead the armies of Trolls Bane to face the Dragon, to save Gwendolin.
So Stephen had made up his mind. Gwendolin was too valuable for the future of the island to allow to be taken by a disgusting Dragon. Stephen would not fail this time.
Stephen enjoyed her company and she was the sort of person the Island needed. Stephen simply would not allow the Dragon to claim her as it assumed it claimed the rest of the island. He had fought the beast before and could not make it fall, but now and with the Magical Broadsword he could cause the Dragon to break. Or even if he had too Stephen would lead the armies of Trolls Bane to face the Dragon, to save Gwendolin.
So Stephen had made up his mind. Gwendolin was too valuable for the future of the island to allow to be taken by a disgusting Dragon. Stephen would not fail this time.
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"You know that good things will never last." Garet Jax said to a very youthful Stephen while they walked through horses through a thicket in the grassy lands of Stephen's home.
"You tell me a lot Mister Jax I know, but why ? Why do they never last ?" Stephen asked with his messy red hair covering some of his blue eyes.
"Because Stephen all races have the same flaw; we have freedom of thought. We can love one thing intensely for one moment, but the next, even if you truely do not wish it, we can love another thing even more.
The gods in all their divine wisdom gave us this freedom of thought, freedom to choose what we wanted. Since all of us have freedom to choose what we want, none of us are the same, none of us feel the same at the same time." The weapon's master replied.
"Well Mister Jax that is a very complicated thing you just told me .. But I still don't see how that explains why good things will never last." Stephen said with a broad smile thinking he had caught Garet.
"Since all of us have freedom of thought, we have the right to change ... no we are required to change. If we change, nothing can remain the same, and so never is something good forever. This is why countries fail and even couples fail, always for the same reason." Garet replied coolly.
"I guess that makes some sense.." Stephen said mulling it over, his horse snorted as if it knew the youth was stumped.
Stephen woke up relaxed and thought of his dream which was just a memory. Garet Jax, a man Stephen held up in highest regards. The man had taught Stephen how to fight and philosophy, that all were equal in the eyes of the gods.
Yet Stephen was a grown man now and could make up his own mind...
"No Garet, your wrong, good times can last if man can fight enough to keep them."
"You tell me a lot Mister Jax I know, but why ? Why do they never last ?" Stephen asked with his messy red hair covering some of his blue eyes.
"Because Stephen all races have the same flaw; we have freedom of thought. We can love one thing intensely for one moment, but the next, even if you truely do not wish it, we can love another thing even more.
The gods in all their divine wisdom gave us this freedom of thought, freedom to choose what we wanted. Since all of us have freedom to choose what we want, none of us are the same, none of us feel the same at the same time." The weapon's master replied.
"Well Mister Jax that is a very complicated thing you just told me .. But I still don't see how that explains why good things will never last." Stephen said with a broad smile thinking he had caught Garet.
"Since all of us have freedom of thought, we have the right to change ... no we are required to change. If we change, nothing can remain the same, and so never is something good forever. This is why countries fail and even couples fail, always for the same reason." Garet replied coolly.
"I guess that makes some sense.." Stephen said mulling it over, his horse snorted as if it knew the youth was stumped.
Stephen woke up relaxed and thought of his dream which was just a memory. Garet Jax, a man Stephen held up in highest regards. The man had taught Stephen how to fight and philosophy, that all were equal in the eyes of the gods.
Yet Stephen was a grown man now and could make up his own mind...
"No Garet, your wrong, good times can last if man can fight enough to keep them."
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Her eyes were so soulful yet both their souls, once pure and true, not blessed with black stains left from demons. His from being hurt to many times. Hers from never willing to say no.
Yet here he sat, a Knight of his mentor's banner, Kallahorn, with this beautifully cursed creature in his lap. Her doleful eyes looking up to his cool and unemotional eyes.
Hardly a Knight anymore he thought to himself. When was the last time he truely stood up for what he knew in his heart was right; when was the last time he cared to listen to the sorry words his heart had told him.
She was telling him what a casual lover she was yet he wanted to stay with her; he was not disgusted with her. He was growing more and more in adoration to her; because she was like him; she had lost what love was, what true love was.
Was she an angel to rescue him ? Was it a dream ?
Yet it was no dream, there was no Garet Jax to fall back on for advice. She continued to look into his eyes and repeated her question, "Why would I say no to Him?"
Here it was, would he continue to travel down the path and a fallen Knight of a forgotten banner or would he here; at the lake of Adron turn it all around. Would he change it all here.
he clasped her hand more firmly and whispered to her, "I love you Meriel."
And he kissed her, not a lusting forceful kiss, not a kiss that would lead to sex, but a kiss a Knight gives to his lady.
For better or worse Stephen would walk this road now with Meriel.
Yet here he sat, a Knight of his mentor's banner, Kallahorn, with this beautifully cursed creature in his lap. Her doleful eyes looking up to his cool and unemotional eyes.
Hardly a Knight anymore he thought to himself. When was the last time he truely stood up for what he knew in his heart was right; when was the last time he cared to listen to the sorry words his heart had told him.
She was telling him what a casual lover she was yet he wanted to stay with her; he was not disgusted with her. He was growing more and more in adoration to her; because she was like him; she had lost what love was, what true love was.
Was she an angel to rescue him ? Was it a dream ?
Yet it was no dream, there was no Garet Jax to fall back on for advice. She continued to look into his eyes and repeated her question, "Why would I say no to Him?"
Here it was, would he continue to travel down the path and a fallen Knight of a forgotten banner or would he here; at the lake of Adron turn it all around. Would he change it all here.
he clasped her hand more firmly and whispered to her, "I love you Meriel."
And he kissed her, not a lusting forceful kiss, not a kiss that would lead to sex, but a kiss a Knight gives to his lady.
For better or worse Stephen would walk this road now with Meriel.
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"A brother in arms is closer then a brother through blood Stephen. Through battle, through protecting one an another you will learn to grow and love your brother in arms. To be give everything you have to keep him safe, to step infront of a blade for him.
That is why these dwarves continue to fight regardless of how long it has been since they were last supplied with food. They care to much for each other to give up and let the man beside them be killed for their cowardice." Garet Jax said beside a young Stephen not older then 17 years old. His red hair was long, a blue bandana was wrapped around his forehead to keep the sweat and hair out of his eyes.
"It is reckless, Garet, that is all, they will get them all killed and us too because of their pride, they don't want to admit orcs are stronger then them." Stephen retorted, foolishly considering himself a friend to his lifelong tutor and very much so father figure.
The two warriors were apart of the frontlines in a major dwarven and orcian conflict along the Numidia Mountain ranges. A battle rang out, the orcs were attacking again the weakened posts of the dwarven forces. Quickly overrun and surrounded Garet grabed a thin sabre and a sharp dagger and moved like a cat through the smoke and and battle cutting scores of orcs. The young Stephen carried his own longsword and followed cutting down orcs along the way...
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Stephen walked the streets of Trolls Bane early in the morning, mist and the nights open sky had brought a chill to the town. Stephen brought his thick blue cape closer about himself as he thought.
"Berengar my friend what had gone awry with you..."
Stephen had changed much in the past weeks, the previous Stephen would likely have calculated how much he would gain or lose by spending his hours trying to find out what was wrong with Berengar and how much more time would be spent aiding him. But his chance encounter with Meriel had changed him for the better, now good humored and feeling much younger and looking it equally Stephen was hopeful and idealistic once more.
Something was aiding his brother in arms and he would not let the man fall apart or worse yet hurt himself. Stephen smiled as he remember Garet's words. How foolish Stephen had been to try to argue with Garet, it took his tutor's death to teach Stephen that last lesson.
That is why these dwarves continue to fight regardless of how long it has been since they were last supplied with food. They care to much for each other to give up and let the man beside them be killed for their cowardice." Garet Jax said beside a young Stephen not older then 17 years old. His red hair was long, a blue bandana was wrapped around his forehead to keep the sweat and hair out of his eyes.
"It is reckless, Garet, that is all, they will get them all killed and us too because of their pride, they don't want to admit orcs are stronger then them." Stephen retorted, foolishly considering himself a friend to his lifelong tutor and very much so father figure.
The two warriors were apart of the frontlines in a major dwarven and orcian conflict along the Numidia Mountain ranges. A battle rang out, the orcs were attacking again the weakened posts of the dwarven forces. Quickly overrun and surrounded Garet grabed a thin sabre and a sharp dagger and moved like a cat through the smoke and and battle cutting scores of orcs. The young Stephen carried his own longsword and followed cutting down orcs along the way...
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Stephen walked the streets of Trolls Bane early in the morning, mist and the nights open sky had brought a chill to the town. Stephen brought his thick blue cape closer about himself as he thought.
"Berengar my friend what had gone awry with you..."
Stephen had changed much in the past weeks, the previous Stephen would likely have calculated how much he would gain or lose by spending his hours trying to find out what was wrong with Berengar and how much more time would be spent aiding him. But his chance encounter with Meriel had changed him for the better, now good humored and feeling much younger and looking it equally Stephen was hopeful and idealistic once more.
Something was aiding his brother in arms and he would not let the man fall apart or worse yet hurt himself. Stephen smiled as he remember Garet's words. How foolish Stephen had been to try to argue with Garet, it took his tutor's death to teach Stephen that last lesson.
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A teenage Stephen and a stoic Garet Jax sit across from each other, a small campfire burns between them as they rest for the night in the hilly lands of Salkameria. It was the first week since Stephen ran away from home, with wishes and a hefty coin pouch from his mother and Garet Jax, his ever elusive and always enigmic tutor as his guardian. The fact that he would probably never see any of his friends again had no sunk in to Stephen just yet, all he could think about was how stupid his own Father was for trying to force him to marry a girl he hated and how amazing Garet was for saving him.
Stephen leaned back a bit so he could lay his back against a rather large rock, his innocent and quick blue eyes look to Garet who's light blue eyes met his own, the man smiled slightly to Stephen, "Something on your mind little one?"
Stephen nodded and spoke with an air of ease, as one child might speak to another after both of them had just done a misdeed and gotten away with it, "Yes yes.. Garet, how do you know when it is true love?"
The other breathed in a little, Stephen did not know but Garet had left his own true love to make sure Stephen would be okay and safe from home when he spoke it was with a distant voice and he no longer looked at Stephen, "You will know your in love Stephen, when you will do anything for that person. Even if it means you cannot be with them any longer. You will do whatever it takes and give whatever you have to make sure that person is happy. When you can do all that freely, Stephen, that is love."
Meriel clinged onto Stephen by the cross, she was crying and Stephen knew why. Try as Meriel might, people would not let her move on with her life, they would not let her escape her past. They saw a harlot holding the hand of Trolls Bane's Governor, not a lady, not his lady. She could not fight the urge any longer and she succumb, she shed tears as she had never done before for many years.
Meriel was going to leave him because she did not think they could make it. How could he let her go? He felt so strongly for the elven maiden, she gave him strength and made him want to be a better man. And she would leave him now because she wanted him as Governor to be better off.
"Meriel I will resign." Stephen whispered softly to her.
The words had come naturally and without question. He was prepared to give up all his power and rank for her, to keep her in his life. In that moment Stephen knew that he had found true love.
Stephen leaned back a bit so he could lay his back against a rather large rock, his innocent and quick blue eyes look to Garet who's light blue eyes met his own, the man smiled slightly to Stephen, "Something on your mind little one?"
Stephen nodded and spoke with an air of ease, as one child might speak to another after both of them had just done a misdeed and gotten away with it, "Yes yes.. Garet, how do you know when it is true love?"
The other breathed in a little, Stephen did not know but Garet had left his own true love to make sure Stephen would be okay and safe from home when he spoke it was with a distant voice and he no longer looked at Stephen, "You will know your in love Stephen, when you will do anything for that person. Even if it means you cannot be with them any longer. You will do whatever it takes and give whatever you have to make sure that person is happy. When you can do all that freely, Stephen, that is love."
Meriel clinged onto Stephen by the cross, she was crying and Stephen knew why. Try as Meriel might, people would not let her move on with her life, they would not let her escape her past. They saw a harlot holding the hand of Trolls Bane's Governor, not a lady, not his lady. She could not fight the urge any longer and she succumb, she shed tears as she had never done before for many years.
Meriel was going to leave him because she did not think they could make it. How could he let her go? He felt so strongly for the elven maiden, she gave him strength and made him want to be a better man. And she would leave him now because she wanted him as Governor to be better off.
"Meriel I will resign." Stephen whispered softly to her.
The words had come naturally and without question. He was prepared to give up all his power and rank for her, to keep her in his life. In that moment Stephen knew that he had found true love.
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Garet Jax, little was known about the man, not a towering man, not a terribly muscular man. He was by all standards average build, almost six foot tall but not quite there. Yet the way he carried himself would make you think he was the most impressive man ever known, because he was, feared by any warrior who lived in Salkameria, and he was my combat teacher.
Where he was born and when was not known and he did not tell. I had tried but he would tell me that a man had a right to keep his past a secret and nothing more. My father would have never taken such an answer from anyone but Garet, Garet who could best a room full of knights easily. The man had such speed, and such quick reactions, he was simply unbeatable.
He was my father I suppose, I resembled him a bit more then my actual father and certainly my mother showed great concern and love for him when she thought I was not spying. I must have been such a burden to you, to force you to leave the woman you loved because you wanted what was best for me. And I never thanked you.
Garet Jax, my combat teacher, you taught me so much yet was I a good student. Here I sit now at the foot of my bed in the Sea Horse, my lover sleeps in a great pain, her body scorched from burns, her head bald from a drow blade, her face brused and beaten. Did I learn enough from you to face this Drow?
Please Garet, help me prepare my soul for this battle tomorrow. Help your student once last time.
Where he was born and when was not known and he did not tell. I had tried but he would tell me that a man had a right to keep his past a secret and nothing more. My father would have never taken such an answer from anyone but Garet, Garet who could best a room full of knights easily. The man had such speed, and such quick reactions, he was simply unbeatable.
He was my father I suppose, I resembled him a bit more then my actual father and certainly my mother showed great concern and love for him when she thought I was not spying. I must have been such a burden to you, to force you to leave the woman you loved because you wanted what was best for me. And I never thanked you.
Garet Jax, my combat teacher, you taught me so much yet was I a good student. Here I sit now at the foot of my bed in the Sea Horse, my lover sleeps in a great pain, her body scorched from burns, her head bald from a drow blade, her face brused and beaten. Did I learn enough from you to face this Drow?
Please Garet, help me prepare my soul for this battle tomorrow. Help your student once last time.
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Stephen rolled out of bed, the prison bed, it was the second week he had spent sleeping there. His relationship with Meriel had fallen apart, everything seemed to have broken apart. His civil unrest was growing even tho trouble in town had fallen to nearly nothing, the town guard had never been larger and more active and the Knighthood was also getting strong once more, it seemed nothing he did would turn out good any longer. Everything had broken apart.
The sword he had carried and battle evil with for so long had broken just a few days prior, Kallahorn was broken. Stephen was not sure wether to remake it or to just let it go. He took what was left of the sword in it's finely tailored scabbard with him as he left the prison, deciding to give it a proper burial at Lake Adron.
He walked by Sorgan's workhouse and gave him the usual good morning greeting, the owner simply nodded, he had become a lot more distant ever since the tough talks with Silverbrand. Oh well, cannot change that anymore, Stephen thought to himself as he reached the shores of Lake Adron. He grabbed the scabbard and was just about to toss the thing into the water when out of the corner of his eye a dwarf appeared from behind a rock.
"Ar! Ahoy there!" shouted the dwarf, he was a very powerfully built dwarf with noble features standing at nearly 5 feet tall. He was wearing a brown blacksmith apron over his black trousers and bared chest. He had several beautiful diamond rings on his fingers, a few gold teeth, and a paid of golden ear rings.
"Mmh, hello stranger.." Stephen replied, for some reason he refrained from throwing the scabbard, instead he had an odd sense of telling the dwarf all about his sword and how he was not sure if he should reforge it; he even went farther, he told the dwarf he didn't feel he was the proper person to wield it. He didn't understand why, but he felt as if it was just right to tell this kind dwarf everything about it.
"Ar... Well I'll tell ye what mate. I 'ave 'eard a bit o bout ya. Yer tha lad tha was spoken ta by tha ol Malachin Priest Mark aye? Yah I remember 'im ... Good lad, and I remember what he told you. He said you were gunna lead Malachin's forces against a great ol evil din't he? Well.. I just happen to have a bit o something tha will 'elp you against that great evil.
I have a shard of Malachin's own sword. Yep and guess wha lad, if ya are not tha one supposed ta lead forces against that great evil yer sword won't do ya any good. So hand it over ta me and let me mend it and give it a bit o good power." The dwarf said with a smile extending his hand and Stephen couldn't even stop himself from handing the blade over to the dwarf he didn't even think of asking for a name.
And there Stephen stood, he unsheathed the newly forged blade of Kallahorn. He had declared war on the temple. He had fought all day and hunted for the temple entrance and yet here he found Retlak at the southern gate. Wether the sword now had the strength of Malachin in it or not didn't matter, all that matter was he had to use his only weapon at hand against Retlak.
And behold! The sword broke through Retlak's defense, hacking easily away at the Warlord Skeleton, Stephen was able to parry and strike, the steel was perfectly smithed. Steel struck on bone and something happened, Stephen felt energy from his body taken away from him and sent through his sword, erupting from the tip of his blade in violent wind swirling around Retlak, taking the skeleton far far away.
In that moment Stephen at least understood. Mark had been right. Stephen was destined to wield Malachin's blade and pound the war drums against the great evil of Bjolmur.
The sword he had carried and battle evil with for so long had broken just a few days prior, Kallahorn was broken. Stephen was not sure wether to remake it or to just let it go. He took what was left of the sword in it's finely tailored scabbard with him as he left the prison, deciding to give it a proper burial at Lake Adron.
He walked by Sorgan's workhouse and gave him the usual good morning greeting, the owner simply nodded, he had become a lot more distant ever since the tough talks with Silverbrand. Oh well, cannot change that anymore, Stephen thought to himself as he reached the shores of Lake Adron. He grabbed the scabbard and was just about to toss the thing into the water when out of the corner of his eye a dwarf appeared from behind a rock.
"Ar! Ahoy there!" shouted the dwarf, he was a very powerfully built dwarf with noble features standing at nearly 5 feet tall. He was wearing a brown blacksmith apron over his black trousers and bared chest. He had several beautiful diamond rings on his fingers, a few gold teeth, and a paid of golden ear rings.
"Mmh, hello stranger.." Stephen replied, for some reason he refrained from throwing the scabbard, instead he had an odd sense of telling the dwarf all about his sword and how he was not sure if he should reforge it; he even went farther, he told the dwarf he didn't feel he was the proper person to wield it. He didn't understand why, but he felt as if it was just right to tell this kind dwarf everything about it.
"Ar... Well I'll tell ye what mate. I 'ave 'eard a bit o bout ya. Yer tha lad tha was spoken ta by tha ol Malachin Priest Mark aye? Yah I remember 'im ... Good lad, and I remember what he told you. He said you were gunna lead Malachin's forces against a great ol evil din't he? Well.. I just happen to have a bit o something tha will 'elp you against that great evil.
I have a shard of Malachin's own sword. Yep and guess wha lad, if ya are not tha one supposed ta lead forces against that great evil yer sword won't do ya any good. So hand it over ta me and let me mend it and give it a bit o good power." The dwarf said with a smile extending his hand and Stephen couldn't even stop himself from handing the blade over to the dwarf he didn't even think of asking for a name.
And there Stephen stood, he unsheathed the newly forged blade of Kallahorn. He had declared war on the temple. He had fought all day and hunted for the temple entrance and yet here he found Retlak at the southern gate. Wether the sword now had the strength of Malachin in it or not didn't matter, all that matter was he had to use his only weapon at hand against Retlak.
And behold! The sword broke through Retlak's defense, hacking easily away at the Warlord Skeleton, Stephen was able to parry and strike, the steel was perfectly smithed. Steel struck on bone and something happened, Stephen felt energy from his body taken away from him and sent through his sword, erupting from the tip of his blade in violent wind swirling around Retlak, taking the skeleton far far away.
In that moment Stephen at least understood. Mark had been right. Stephen was destined to wield Malachin's blade and pound the war drums against the great evil of Bjolmur.
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"Roll with the hits Stephen." Garet Jax said to a teenaged Stephen as the two trained at the dwarven outpost a few miles behind the front lines of the mountain orc and dwarven war the two had joined in.
Stephen wiped some beads of sweat from his brow, adjusted his sweat drenched bandana and regripped his two handed sword leaping at Garet. He was determined, he was not going to change, Garet as going to change, Stephen would not be the one to forced into the defense. He swung his deadly blade with freshly honed talent, yet as always Garet was better. An enigmatic figure at all times, Garet smoothly dodged each swing parrying only to get Stephen's attention and to tell him with a very relaxed tone some advice.
"Stephen you cannot force others to change and never adapt yourself, you will win sometimes, but you will not win everytime. Adapt now." Garet Jax said as he pressed further onto Stephen backing him up against a large boulder til Stephen yielded.
Stephen made his way through the town of Trolls Bane, the town was safe once more. The Temple of Bjolmur not decimated the way Stephen had intended on doing, but certainly bleeding badly and not going to recover from the recent blows Stephen had caused upon them. And Stephen took pride in that.
He had done as he was taught, he had fought the war in the only way he could, not on direct battlefields but by convincing those sworn to Nalzaxx to turn on him and to use weapons Nalzaxx had never considered threats. It had worked perfectly, and it did not require Silverbrand or any great mage. Certainly Silas was a great asset and Stephen would see him fully realized as a talent far better then Samantha, but at the same time, Stephen had managed to do the main fighting without them.
So now Stephen had another great enemy. It looked to be a direct war this time, something involving tactics and real battles. He was pleased Nalzaxx was foolish enough to toughen the military of Trolls Bane by sending in his minions of mindless undead and skeletons, this gave the raw town guard and untested knighthood the experience it needed. It would aid greatly if they indeed were facing an army that had conquered other lands.
Stephen was confident as he gazed over the lands of Trolls Bane, the lands he had defended and owned. He would not see his lands fall into enemies hands, nor his people become his enemies' slaves.
Stephen wiped some beads of sweat from his brow, adjusted his sweat drenched bandana and regripped his two handed sword leaping at Garet. He was determined, he was not going to change, Garet as going to change, Stephen would not be the one to forced into the defense. He swung his deadly blade with freshly honed talent, yet as always Garet was better. An enigmatic figure at all times, Garet smoothly dodged each swing parrying only to get Stephen's attention and to tell him with a very relaxed tone some advice.
"Stephen you cannot force others to change and never adapt yourself, you will win sometimes, but you will not win everytime. Adapt now." Garet Jax said as he pressed further onto Stephen backing him up against a large boulder til Stephen yielded.
Stephen made his way through the town of Trolls Bane, the town was safe once more. The Temple of Bjolmur not decimated the way Stephen had intended on doing, but certainly bleeding badly and not going to recover from the recent blows Stephen had caused upon them. And Stephen took pride in that.
He had done as he was taught, he had fought the war in the only way he could, not on direct battlefields but by convincing those sworn to Nalzaxx to turn on him and to use weapons Nalzaxx had never considered threats. It had worked perfectly, and it did not require Silverbrand or any great mage. Certainly Silas was a great asset and Stephen would see him fully realized as a talent far better then Samantha, but at the same time, Stephen had managed to do the main fighting without them.
So now Stephen had another great enemy. It looked to be a direct war this time, something involving tactics and real battles. He was pleased Nalzaxx was foolish enough to toughen the military of Trolls Bane by sending in his minions of mindless undead and skeletons, this gave the raw town guard and untested knighthood the experience it needed. It would aid greatly if they indeed were facing an army that had conquered other lands.
Stephen was confident as he gazed over the lands of Trolls Bane, the lands he had defended and owned. He would not see his lands fall into enemies hands, nor his people become his enemies' slaves.
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Behind every strong man there was a good woman, and that could not have been truer then Allura to Stephen. She was everything he would ever have wanted, beauty, wit, humor and love. She gave him everything and the same from him to her.
Yet like the wind she was leaving his sails, beckoned by one who left her without a word of where he was going nor sent her any sign of still caring on his part. Yet like a loyal dog she still went running to him when he showed interest in her after months of neglect. Stephen's blood boiled at the thought of Maliss touching Allura again because he knew Maliss would use her and leave her again, and yet Stephen held his tongue while Allura told him she was leaving him for her true love. It took all the strength he had to tell her that he still loved her and that he did not hold anything against her.
He swallowed deeply after she left him alone, knowing infact they would never meet again. He knew she would be with Maliss and also he knew he would never be able to find her. And yet they had kept up the false hope that with a certainty they would meet again. How foolish he was too love anymore.
Stephen Rothman was a grown man, he would not cry over a lost love and he would not beg her to stay with him. But gods, this night and every night afterwards would he regret not having done so.
Yet like the wind she was leaving his sails, beckoned by one who left her without a word of where he was going nor sent her any sign of still caring on his part. Yet like a loyal dog she still went running to him when he showed interest in her after months of neglect. Stephen's blood boiled at the thought of Maliss touching Allura again because he knew Maliss would use her and leave her again, and yet Stephen held his tongue while Allura told him she was leaving him for her true love. It took all the strength he had to tell her that he still loved her and that he did not hold anything against her.
He swallowed deeply after she left him alone, knowing infact they would never meet again. He knew she would be with Maliss and also he knew he would never be able to find her. And yet they had kept up the false hope that with a certainty they would meet again. How foolish he was too love anymore.
Stephen Rothman was a grown man, he would not cry over a lost love and he would not beg her to stay with him. But gods, this night and every night afterwards would he regret not having done so.
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Strong gales of wind blew into the clearing inwhich the home of Kallahorn was established in. Stephen Rothman walked against the wind with no particular destination in mind; to walk against the wind if only for a moment to feel that he was walking with someone. It had taken only a few days after Avery left him for him to realize how alone he truely had become.
His adopted daughter, once an angel in his eyes, who had been attacked in her sleep and he had dug her grave with shaking hands and tears streaming down his cheeks and then seemingly brought back by the grace of the gods had turned her life to sin, insulting the god's flawless design of man and woman with her body. His own son had become a creature of the night, something Stephen hardly knew anymore and could rarely bring himself to think about. And the woman he had felt happy and content with had left him for another man, she had been the only woman in all his life to leave him for another, for one physically flawed and lacking any sense of generosity, yet had beaten Stephen.
And it was with a bitter moment of realization that Stephen recognized that he had no one he could tell his grief too. He was alone on this island of cursed souls and easy women. Surely many would lay down their lives to see him safe, even see him as their King, but there was none who knew him on a personal level. He could not lean on anyone else for support, none he could trust enough to be able to help him heal. None knew the regret he kept in his heart, none knew the fear that gnawed at his soul, that felt like he was drowning whenever he was alone at night.
How often he had scoffed at such nonsense that was to be so melodramatic about loving someone. Yet alone in the dark when none could hear Stephen would sit with the campfire in his eyes and all he could do was think of how much he longed for his wife to return to him, or for Pendar to hand him a mug of beer and play him a song, or for Caitlin to lean on him one last time and tell him how much what he was feeling was only temporary. But they were all gone, Caitlin was dead, Pendar turned into a wreck of a man and left the island when he had the chance and Bailey had left him, with no word or warning, yet he knew he had pushed her away. And all he wanted was to lay with her one more time, to have any sort of companion to lean on and not be the one who always keep his composure and cool no matter what happens in his private life.
His adopted daughter, once an angel in his eyes, who had been attacked in her sleep and he had dug her grave with shaking hands and tears streaming down his cheeks and then seemingly brought back by the grace of the gods had turned her life to sin, insulting the god's flawless design of man and woman with her body. His own son had become a creature of the night, something Stephen hardly knew anymore and could rarely bring himself to think about. And the woman he had felt happy and content with had left him for another man, she had been the only woman in all his life to leave him for another, for one physically flawed and lacking any sense of generosity, yet had beaten Stephen.
And it was with a bitter moment of realization that Stephen recognized that he had no one he could tell his grief too. He was alone on this island of cursed souls and easy women. Surely many would lay down their lives to see him safe, even see him as their King, but there was none who knew him on a personal level. He could not lean on anyone else for support, none he could trust enough to be able to help him heal. None knew the regret he kept in his heart, none knew the fear that gnawed at his soul, that felt like he was drowning whenever he was alone at night.
How often he had scoffed at such nonsense that was to be so melodramatic about loving someone. Yet alone in the dark when none could hear Stephen would sit with the campfire in his eyes and all he could do was think of how much he longed for his wife to return to him, or for Pendar to hand him a mug of beer and play him a song, or for Caitlin to lean on him one last time and tell him how much what he was feeling was only temporary. But they were all gone, Caitlin was dead, Pendar turned into a wreck of a man and left the island when he had the chance and Bailey had left him, with no word or warning, yet he knew he had pushed her away. And all he wanted was to lay with her one more time, to have any sort of companion to lean on and not be the one who always keep his composure and cool no matter what happens in his private life.