D&D: From The Edge.
Jul. 25th, 2007 11:12 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
janestarzLast night's session was great. I love method acting. I got home and was very cheerful - and when I had to play my sadness I could as well.
Since it's pretty quiet at work, I wrote down half of what happened. I can now claim to be writing a real book: the characters pee just like we do!
Disclaimer: This part of the story is a few months further than what has been published before. There simply is not enough time to write down everything that's happened in between and I can't take it along to work (another great use for my MP3-player?). In short: a lot of stuff happened in between. This bit of blurb might come as a shock since I've not told you about some stuff that's happened between the characters.
But, by all means, do enjoy!
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It was a while before Mariel's tears dried. Slowly she retreated from the embrace with Regalia. Sermon let go of her hand - she had clasped it as she fell into Regalia's arms. Her sobs had subsided and she wiped her face. Regalia, Johan and Sermon looked relieved.
Slowly, Mariel became aware that she was in a bedroom, and she was sitting up in a bed. Next to her was a large human. Blond tufts of hair drew her attention, and she turned around to look at Sir Jean.
He was lying remarkably still, his eyes moving under closed eyelids. Mariel placed her hand on his chest, but he did not respond to her touch, not even when she spoke his name.
Willing her powers into action, she checked him for injuries. On the outside he looked fine, except for a sheen of sweat on his brow. Inside, he was a mess. Internal injuries and a fire like a battle raged in him.
Mariel turned to him in earnest now, the three High Priests in the room momentarily forgotten. The terrible realization dawned on her that while she had stood at the brink of death, Sir Jean had also.
And he was still struggling.
'No..' she thought desperately, 'let not my failure cost him his life. Please, don't leave me.'
She placed a second hand on his chest, and closed her eyes and summoned her strength in Healing. The power rushed into him like a river, healing inside what she had not healed before. When it was done she collapsed on his chest, refusing to let him go.
It was many hours later that she awoke, and still she clung to him, lying on his chest with one arm sprawled over his shoulder. She had been crying again, and Sir Jean's shirt had a wet mark where Mariel's face was.
His hand moved up and stroked her hair gently. He went into the bathroom, and after he relieved himself he returned to stroke Mariel's back. She responded to his touch, and turned over to face him. Her eyes were lined with grief.
As Mariel was making tea as breakfast Melvin came down the stairs and practically bullied her away from the counter. Mariel had been surprised that the priests had gone, but was too distracted to think more on the subject. She sat down at the kitchen table, clasping Sir Jean's hands, when the sound of a horn penetrated the rock walls of the dwarven home.
Moments later, a dwarf knocked on their door. "Didn't you hear the horn?" he said, frowning at Aethelinda that had opened the door. "Yes?" Mariel said.
"Well. Aren't you coming?" the dwarf asked impatiently.
"We shall be right there." Sir Jean said, and turned to Mariel. "You saddle the horses, and I'll see if Grimm's awake.
Mariel walked into the stable, and stopped. Biefstuk, Zack and even Silver Spirit were looking at her curiously, but Para was not there. She called to Sir Jean, asked him where Para was.
"Just a moment, I'll check." he replied. When he returned, Mariel had finished saddling Silver Spirit and walked with him towards Sir Jean.
"Mariel, I have to tell you something." Sir Jean awkwardly began.
"Yes?" she replied.
"Para is not well. She is not here." Sir Jean tried. He was very clearly not at ease.
"Is there anything I can do for her? Where is she?" Mariel replied. Her face was set in worry, and there were lines of grief still etched near the corners of her eyes.
"No, you can no longer help her. I am afraid she has died."
For a moment there was nothing Mariel could say. The full shock of her own near-death experience had not yet passed, and now she was confronted with the loss of a close friend. Para had been there since she left her home, she had grown along with Mariel and had been there even when the odds were against them.
"I can't deal with this, not now." Mariel choked, and brushed passed Sir Jean before he could stop her. She ran upstairs and sank down once more on the cold tiles, her back against the bed. Tears were streaming from her eyes.
There was a soft knock on the door. When she didn't reply, Melvin opened it and stepped inside.
"Do you want to talk about it? I know how it feels to lose a loved one." he said to her. Mariel did not reply.
"Will you at least get up from the cold floor? It can't be good for the babies." he pleaded.
"Please leave me alone." Mariel said in a small voice.
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Since it's pretty quiet at work, I wrote down half of what happened. I can now claim to be writing a real book: the characters pee just like we do!
Disclaimer: This part of the story is a few months further than what has been published before. There simply is not enough time to write down everything that's happened in between and I can't take it along to work (another great use for my MP3-player?). In short: a lot of stuff happened in between. This bit of blurb might come as a shock since I've not told you about some stuff that's happened between the characters.
But, by all means, do enjoy!
----
It was a while before Mariel's tears dried. Slowly she retreated from the embrace with Regalia. Sermon let go of her hand - she had clasped it as she fell into Regalia's arms. Her sobs had subsided and she wiped her face. Regalia, Johan and Sermon looked relieved.
Slowly, Mariel became aware that she was in a bedroom, and she was sitting up in a bed. Next to her was a large human. Blond tufts of hair drew her attention, and she turned around to look at Sir Jean.
He was lying remarkably still, his eyes moving under closed eyelids. Mariel placed her hand on his chest, but he did not respond to her touch, not even when she spoke his name.
Willing her powers into action, she checked him for injuries. On the outside he looked fine, except for a sheen of sweat on his brow. Inside, he was a mess. Internal injuries and a fire like a battle raged in him.
Mariel turned to him in earnest now, the three High Priests in the room momentarily forgotten. The terrible realization dawned on her that while she had stood at the brink of death, Sir Jean had also.
And he was still struggling.
'No..' she thought desperately, 'let not my failure cost him his life. Please, don't leave me.'
She placed a second hand on his chest, and closed her eyes and summoned her strength in Healing. The power rushed into him like a river, healing inside what she had not healed before. When it was done she collapsed on his chest, refusing to let him go.
It was many hours later that she awoke, and still she clung to him, lying on his chest with one arm sprawled over his shoulder. She had been crying again, and Sir Jean's shirt had a wet mark where Mariel's face was.
His hand moved up and stroked her hair gently. He went into the bathroom, and after he relieved himself he returned to stroke Mariel's back. She responded to his touch, and turned over to face him. Her eyes were lined with grief.
As Mariel was making tea as breakfast Melvin came down the stairs and practically bullied her away from the counter. Mariel had been surprised that the priests had gone, but was too distracted to think more on the subject. She sat down at the kitchen table, clasping Sir Jean's hands, when the sound of a horn penetrated the rock walls of the dwarven home.
Moments later, a dwarf knocked on their door. "Didn't you hear the horn?" he said, frowning at Aethelinda that had opened the door. "Yes?" Mariel said.
"Well. Aren't you coming?" the dwarf asked impatiently.
"We shall be right there." Sir Jean said, and turned to Mariel. "You saddle the horses, and I'll see if Grimm's awake.
Mariel walked into the stable, and stopped. Biefstuk, Zack and even Silver Spirit were looking at her curiously, but Para was not there. She called to Sir Jean, asked him where Para was.
"Just a moment, I'll check." he replied. When he returned, Mariel had finished saddling Silver Spirit and walked with him towards Sir Jean.
"Mariel, I have to tell you something." Sir Jean awkwardly began.
"Yes?" she replied.
"Para is not well. She is not here." Sir Jean tried. He was very clearly not at ease.
"Is there anything I can do for her? Where is she?" Mariel replied. Her face was set in worry, and there were lines of grief still etched near the corners of her eyes.
"No, you can no longer help her. I am afraid she has died."
For a moment there was nothing Mariel could say. The full shock of her own near-death experience had not yet passed, and now she was confronted with the loss of a close friend. Para had been there since she left her home, she had grown along with Mariel and had been there even when the odds were against them.
"I can't deal with this, not now." Mariel choked, and brushed passed Sir Jean before he could stop her. She ran upstairs and sank down once more on the cold tiles, her back against the bed. Tears were streaming from her eyes.
There was a soft knock on the door. When she didn't reply, Melvin opened it and stepped inside.
"Do you want to talk about it? I know how it feels to lose a loved one." he said to her. Mariel did not reply.
"Will you at least get up from the cold floor? It can't be good for the babies." he pleaded.
"Please leave me alone." Mariel said in a small voice.
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