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#1 Guest_VigaHrolf_*

Posted 23 December 2003 - 08:45 PM

Welcome to Section 3 of Chapter 1

Disclaimers: Interludes overall rating Strong PG-13. Contains some adult situation/language, violence, occaissional disturbing imagery.

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Jaheira howled a wordless scream of pain and despair. Without thinking, she swept Viga to the ground and clasped both hands over the slashed wrist. Applying pressure, she started crying and cursing, “Not you too. Not you too. I will not lose another.” Her world was spinning like mad, she focused on holding his wrist shut. Her mind raced and all she was aware of was the pounding of her heart and the growing lead ball in her stomach. She strained against wild emotion wracking her body to try and gather enough calm to cast even the most simple healing spell.

Her panic was so complete and her focus so total on that wrist she noticed nothing else. Dimly aware of a voice calling out, she ignored it, having no time for that right now. She clamped down on the wrist with all of her considerable strength, wrestling with Viga who seemed insistent on breaking her grasp. She planted her legs so that she could not be pushed away, and leaned into his shoves. Shoulders and grip straining, she prayed silently to Silvanus, begging for this life to be spared.

The prayer took the edge off of her panic enough for her to remember the chant for one of her healing spells. As she began the oft used chant, her panic-dulled senses started to register the voice that she had been hearing only subconsciously. It was Viga’s voice, pained and pleading. She finished the spell and felt the healing energy flow through his body.

As the spell dissipated, her mind began to translate his cries. She heard him shout, “Jaheira, let go! Please, I can’t feel my hand anymore! For the love of Mielleki! Let go, I’m fine. I’m not hurt! Look! Look at the dagger! Look at your hands!”

Not releasing her grip an iota, she turned her eyes to where the dagger sat, gleaming in the morning sunshine. She stared at, looking for the meaning, watching the sunlight play across its burnished edges. After a moment’s thought, the significance set in. The blade was clean, unblemished. There was no blood! None.

Looking down, she saw no pool of blood under his wrists or soaking her hands. Still in shock, she let go her death grip and raised her hands to her face. There was no blood on them, none. She turned them over and over, looking for traces of blood and there were none. There was none. The shock was enough that her legs folded under her and she sat down hard. But her eyes did not leave her hands.

Next to her, Viga pushed himself up onto his knees, looking at her. He rubbed at his wrist and flexed his hand, wincing as icy tendrils of feeling started to return. Shuffling closer, he apologized, “Jaheira, I.. I’m sorry. I never should have done that. That was stupid, it was cruel, it was heartless.”

Jaheira looked up from her hands and gave Viga a blank but speculative look. She cocked her head to one side, saying nothing, simply staring. Viga tried again, “Look Jaheira, that was stupid. I am sorry, it was..”

Viga was cut off as Jaheira leapt at him, bringing her right arm around and clocking him right under the jaw. Viga staggered under the preternaturally strong blow as another followed it, spinning his head in the other direction. A third blow knocked him off his knees and onto the stone ground. With a feral scream, Jaheira jumped atop the warrior and started raining blows down on him. Viga brought up his arms to protect himself and deflect the blows, but she continued to pummel away, striking ribs, forearms, anything she could reach.

Swinging another right that slipped through his guard, she screamed, “You bastard! How could you! How could you do that to me!” Her left fist connected with his ear, generating a groan. “How could you be so cruel! Did you think it would be some sort of a fun trick? ‘Let’s tear out Jaheira’s heart and see what she does!’”

Another fist connected. She swung again, her aim off from the tears that blurred her vision. “Was I entertaining enough!? Did you like the reaction? You wondered if you were still human? Would a human do this to another person? Maybe you are just the sick and twisted remains of a dead god. Maybe the man I loved died on the Tree of Life.” She stopped swinging and got back to her feet. “But I know this. If you want death, I will be more than happy to supply it. Maybe that dagger didn’t work, but I swear to Silvanus I can find something that does.”

She stared down at the form of Viga, still hunched into a defensive posture on the ground. Her voice cracking with emotion, she shouted, “Don’t you have anything to say? Anything?”

Viga lowered his hands from his face. His face was unmarked. She knew she had hit him, and hard, but there was not a mark on him. He wiped at his mouth, as if to wipe off blood that wasn’t there, and pushed himself back to his feet, keeping a safe distance from her. She shook with barely reined in rage, glaring at the ranger, willing him to say something, anything.

Once more he wiped at his mouth, mopping away imaginary blood. “All I can say is that I am truly and deeply sorry. What I did was cruel and stupid. I let my own pain cause you even more. Out of some twisted sense of dramatics.”

“There is no blood. No injury, on your wrist or your face. None. Why?” she growled as she continued to glare at him.

“I don’t know. I seem to be invulnerable to mundane injury. Some sort of gift from the hell trials.” Rubbing his jaw, he continued, “I still feel pain, a great deal of it in this case. But it does no permanent harm. No blood. No injury.”

“How? How did you find this out?” she demanded.

“This morning, I woke early. More dark dreams.” He didn’t elaborate on them but she knew his sleep had not been easy. “I poured myself some water but lost my grip on the cup. It smashed in the sink. I looked to see if I had woken you then started cleaning up the mess. Midway through, I heard you move and looked over towards the bed to see if I had woken you. I did it midgrab and my hand closed on a jagged edge. I felt the ceramic cut my hand, but when I pulled my hand away, there was no blood. No wound. I jabbed myself again, saw the edge go into my finger. It did nothing other than hurt. I grabbed that dagger and repeated the experiment, still nothing. The spike on Crom was different, that did break the skin.” He showed a healed cut on his left hand. “But mundane things did nothing more than smart.” His shoulders sagged, “That’s what I was trying to demonstrate. But in my melancholy I chose melodrama over wisdom. Even that jack ass Haer Dalis would have shown more restraint.” Viga shook his head, “Its just, with everything else, the prophesies.. it just overwhelmed me.”

Jaheira’s anger cooled a few degrees but she still seethed. “So you decided that you would put on your little play for me? Look like you were trying to commit suicide when you knew nothing would happen? Do you have any idea at all how cruel that was? How selfish and mean-spirited?”

Viga nodded. “Yes. Yes I do.” He looked down, and then back up at her. Through the haze of anger she could see the great pain in his eyes. “I don’t even deserve forgiveness for what I did to you. I was so wrapped up in my own pain I didn’t think.” He reached out with his right hand towards her. “You have to know, you must know it wasn’t my intent to hurt you.”

Jaheira glared at him icily, “Then what was your intent?”

Viga looked into her eyes. As she looked into his normally warm brown eyes, all she saw was two black pits of despair. Still reaching out towards her, he replied in a voice choked with pain. “I… I don’t know. All I know is, it’s tearing me apart inside. I never asked for any of this, never wanted any of this. I never wanted to be the subject of prophecy or the son of a god. All of this is like the ocean in a storm and it’s sucking me down. Every day I wake up and find I’ve lost a little bit more humanity. What I am was prophesied to rain chaos, death and destruction on the land. And if you look at the wake I’ve left, its hard not to believe it.”

He dropped his arm but never broke his gaze. “What if I can’t stop this? What if I am the thing talked of in prophecy? That I bring sorrow and suffering to everyone and everything I know? What if it is my destiny, my fate to bring about the oceans of blood so that my father can be reborn. Or even worse,” he went quiet for a moment. Then in a voice that crackled with sorrow, he finished, “what if it is my fate to take his place? Become the new god of death and murder?”

As Viga went silent, Jaheira looked at him in silence. He seemed shrunken, sunken in on himself. She remembered first meeting him, his life tempered by pain but so full of life. He loomed larger than his huge frame. And now, all of that was gone, sucked into the void that swam in the brown sea of his eyes. It was painful to see him like this. And now she knew what had been weighing so heavily on his heart.

She had a decision to make. To let her anger and pain at the horrible thing he had done to her rule, or to forgive and reach out to the man she loved in his dark hour. Taking a half step closer, she weighed her own heart. Weighed it against all the possibilities, both good and ill. With a curt nod to herself, she made her decision.

#2 Guest_AlphaMonkey_*

Posted 23 December 2003 - 09:39 PM

The blade was clean, unblemished. There was no blood! None.


Yay! I'll say it again: I like this angle. It's a "curse", not a blessing.

Viga was cut off as Jaheira leapt at him, bringing her right arm around and clocking him right under the jaw.


Woo!

I'm telling ya... we really need -more- violence. Behavior like this should result in someone getting smacked. I mean, seriously speaking, nothing really gets a point across better than a right cross to the jaw. Of course the idea of Jaheira going into "beatdown" mode afterwards might just be pushing it. I mean, she definitely strikes (pun intended) me as the type who, when pissed off (which she often is) has no compunctions about slamming someone with a left hook. But even rattled as she is, I'm not sure if she'd lose enough of her cool to go into a flurry of kicks and punches. It's understandable, I guess, and maybe it's just me, but I wonder if that outburst of physical abuse wasn't just a little out of character.

Her left fist connected with his ear, generating a groan.


(Chuckle) Reminds me of Fight Club.

"OW! You hit me in the ear! Oohhhh... why the ear?!"

“Was I entertaining enough!? Did you like the reaction?


Hmmm. Again, she's upset and not thinking very rationally. I can certainly see why. But even so, I wonder at why she would immediately jump to the conclusion that he was having some kind of twisted fun at her expense. It seems to me that if she was able to fall for someone, he couldn't have been the type who really would do something cruel like this for a bit of sadistic fun. Now sure, had she been thinking more clearly, she would likely have tumbled to the fact that he was making some kind of maudlin object lesson, but even distressed as she was, I just happen to think she'd still have the presence of mind to realize that things were a bit more complex.

Out of some twisted sense of dramatics.


I suppose that his way of "explaining" the problem was a bit warped, but personally, I like a bit of "drama bordering on melodrama"; I suppose that could influence my reaction to Jaheira's "flying off the handle"...

Look like you were trying to commit suicide when you knew nothing would happen


Er... if he were attempting that, don't you think he would have tried something that would have worked a bit more quickly? Like the throat? Or maybe pull a "O, Happy Dagger, here is they sheath?" Of course, ol' CHARNAME isn't thinking either... oh well...

#3 Guest_VigaHrolf_*

Posted 23 December 2003 - 10:06 PM

The blade was clean, unblemished. There was no blood! None.


Yay! I'll say it again: I like this angle. It's a "curse", not a blessing.


Exactly. While it a useful power, it also is a conversion from human to something not so.. to something more akin of an 'outsider,' a planar creature.

Viga was cut off as Jaheira leapt at him, bringing her right arm around and clocking him right under the jaw.


Woo!


I'm telling ya... we really need -more- violence. Behavior like this should result in someone getting smacked. I mean, seriously speaking, nothing really gets a point across better than a right cross to the jaw. Of course the idea of Jaheira going into "beatdown" mode afterwards might just be pushing it. I mean, she definitely strikes (pun intended) me as the type who, when pissed off (which she often is) has no compunctions about slamming someone with a left hook. But even rattled as she is, I'm not sure if she'd lose enough of her cool to go into a flurry of kicks and punches. It's understandable, I guess, and maybe it's just me, but I wonder if that outburst of physical abuse wasn't just a little out of character.


I understand what you're saying Alpha. It is out of character in a way, but the point is, this situation is so beyond the pale that normal reactions just wouldn't fit. I don't see Jah as the slapping type, she's more the punching type. So her wailing on him is more just a vicseral reaction than any attempt to actually injure. She's hurting, so she's trying to do the same.

Plus, I've always thought of Jah's temper as something akin to a nuclear reactor, powerful but contained. Nearly impossible to breach, but when it does happen, its big, its bad, and its out of control. ;)

Her left fist connected with his ear, generating a groan.


(Chuckle) Reminds me of Fight Club.


"OW! You hit me in the ear! Oohhhh... why the ear?!"


Heh.. didn't think of it, but yeah.. it is reminiscent, isn't it.

“Was I entertaining enough!? Did you like the reaction?


Hmmm. Again, she's upset and not thinking very rationally. I can certainly see why. But even so, I wonder at why she would immediately jump to the conclusion that he was having some kind of twisted fun at her expense. It seems to me that if she was able to fall for someone, he couldn't have been the type who really would do something cruel like this for a bit of sadistic fun. Now sure, had she been thinking more clearly, she would likely have tumbled to the fact that he was making some kind of maudlin object lesson, but even distressed as she was, I just happen to think she'd still have the presence of mind to realize that things were a bit more complex.


Once again, if she was a bit more in control, then she would have. But think about what he did.. he took a knife to the wrist...and slashed. That would, I think, make most people a bit.. unstable. Especailly after discovering that it was non injurious. What Im trying to show is hysteria, even in someone so controlled, but then that control reasserts itself.

Out of some twisted sense of dramatics.


I suppose that his way of "explaining" the problem was a bit warped, but personally, I like a bit of "drama bordering on melodrama"; I suppose that could influence my reaction to Jaheira's "flying off the handle"...


Neither one is thinking clearly. He was having a depressed fantasy.. he'd do this, she'd understand. Not exactly on line thinking, but... he's not so happy or clear thinking either. If either had been, then, well, we wouldn't have such melodrama as a reaction.

And melodrama, from time to time, isn't such a bad thing...

#4 Guest_argan_*

Posted 24 December 2003 - 12:03 AM

Greaaaat chapter ;)

#5 Guest_g'lain_*

Posted 24 December 2003 - 02:26 AM

Viga looked into her eyes. As she looked into his normally warm brown eyes, all she saw was two black pits of despair. Still reaching out towards her, he replied in a voice choked with pain. “I… I don’t know. All I know is, it’s tearing me apart inside. I never asked for any of this, never wanted any of this. I never wanted to be the subject of prophecy or the son of a god. All of this is like the ocean in a storm and it’s sucking me down. Every day I wake up and find I’ve lost a little bit more humanity. What I am was prophesied to rain chaos, death and destruction on the land. And if you look at the wake I’ve left, its hard not to believe it.”


I will freely admit VH, that out of all I've read of Interludes... this piece is my favorite and the passage above is the best. I for one can really feel the pain and desolation piercing his soul.

Superb writing, my friend, just superb.

#6 Guest_VigaHrolf_*

Posted 24 December 2003 - 02:35 AM

Argan,

Thanks! Glad you liked it.


Viga looked into her eyes. As she looked into his normally warm brown eyes, all she saw was two black pits of despair. Still reaching out towards her, he replied in a voice choked with pain. “I… I don’t know. All I know is, it’s tearing me apart inside. I never asked for any of this, never wanted any of this. I never wanted to be the subject of prophecy or the son of a god. All of this is like the ocean in a storm and it’s sucking me down. Every day I wake up and find I’ve lost a little bit more humanity. What I am was prophesied to rain chaos, death and destruction on the land. And if you look at the wake I’ve left, its hard not to believe it.”


I will freely admit VH, that out of all I've read of Interludes... this piece is my favorite and the passage above is the best. I for one can really feel the pain and desolation piercing his soul.

Superb writing, my friend, just superb.


Ahh, so I finally find out which is your favorite. I have to admit, this is one of my favorite sections as well. Although, there are some fun ones to come... ehheheh.

VH

#7 Guest_MorningGlory_*

Posted 24 December 2003 - 05:50 AM

VH,

It's not nice to fool Mother Nature.... ;)

So, Viga managed to scare hell out of Jah.... Can't blame her for her reaction under the circumstances. He's lucky she didn't go totally ballistic on him. That, my friend, could have been a real battle scene.

Going great, VH! Keeping us all mightily entertained. :)

MG

#8 Guest_Theodur_*

Posted 24 December 2003 - 10:52 AM

Jaheira howled a wordless scream of pain and despair. Without thinking, she swept Viga to the ground and clasped both hands over the slashed wrist. Applying pressure, she started crying and cursing, “Not you too. Not you too. I will not lose another.” Her world was spinning like mad, she focused on holding his wrist shut. Her mind raced and all she was aware of was the pounding of her heart and the growing lead ball in her stomach. She strained against wild emotion wracking her body to try and gather enough calm to cast even the most simple healing spell.


Her panic was so complete and her focus so total on that wrist she noticed nothing else. Dimly aware of a voice calling out, she ignored it, having no time for that right now. She clamped down on the wrist with all of her considerable strength, wrestling with Viga who seemed insistent on breaking her grasp. She planted her legs so that she could not be pushed away, and leaned into his shoves. Shoulders and grip straining, she prayed silently to Silvanus, begging for this life to be spared.


The prayer took the edge off of her panic enough for her to remember the chant for one of her healing spells. As she began the oft used chant, her panic-dulled senses started to register the voice that she had been hearing only subconsciously. It was Viga’s voice, pained and pleading. She finished the spell and felt the healing energy flow through his body.


This whole passage was just beautiful... and so terrible for poor Jaheira. No doubt that those memories of Khalid lying on the table in dungeon, were constantly flashing before her eyes... :D

Next to her, Viga pushed himself up onto his knees, looking at her. He rubbed at his wrist and flexed his hand, wincing as icy tendrils of feeling started to return. Shuffling closer, he apologized, “Jaheira, I.. I’m sorry. I never should have done that. That was stupid, it was cruel, it was heartless.”


Yes, it was... even though I can sympathize with him, it was a very cruel thing to do, especially to someone who has recently lost her loved one. :D

Viga was cut off as Jaheira leapt at him, bringing her right arm around and clocking him right under the jaw. Viga staggered under the preternaturally strong blow as another followed it, spinning his head in the other direction. A third blow knocked him off his knees and onto the stone ground. With a feral scream, Jaheira jumped atop the warrior and started raining blows down on him. Viga brought up his arms to protect himself and deflect the blows, but she continued to pummel away, striking ribs, forearms, anything she could reach.


And I certainly find her reaction as very natural and in character. She places so much in the trust between them, and now he has broken it in a bad way. No doubt she feels very badly betrayed...

Swinging another right that slipped through his guard, she screamed, “You bastard! How could you! How could you do that to me!” Her left fist connected with his ear, generating a groan. “How could you be so cruel! Did you think it would be some sort of a fun trick? ‘Let’s tear out Jaheira’s heart and see what she does!’”


*bawl* :wink:

Jaheira’s anger cooled a few degrees but she still seethed. “So you decided that you would put on your little play for me? Look like you were trying to commit suicide when you knew nothing would happen? Do you have any idea at all how cruel that was? How selfish and mean-spirited?”


She has every right to be angry... just as Viga has every right to feel very disturbed by his revelations. A tragic case of miscommunication...

As Viga went silent, Jaheira looked at him in silence. He seemed shrunken, sunken in on himself. She remembered first meeting him, his life tempered by pain but so full of life. He loomed larger than his huge frame. And now, all of that was gone, sucked into the void that swam in the brown sea of his eyes. It was painful to see him like this. And now she knew what had been weighing so heavily on his heart.


She had a decision to make. To let her anger and pain at the horrible thing he had done to her rule, or to forgive and reach out to the man she loved in his dark hour. Taking a half step closer, she weighed her own heart. Weighed it against all the possibilities, both good and ill. With a curt nod to herself, she made her decision.


And there was never doubt in my mind, what her decision would be... :)

#9 Guest_VigaHrolf_*

Posted 24 December 2003 - 05:08 PM

It's not nice to fool Mother Nature.... :wink:


No... its not. Its a bad, bad idea. As Viga learned.

So, Viga managed to scare hell out of Jah.... Can't blame her for her reaction under the circumstances. He's lucky she didn't go totally ballistic on him. That, my friend, could have been a real battle scene.


Yes, that's the feel I was looking for, a mixture of fear and of anger just stiring the pot of her soul, and causing it to boil over. Yes, and this was just angry Jah... Irenicus got to meet ballistic Jah... not very nice. Mother Nature can be a real cast iron bitch when she wants to be.

Going great, VH! Keeping us all mightily entertained. :)

MG


Glad you are still entertained MG. Tis my purpose.

VH

#10 Guest_VigaHrolf_*

Posted 24 December 2003 - 05:14 PM

This whole passage was just beautiful... and so terrible for poor Jaheira. No doubt that those memories of Khalid lying on the table in dungeon, were constantly flashing before her eyes... :D


Yes, I can only imagine... The slicing of Khalid, the slicing of Viga.. enough to drive any woman up the wall.


Next to her, Viga pushed himself up onto his knees, looking at her. He rubbed at his wrist and flexed his hand, wincing as icy tendrils of feeling started to return. Shuffling closer, he apologized, “Jaheira, I.. I’m sorry. I never should have done that. That was stupid, it was cruel, it was heartless.”


Yes, it was... even though I can sympathize with him, it was a very cruel thing to do, especially to someone who has recently lost her loved one. :D


Yes, it was... it was a cruel thing to do. But the case here is that Viga wasn't thinking about others' pain, only his. And I am glad he came off some what sympathetic in this scene, instead of just right bastard.


Viga was cut off as Jaheira leapt at him, bringing her right arm around and clocking him right under the jaw. Viga staggered under the preternaturally strong blow as another followed it, spinning his head in the other direction. A third blow knocked him off his knees and onto the stone ground. With a feral scream, Jaheira jumped atop the warrior and started raining blows down on him. Viga brought up his arms to protect himself and deflect the blows, but she continued to pummel away, striking ribs, forearms, anything she could reach.


And I certainly find her reaction as very natural and in character. She places so much in the trust between them, and now he has broken it in a bad way. No doubt she feels very badly betrayed...


Exact-a-mundo.


Swinging another right that slipped through his guard, she screamed, “You bastard! How could you! How could you do that to me!” Her left fist connected with his ear, generating a groan. “How could you be so cruel! Did you think it would be some sort of a fun trick? ‘Let’s tear out Jaheira’s heart and see what she does!’”


*bawl* :wink:


*looks embarrassed*


Jaheira’s anger cooled a few degrees but she still seethed. “So you decided that you would put on your little play for me? Look like you were trying to commit suicide when you knew nothing would happen? Do you have any idea at all how cruel that was? How selfish and mean-spirited?”


She has every right to be angry... just as Viga has every right to feel very disturbed by his revelations. A tragic case of miscommunication...


Very much so, he wanted to explain and chose perhpas the worst possible way to do so.


As Viga went silent, Jaheira looked at him in silence. He seemed shrunken, sunken in on himself. She remembered first meeting him, his life tempered by pain but so full of life. He loomed larger than his huge frame. And now, all of that was gone, sucked into the void that swam in the brown sea of his eyes. It was painful to see him like this. And now she knew what had been weighing so heavily on his heart.



She had a decision to make. To let her anger and pain at the horrible thing he had done to her rule, or to forgive and reach out to the man she loved in his dark hour. Taking a half step closer, she weighed her own heart. Weighed it against all the possibilities, both good and ill. With a curt nod to herself, she made her decision.


And there was never doubt in my mind, what her decision would be... :)


:D The next chapter will tell, Theo. It should be up soon...

#11 Laufey

Posted 25 December 2003 - 02:49 PM

Welcome to Section 3 of Chapter 1


Disclaimers: Interludes overall rating Strong PG-13. Contains some adult situation/language, violence, occaissional disturbing imagery.


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Jaheira howled a wordless scream of pain and despair. Without thinking, she swept Viga to the ground and clasped both hands over the slashed wrist. Applying pressure, she started crying and cursing, “Not you too. Not you too. I will not lose another.” Her world was spinning like mad, she focused on holding his wrist shut. Her mind raced and all she was aware of was the pounding of her heart and the growing lead ball in her stomach. She strained against wild emotion wracking her body to try and gather enough calm to cast even the most simple healing spell.


Poor Jaheira. :shock: This was of course a very powerful and dramatic scene, and her pain was readily apparent.

Next to her, Viga pushed himself up onto his knees, looking at her. He rubbed at his wrist and flexed his hand, wincing as icy tendrils of feeling started to return. Shuffling closer, he apologized, “Jaheira, I.. I’m sorry. I never should have done that. That was stupid, it was cruel, it was heartless.”


Jaheira looked up from her hands and gave Viga a blank but speculative look. She cocked her head to one side, saying nothing, simply staring. Viga tried again, “Look Jaheira, that was stupid. I am sorry, it was..”


Viga was cut off as Jaheira leapt at him, bringing her right arm around and clocking him right under the jaw. Viga staggered under the preternaturally strong blow as another followed it, spinning his head in the other direction. A third blow knocked him off his knees and onto the stone ground. With a feral scream, Jaheira jumped atop the warrior and started raining blows down on him. Viga brought up his arms to protect himself and deflect the blows, but she continued to pummel away, striking ribs, forearms, anything she could reach.


Well, he deserved that, I would say! :wink: And again, Jaheira's reaction feels totally believable. Mind you, it was an excellent way to introduce the fact that Viga is now immune to weapons +1 or less. For Jaheira's sake, I hope he'll demonstrate his increased immunity to fire in a less dramatic manner though. :shock: And whatever happened to increased Wis? :oops:


Jaheira glared at him icily, “Then what was your intent?”


Viga looked into her eyes. As she looked into his normally warm brown eyes, all she saw was two black pits of despair. Still reaching out towards her, he replied in a voice choked with pain. “I… I don’t know. All I know is, it’s tearing me apart inside. I never asked for any of this, never wanted any of this. I never wanted to be the subject of prophecy or the son of a god. All of this is like the ocean in a storm and it’s sucking me down. Every day I wake up and find I’ve lost a little bit more humanity. What I am was prophesied to rain chaos, death and destruction on the land. And if you look at the wake I’ve left, its hard not to believe it.”


Awww...he badly needs her right now, I would say.


She had a decision to make. To let her anger and pain at the horrible thing he had done to her rule, or to forgive and reach out to the man she loved in his dark hour. Taking a half step closer, she weighed her own heart. Weighed it against all the possibilities, both good and ill. With a curt nod to herself, she made her decision.


She'll forgive him, of course. I can't imagine otherwise. Mind you, it's still a nice cliffhanger.

More please? :evil:
Rogues do it from behind.

#12 Guest_VigaHrolf_*

Posted 26 December 2003 - 06:26 PM

Poor Jaheira. :) This was of course a very powerful and dramatic scene, and her pain was readily apparent.


I am glad it was so, it took me a while to phrase it so that it was not "over the top"

Well, he deserved that, I would say! :cry: And again, Jaheira's reaction feels totally believable. Mind you, it was an excellent way to introduce the fact that Viga is now immune to weapons +1 or less. For Jaheira's sake, I hope he'll demonstrate his increased immunity to fire in a less dramatic manner though. :D And whatever happened to increased Wis? :D


Thank you. It was an overly dramatic way, yes, but I am also aiming for the trauma this sort of revelation could make to the "unwilling godchild" And the fire retardation I promise will be less dramatic.

As to the wisdom... anyone who goes with such a demonstration isn't exactly in full command of their facilities at that moment. Plus, even the wisest of folk can be incredibly stupid sometimes.


Jaheira glared at him icily, “Then what was your intent?”



Viga looked into her eyes. As she looked into his normally warm brown eyes, all she saw was two black pits of despair. Still reaching out towards her, he replied in a voice choked with pain. “I… I don’t know. All I know is, it’s tearing me apart inside. I never asked for any of this, never wanted any of this. I never wanted to be the subject of prophecy or the son of a god. All of this is like the ocean in a storm and it’s sucking me down. Every day I wake up and find I’ve lost a little bit more humanity. What I am was prophesied to rain chaos, death and destruction on the land. And if you look at the wake I’ve left, its hard not to believe it.”


Awww...he badly needs her right now, I would say.


Yes... the big lug needs a big hug. ;D


She had a decision to make. To let her anger and pain at the horrible thing he had done to her rule, or to forgive and reach out to the man she loved in his dark hour. Taking a half step closer, she weighed her own heart. Weighed it against all the possibilities, both good and ill. With a curt nod to herself, she made her decision.


She'll forgive him, of course. I can't imagine otherwise. Mind you, it's still a nice cliffhanger.

More please? :cry:


Laufey, just for you, more will come. :cry: But, I can't leave it just hanging here forever, could I? That would be Eeeeevil :roll:

#13 Guest_AlphaMonkey_*

Posted 27 December 2003 - 12:04 AM

Thank you. It was an overly dramatic way, yes, but I am also aiming for the trauma this sort of revelation could make to the "unwilling godchild" And the fire retardation I promise will be less dramatic.


Drat. And here I was hoping for some self-immolation... (Sigh) My hopes have been so cruelly dashed. :roll:

#14 Guest_VigaHrolf_*

Posted 27 December 2003 - 01:42 AM

Thank you. It was an overly dramatic way, yes, but I am also aiming for the trauma this sort of revelation could make to the "unwilling godchild" And the fire retardation I promise will be less dramatic.


Drat. And here I was hoping for some self-immolation... (Sigh) My hopes have been so cruelly dashed. :D


And for that, I am truly sorry Alpha :) :D But wait til Ch 2, you might find something that will cheer you up. :roll: :cry:




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