Borgus watched his wife cross the street with the signs of tears in her face still. He felt the urge to run and tell her that it was fine, he would not be involved in the fight for Bane. At the same time, memories from being hidden all day, just trying to escape from the first battle also came to his mind. He told himself once more "How could you do that?". No matter how many times he repeated to himself "just because of my wife and my son, my wife and my son", he still carried the feeling of being a traitor to his comrades from the militia.
Once again, Artimer called it was time to help repairing the library; Borgus had no wish of meeting other people.. He knew he still had to find Jefferson Gray and tell him the simple truth that he had abandoned his post in the first battle. Punishment was certain, specially in times of war.. It would be foolish to believe that everything would be forgotten just because they needed desperately arms carrying weapons these days..
He could not avoid thinking why had he joined the Militia. He, who once was so close to choose a different path... He remembered his meeting with Achae Eanstray and how he felt attracted by the druid's way of living. Now, with magical swords in his belt, a cursed shield in his left arm, he felt strange, completely lost. He was never a member of the warrior's world.. A few days of training in the graveyard or helping battling the great Demon in the South Woods does not turn a farmer and herbalist into a skilled warrior... All he wanted now was his wife in his arms, and pretend he could notice the baby's movements (that she always insisted could be felt with just two months of pregnancy..). And by the window, the vision of the sea ...
"It is too late, now... If if it is true that the Prince will return, I will have to keep my word this time.. That if I am still a militia's member..." , he sighs and heads for the Eastern Gate trying to find Jefferson Gray and explain where he was and what he was doing while the fires burned around Bane...
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Lila walked throught town with her head down, her arms hugged around her stomach. She wished he wasn't in that stupid Militia, wished she could be explaining to him that when she said 'bump' she didn't mean a kick, but the tiny fat little stomach that was noticiable on her small, bony frame already from months of eating little to nothing out of worry and insecurity. But he had that Gods be damned sense of honor. Being loyal to the Militia! What ever happened to being loyal to your wife and child? She walked over to the river behing the workshops, using all her effort not to notice the crumbling buildings behind her and taking out her flute, blowing on it and making a tuneless, half-hearted squeak of noise, sighing. What if she lost him? What would she have?
Borgus stepped out of the graveyard quite annoyed. One reason was obvious, as training was, as usual, quite boring. Perhaps if he had a friend to train here... Alone, he saw no fun in breaking bones... Another reason and much more scary was that he knew that his learning here had come to a crucial point: after fighting three strong skeletons and the mage he used to fear so much without suffering any harm, to improve his skills he would have to move farther, to places where his previous efforts with stronger warriors by his side always ended badly. How could he dream of succeding alone there between the red skeletons?
To make things worse, he was heading back to Bane. He could be sure that Lila had a whole set of new arguments and he didn't want to discuss it all over again. In the end, it all came to two things only: she wanted him away from the war because she knew he was not a warrior at all and would be certainly dead in the end and he knew that only a fool would run away, because the war would come to all in Gobaith anyway. Borgus had always been an ordinary man, but his logic was quite effective for these matters.. He never saw in his entire life a fat man that gave up eating, a rich man that didn't want any more gold and a conqueror that would cross an ocean to take just one town. He did not expect much of elves of dwarves to see that coming, but he always trusted the halflings to be smart... Seemed that only destructive races like humans and orcs could see that clearly. And even among them were those who believed they could stand aside untouched... Fools...
Crossing the bridge, leaving the southern lands behind, he sighs as he sees the walls of Bane and all what is still destroyed... How could anyone think that there would be peace one day in this land?
To make things worse, he was heading back to Bane. He could be sure that Lila had a whole set of new arguments and he didn't want to discuss it all over again. In the end, it all came to two things only: she wanted him away from the war because she knew he was not a warrior at all and would be certainly dead in the end and he knew that only a fool would run away, because the war would come to all in Gobaith anyway. Borgus had always been an ordinary man, but his logic was quite effective for these matters.. He never saw in his entire life a fat man that gave up eating, a rich man that didn't want any more gold and a conqueror that would cross an ocean to take just one town. He did not expect much of elves of dwarves to see that coming, but he always trusted the halflings to be smart... Seemed that only destructive races like humans and orcs could see that clearly. And even among them were those who believed they could stand aside untouched... Fools...
Crossing the bridge, leaving the southern lands behind, he sighs as he sees the walls of Bane and all what is still destroyed... How could anyone think that there would be peace one day in this land?
He had left her. For the first time since they were engaged, he had left her waiting with no warning... she stared ahead of herself, oblivious to the sparklies dancing around her. She let out a quiet sob, only because there was no one around to hear. She had driven him away with her protests of him staying with her and not going to war and her weepy complaints. Great. Wonderful... now she was alone and he was still going to war.
She buried her face in her hands, as a pang of pain coursed through her. "Oh... Gods..." She murmured, shuddering and letting out a painful moan. she looked down... blood leaking through the cloth in her pants. "No, no, no, no...." She wailed. Her baby... she was losing her baby. "No!" She screamed again, clutching at her stomach, sobbing as more and more blood soaked through the pants. She screamed.... and still no one heard. Her baby.... was gone.
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She buried her face in her hands, as a pang of pain coursed through her. "Oh... Gods..." She murmured, shuddering and letting out a painful moan. she looked down... blood leaking through the cloth in her pants. "No, no, no, no...." She wailed. Her baby... she was losing her baby. "No!" She screamed again, clutching at her stomach, sobbing as more and more blood soaked through the pants. She screamed.... and still no one heard. Her baby.... was gone.
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The sun had risen in the east long time ago, but Borgus still felt his body frozen. The cold from the winter night was still in his bones and he gathered some wood to make a fire.
He left Bane since he received the news from Lila about their loss. First, he felt guilty for putting her on such stress. Later, he could not avoid the thought that this could have happened even if all was well in the island.
What troubled him most now were the changes going on inside him. Since he arrived here, he never cared much about making fortune as a warrior... All he wanted was to farm, learn some crafts, find a nice woman and build a family. Now he felt this anger growing inside him, against all stupidity in this land. He wished fire could burn all and things could start again. What would his wife say about all this? This man was very different from the one who asked her to dance one day and loved to hear her playing flute, or at least, trying to...
Yet, he still remembered their plans, the dream of a house full of children between the desert and ocean... What would become of all that? Would they just become ash like the burned walls of Bane or could they be rebuilt?
He left Bane since he received the news from Lila about their loss. First, he felt guilty for putting her on such stress. Later, he could not avoid the thought that this could have happened even if all was well in the island.
What troubled him most now were the changes going on inside him. Since he arrived here, he never cared much about making fortune as a warrior... All he wanted was to farm, learn some crafts, find a nice woman and build a family. Now he felt this anger growing inside him, against all stupidity in this land. He wished fire could burn all and things could start again. What would his wife say about all this? This man was very different from the one who asked her to dance one day and loved to hear her playing flute, or at least, trying to...
Yet, he still remembered their plans, the dream of a house full of children between the desert and ocean... What would become of all that? Would they just become ash like the burned walls of Bane or could they be rebuilt?
She missed him. Even as Lila left her husband standing in Eliza's so he could go rest, her entire body ached for want of him. Not the Borgus he had been lately.... always missing, and quiet and angry while they were together. How she missed the man who would stay for ten 'one last kisses' before he left and the man that kissed both her hands and cheeks before kissing her mouth. She missed that first night together, her giggling softly as he narrowly avoided stepping on her feet, and the still unfufilled promise that she would dance only for him one night.
The tiny woman felt a hunger pang in the bottom of her stomach, and not for the first time in the last few months, ignored it. She fingered the ruby amulet around her neck, fairly feeling the warmth of Borgus' hands instead of cold stone. Was their life together ruined? Would it ever be the same in their house with all the children and flutes like Lila had only half-jokingly planned? She remembed him of the names of their children, that he had already picked out, long before actually having children was a concern. "Jack, Luke and Rose."She says to herself softly, smiling at the sound.
Lila cannot stay smiling for long, her Luke, her Rose is dead and her husband... that man who she had left was not the man she had married... and she wanted her husband back. More than anything in the world... she needed him back.
The tiny woman felt a hunger pang in the bottom of her stomach, and not for the first time in the last few months, ignored it. She fingered the ruby amulet around her neck, fairly feeling the warmth of Borgus' hands instead of cold stone. Was their life together ruined? Would it ever be the same in their house with all the children and flutes like Lila had only half-jokingly planned? She remembed him of the names of their children, that he had already picked out, long before actually having children was a concern. "Jack, Luke and Rose."She says to herself softly, smiling at the sound.
Lila cannot stay smiling for long, her Luke, her Rose is dead and her husband... that man who she had left was not the man she had married... and she wanted her husband back. More than anything in the world... she needed him back.
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Walking from Tol back to Greenbriar to find some of her tailoring supplies she left in storage, Achae takes her time stopping to pick some herbs, occasionally ambling away from her destination on finding an unusual one. She hoped to see Azuros soon wanting to ask him if he ever heard from some of the people they talked to about becoming a druid. Some seemed very interested, some not when they learned more of the codex.... yet those that wanted to think about it longer to be absolutely sure of their decision were more resolved in the end. Achae knew from her gradual memory recovery of the days before her arrival on Gobaith and trying to combine the visions of her life as an Ama'shoon with her new life as a druid that the decision can be harder on some then others. Those people seemed to be even more resolved if they came back to talk again and it was good that they remained friends if deciding their lives lead them elsewhere. Seeing another herb, Achae excitedly nods in satisfaction at the perfect shape of the plant yet still distracted with her thoughts, she mumbles "I wish I would get a dove sometimes.... just to find out how they are doing"
The evening was cold and quiet. Borgus had just relieved the previous guard, and moved in the same rhythm along the walls.. Ten steps forward, turn, then ten more steps back... His mind was clear now that he knew the enemy was coming.
For the first time in weeks, he was in peace. The anger remained inside him, but he knew it would all be over in a dwarven day, no matter who won the battle. He would go back to Lila and was sure he would bring back that lovely smile to her lips once again. His duty was over, he kept his word, and didn't owe Bane anything else.
As a scout entered the city, with his left arm bleeding, Borgus touched the bandages made by Drakon in his chest after their last 'training adventure'... Perhaps he would have to do the same to somebody else after the battle; now he wished he didn't miss the medico classes offered by the Free Druids. He was concious now he could not be a druid, but healers would be necessary after the battle.
Ten steps forward, turn, ten steps back.. Gods, it would be a long night...
For the first time in weeks, he was in peace. The anger remained inside him, but he knew it would all be over in a dwarven day, no matter who won the battle. He would go back to Lila and was sure he would bring back that lovely smile to her lips once again. His duty was over, he kept his word, and didn't owe Bane anything else.
As a scout entered the city, with his left arm bleeding, Borgus touched the bandages made by Drakon in his chest after their last 'training adventure'... Perhaps he would have to do the same to somebody else after the battle; now he wished he didn't miss the medico classes offered by the Free Druids. He was concious now he could not be a druid, but healers would be necessary after the battle.
Ten steps forward, turn, ten steps back.. Gods, it would be a long night...
God damn sisters. Lila's sisters had called her home once again, another one of them was having a baby. She wouldn't tell them, them with their small armies of brats about her loss, she refused to be indulged in their false sympathy and backhanded compliments. She didn't know why she always felt obligated to come to their side whenever they called her, like a puppy or a servant.
She missed him, her Borgus. Her sisters didn't know about him either, she wouldn't let her joy be corrupted by those bit- well. Lila gently touched her fingers to her ruby amulet. The last time she had talked to him, he wanted to try for another baby. She... wasn't as sure. She did want children eventually, but so soon? And... Borgus was right... she wasn't sure if her body could handle a pregnancy. She never ate, ignoring her hunger pangs until they grew too much to bear. She just had no desire to eat... she felt bloated and disgusting when she did... Borgus thought she was sick. In all honesty she was... sick of herself.
She missed him, her Borgus. Her sisters didn't know about him either, she wouldn't let her joy be corrupted by those bit- well. Lila gently touched her fingers to her ruby amulet. The last time she had talked to him, he wanted to try for another baby. She... wasn't as sure. She did want children eventually, but so soon? And... Borgus was right... she wasn't sure if her body could handle a pregnancy. She never ate, ignoring her hunger pangs until they grew too much to bear. She just had no desire to eat... she felt bloated and disgusting when she did... Borgus thought she was sick. In all honesty she was... sick of herself.
She was back... He still could not believe that.
Watching his wife sleeping peacefully, Borgus, as silently as possible, gathered all his equipment from the Militia. With Mas over, he would hand his soldier bag back to Jefferson. He thought about his excuses: "I was there, Jefferson. I kept my word and I was ready for the second battle... It is not my fault that the Prince decided to change his plans and not show up.. My wife is sick and I want to be close to her.." Yes, this last one was the best, specially now that he really thought she looked ill. No better excuse than the truth...
They would leave Bane, would leave all this madness behind... He still felt bad to leave his friends behind to fight, but Lila was more important to him than anything else. These weeks away from her made him realize what would be his life without her. "She fears the war... No matter if it will come later to all of us... I will stay away from it as much as possible... then, the end will come..."
His bag ready, he kisses her forehead gently and steps away from the room. He closes the door so she could rest the last few hours before the sun was up...
Watching his wife sleeping peacefully, Borgus, as silently as possible, gathered all his equipment from the Militia. With Mas over, he would hand his soldier bag back to Jefferson. He thought about his excuses: "I was there, Jefferson. I kept my word and I was ready for the second battle... It is not my fault that the Prince decided to change his plans and not show up.. My wife is sick and I want to be close to her.." Yes, this last one was the best, specially now that he really thought she looked ill. No better excuse than the truth...
They would leave Bane, would leave all this madness behind... He still felt bad to leave his friends behind to fight, but Lila was more important to him than anything else. These weeks away from her made him realize what would be his life without her. "She fears the war... No matter if it will come later to all of us... I will stay away from it as much as possible... then, the end will come..."
His bag ready, he kisses her forehead gently and steps away from the room. He closes the door so she could rest the last few hours before the sun was up...