{"id":1708,"date":"2016-05-27T10:56:44","date_gmt":"2016-05-27T14:56:44","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/jeezjosie.com\/blog\/?p=1708"},"modified":"2016-03-09T21:01:47","modified_gmt":"2016-03-10T01:01:47","slug":"rhiallis-not-right","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/jeezjosie.com\/blog\/2016\/05\/rhiallis-not-right\/","title":{"rendered":"Rhiallis: Not Right"},"content":{"rendered":"

      Today\u2019s snippet, titled \u201cNot Right\u201d, is a piece I wrote about my PC in Mark’s new (Good) Pathfinder Campaign.
\n      Be forewarned, there may be mature themes and naughty language below.
\n– \u2013 \u2013 \u2013 \u2013 \u2013 \u2013 \u2013 \u2013 \u2013 –
\n      \tIt isn\u2019t right.<\/em>
\n      \tRhiallis sat across the table from two small sacks. At her left was Aimsley, at her right sat Sadie. Korael and Cole were at the bar, bickering about which of the three available stouts were most stout or something equally as inconsequential.
\n      \tIt isn\u2019t.
\n<\/em>      \tAimsley was silent.
\n      \tSadie was silent.
\n      \tThe two pouches on the table, filled with sandy grit, were silent.
\n      It just… isn\u2019t right.<\/em>
\n      Rhiallis closed her eyes tightly, tilting her chin as she summoned a familiar, pleasant memory – Viggo serenading her with his surprisingly tender singing voice – to drown out the hideous echoing sounds of her friends\u2019 deaths. She knew it was not real, that her ears were not resounding with that terrible zap and the crackle that followed when their bodies burst into ash. That did not seem to matter, every few seconds the scene replayed. First Celeste, mid-syllable as she confronted the Wren – ZZZAP! – and then, a few heartbeats later as their eyes tried to adjust after Aimsley\u2019s incredible, atomic firespell, Mira as well – ZZZAP!
\n      \t\u201c…we\u2019ll teleport to Kenebres in the morning then.\u201d
\n      \tAimsley nodded. \u201cYes. We will start there, and afterward – we shall simply have to keep trying the largest cities we can, until we can locate the gems required.\u201d
\n      \tRhiallis pursed her lips. She did not trust herself to speak; she did not trust that she could keep the thought running circles in her brain from spilling out into the open. Hating herself for thinking it, for knowing it, Rhiallis could only acquiesce.
\n      \t\u201cWe\u2019ll need at least four.\u201d
\n      \tSadie said it so matter-of-factly that Rhiallis did not even register the discrepancy. Aimlsey, of course, did.
\n      \t\u201cFour? Why four? We need only to resurrect Celeste and Mira. I count two.\u201d
\n      \t\u201cGraves?\u201d Rhiallis glanced up.
\n      \tThe hin pulled a face. \u201cSure, or that other elf you lost. Mytra? But I meant that we\u2019re gonna get Seraphina back. Fuck what the demon said. If we\u2019re going to be finding two humongous diamonds, you better believe we\u2019re gonna find at least two more. Because my sister shouldn\u2019t be fucked over for all eternity when she just wanted to help save the whole stupid world!\u201d
\n      \tShe was so defensive, nearly shaking, and Rhiallis wanted to reach out for her – comfort her with a hug and kind words. Yet her furor was unjustified for both Aimsley and Rhiallis understood all too well how much it hurt to lose loved ones, and to know that they were unable to get them back.
\n      \t\u201cNo, she should not,\u201d Aimsley said, her voice soft as a cloud. \u201cOf course, we shall do our best to restore her to life as well.\u201d
\n      \tI wish we had never come across those bastards from Kenebres. Wren, with her sneaky little bird and those golden slippers – we never even saw her in the city, just them. The man with the trident and net and the cultist. They were amongst the very few who escaped us – back when we counted Kumiko as a brand new friend, before we lost Lucien, before the fateful foray into the Grey Fortress that cost so many lives – Mickey and Ema and Seraphina and Celeste\u2026 and me.<\/em>
\n      \tKorael and Cole remained at the bar, deep in conversation about horses and where more could be imported from, as they were exceedingly hard to come by in Drezen these days. \u201cDemons don\u2019t use \u2018em,\u201d Cole said, tossing a salted olive into his mouth.
\n      \t\u201cAnd dragons just want to eat them,\u201d Korael clucked her tongue.
\n      \tToo soon,<\/em> Rhiallis closed her eyes again, leaning her forehead upon her wrists on the table. Those dragons fled, but they are still out there and I imagine we shall have to confront them again too. And what shall we do if we come across Wren and her menfolk? We did not manage to even\u2026 faze her. She laughed at Aimsley\u2019s most powerful spell – the one that practically seared our eyes from our heads.<\/em>
\n      \t\u201cWe should have known it was going to be bad,\u201d Sadie was saying. \u201cThere was a tree. In the Worldwound. That can\u2019t be a good sign.\u201d
\n      \t\u201cIt would seem so. That was the first non-illusory tree we found – and it nearly spelled our doom. I wish we knew what exactly the witch and her friends were doing down in that valley; why they believed – rightly so, from what we saw – that they could easily destroy twenty to thirty enemies. We did not have the time to investigate fully – the remains down there.\u201d
\n      \t\u201cIt is a real conundrum.\u201d
\n      \tRhiallis, her head still down, said, \u201cIt was chaos. In that moment – who could think?\u201d
\n      \t\u201cYeah. What happened to Celeste and Mira – it was so quick.\u201d
\n      \t\u201cWe barely had time to scoop up their things before-\u201d
\n      \t\u201cRight.\u201d
\n      \t\u201cAnd I mean – we almost lost you, too, Rhiallis.\u201d
\n      \tRhiallis cringed, raising her head at last. \u201cI was certain I was a dead woman, trapped in that bloody net, dangling from the sky as helpless as a kitten. Thank Iomedae you were able to dispel the skyhook, Aimsley. Otherwise\u2026\u201d
\n      \tThe three of them nodded silently. Being raped to death before having my dismembered corpse paraded around as some banner of victory for whatever cultist army those three are serving – that\u2019s all I could have had to look forward to if they\u2019d gotten away with me still in that net. And to keep anyone else, ever from having to endure that – that\u2019s why I have to keep fighting. That\u2019s why I can\u2019t abandon this mission, ever.<\/em>
\n      \tShe took a sip of watered wine and pushed a hand through her bedraggled braids. And that\u2019s why it isn\u2019t right, to go gallivanting around for expensive gems for days on end\u2026 as much as I long to see my friends again, as much as I wish Mira were here right now to make a face at me and tell me I\u2019m too pretty to be so sad, or that if I don\u2019t stop being so macabre and morose she\u2019ll smack me\u2026 it just isn\u2019t right. There will be time for resurrection, after the battle is done and the world is safe. Right now\u2026 we should ask Irabeth to recommend new companions and continue on.<\/em>
\n      \t\u201cIf it were me,\u201d she said aloud, staring down into her cup. \u201cI\u2019d say the same.\u201d
\n      \t\u201cSay what?\u201d Sadie asked.
\n      \tRhiallis glanced at her friend, bearing witness once more to the agony in her eyes, and shook her head. \u201cNevermind, Sadie. Hey – I think I\u2019m going to go to bed. If James comes looking for me\u2026 tell him- Tell him\u2026\u201d
\n      \t\u201cTell him\u2026?\u201d Aimsley prompted her, rolling her hand in a circle.
\n      \t\u201cTell him I\u2019ll find him tomorrow, early, before we leave. I think\u2026 I think I just want to be alone tonight\u2026\u201d
\n– \u2013 \u2013 \u2013 \u2013 \u2013 \u2013 \u2013 \u2013 \u2013 –
\n\"Signed,
\nNote: Image is “King Jagiello Statue Central” by (Mulligand) from SXC.hu; edited by me<\/i><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

      Today\u2019s snippet, titled \u201cNot Right\u201d, is a piece I wrote about my PC in Mark’s new (Good) Pathfinder Campaign.       Be forewarned, there may be mature themes and naughty language below. – \u2013 \u2013 \u2013 \u2013 \u2013 \u2013 \u2013 \u2013 \u2013 –       It isn\u2019t right.    … <\/p>\n

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