Post by Q'tar on Oct 17, 2016 5:27:57 GMT -5
The Lounge closed, Cynderfall quiet.....
The Kur'asi moves through the woods quietly, only stopping when he arrives at the large tree that he rescued so many months ago. He then drops to his knees and quiets his
mind in meditation, creating tiny crackles of lightning to swirl around him, forming a slightly bluish hue.
I thought I had a purpose when I came here to this settlement, Q'tar thought to himself, but have I really done anything? Yes, I opened a tavern. Yes, I helped found a settlement. And yes I
swore to protect it. But have I, really?
The woods are in a constant state of turmoil. We stop one entity just so another can emerge to terrorize. Before it was killer plants. Now it is undead beings. And one elusive puppet
master who wants us to forgive him. Something I cannot do.
His thoughts then turn to the Adventurers Guild. The lightning hue surrounding him gets slightly brighter in anger. Then there are these brigands that make life more difficult. No
diplomacy. No guidance. No mercy. Everyone that I have tried to confide in to assist the town has either been attacked, shunned, or possibly killed by them. A priest that kills indiscriminately. And
a so called paladin with a stone heart. A bunch of mercenaries masquerading as adventurers.
The losses are too great.
A single tear rolls down Q'tar's cheek at the thought of Squire Seth.
And at great cost. I should have listened. I should have destroyed that damn tome when I had the opportunity. But I wanted knowledge. I yearned for some answers to finding the Nexus and stop all of this. But a portal opened, and our Squire is dead. At my hands. Because of my selfish needs. I am no better than the Brigand Paladin.
Another tear rolls down his face. The lightning hue grown pale in contrast.
What do I do? How do I go back there and face them, knowing that I failed? Knowing that my selfish needs got him killed? How do I face them, knowing that I left his side at the one time he needed
us? Does that make me a murderer? Did I become the very thing that I swore I would never be? A coward? A brigand?
The Kur'asi looked up at the tree he rescued. "How do I face the Memory Flame when I have nothing to contribute? How do I further a legacy that does not exist?"
He waited in silence for answers that would never come.
The Kur'asi moves through the woods quietly, only stopping when he arrives at the large tree that he rescued so many months ago. He then drops to his knees and quiets his
mind in meditation, creating tiny crackles of lightning to swirl around him, forming a slightly bluish hue.
I thought I had a purpose when I came here to this settlement, Q'tar thought to himself, but have I really done anything? Yes, I opened a tavern. Yes, I helped found a settlement. And yes I
swore to protect it. But have I, really?
The woods are in a constant state of turmoil. We stop one entity just so another can emerge to terrorize. Before it was killer plants. Now it is undead beings. And one elusive puppet
master who wants us to forgive him. Something I cannot do.
His thoughts then turn to the Adventurers Guild. The lightning hue surrounding him gets slightly brighter in anger. Then there are these brigands that make life more difficult. No
diplomacy. No guidance. No mercy. Everyone that I have tried to confide in to assist the town has either been attacked, shunned, or possibly killed by them. A priest that kills indiscriminately. And
a so called paladin with a stone heart. A bunch of mercenaries masquerading as adventurers.
The losses are too great.
A single tear rolls down Q'tar's cheek at the thought of Squire Seth.
And at great cost. I should have listened. I should have destroyed that damn tome when I had the opportunity. But I wanted knowledge. I yearned for some answers to finding the Nexus and stop all of this. But a portal opened, and our Squire is dead. At my hands. Because of my selfish needs. I am no better than the Brigand Paladin.
Another tear rolls down his face. The lightning hue grown pale in contrast.
What do I do? How do I go back there and face them, knowing that I failed? Knowing that my selfish needs got him killed? How do I face them, knowing that I left his side at the one time he needed
us? Does that make me a murderer? Did I become the very thing that I swore I would never be? A coward? A brigand?
The Kur'asi looked up at the tree he rescued. "How do I face the Memory Flame when I have nothing to contribute? How do I further a legacy that does not exist?"
He waited in silence for answers that would never come.