{"id":979,"date":"2014-04-23T14:00:33","date_gmt":"2014-04-23T19:00:33","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/jeezjosie.com\/blog\/?p=979"},"modified":"2014-04-16T06:01:37","modified_gmt":"2014-04-16T11:01:37","slug":"rhiallis-monotony","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/jeezjosie.com\/blog\/2014\/04\/rhiallis-monotony\/","title":{"rendered":"Rhiallis: Monotony"},"content":{"rendered":"

      Today\u2019s snippet, titled \u201cMonotony\u201d, is a piece I wrote about my PC in Mark’s new (Good) Pathfinder Campaign.
\n      Be forewarned, there are mature themes and naughty language below.
\n– \u2013 \u2013 \u2013 \u2013 \u2013 \u2013 \u2013 \u2013 \u2013 –
\n      \tHours later, with the Temple of Torag freshly cleaned and consecrated by ancient words of power, and a few hours of sleep under their belts, the ten survivors were on the move again.
\n      \tRhiallis felt like she knew more about Anevia than about any of her other friends, after just a few hours of talk. The young woman hadn\u2019t spilled all the details of her childhood, but she did speak tenderly about Irabeth and their wedding. She had gratefully curled up to sleep in Emma\u2019s bedroll, so Rhiallis had invited Emma to share hers. It was hard to rest with all that beautiful silver hair in her face, but at least Emma did not hog the blanket like certain people were known to do.
\n      \tTempers were frayed; a day or more trapped beneath the earth, fighting for their lives constantly, with dwindling resources – it was to be expected.
\n      \tRhiallis would never say it aloud, but she was tired of swinging her sword already. The hours since The Fall had been both so full and so empty. One minute, adrenaline sang in her veins, the next, her arms felt that they would fall off, for even though she shared the burden with Idril, Anevia was not a light load.
\n      \tThe Crusades are not quite as advertised,<\/em> she thought to herself. Haven\u2019t seen a single fiend down here; lots of large insects and those things in the temple, but no demons. I think we\u2019re more likely to be killed by in-fighting or poison or starvation.<\/em>
\n      \tThe in-fighting had not turned violent – yet – but Rhiallis and Mira had their hands full with Horgus and Aravashnial. The rich man and the elven spellcaster were fundamentally at odds and very little rational discussion occurred between them. Mostly it was juvenile sniping back and forth.
\n      \tPoison was a very real danger. It seemed like everything that lived down here just lurked in the dark with a venomous bite. Without her kit, Rhiallis felt naked and was at a loss to help anyone so struck.
\n      \tStarvation was not quite immediate, but they had just a few meagre days worth of food remaining. Five, six tops. Rhiallis found herself praying that they would emerge onto the surface well before that.
\n      \t\u201cIt feels like a million years since we killed that dwarf what almost killed Anevia,\u201d Mira said quietly. \u201cDo you think we\u2019ll ever <\/em>get out of her, Rhiallis?\u201d
\n      \t\u201cBy the Herald\u2019s Grace, I do so pray,\u201d Rhiallis glanced back at her friend. \u201cYou take twice as many steps as I do, your feet must be killing you.\u201d
\n      \t\u201cNot so much.\u201d Her smile was contagious and the gleeful way she met life\u2019s challenges shone through even here in the dark. \u201cI\u2019m pretty light, after all.\u201d
\n      \t\u201cAre you quite done complaining up there?\u201d That was Horgus again. \u201cFirst it was the temple, then it was all those stupid sad statues, now its your feet. Get a grip girl, we\u2019re all sore and tired.\u201d
\n      \tEmma, dear Emma, came to her defense. \u201cJust because you were not touched by the sacrifice of those men and women, sir, does not mean Rhiallis should not have been. So what if she cried like an orphan at bedtime? She\u2019s entitled to some tears.\u201d
\n      \t\u201cBah.\u201d
\n      \tThe rhythmic shuffling of footsteps on stone began to drive her a little bit batty. The constant, swaying weight of Anevia\u2019s stretcher made her arms feel that they would pop out of their sockets and disengage from her body at any moment. The dark monotony grated on her nerves, but at the same time, she knew that any excitement they stumbled upon down here would best be described as dangerous, desperate, or deadly.
\n      \t\u201cThere\u2019s a slope up here; goes up. Way up.\u201d
\n      \t\u201cCan we climb it?\u201d Navara inched up behind Mickey to get a better look.
\n      \t\u201cIts steep. But there are pitons and stuff. Yeah, I bet we could get up.\u201d
\n      \tRhiallis and Idril gently set Anevia down, moving forward to peer up the shaft. He rubbed his biceps, then windmilled his arms. Rhiallis followed suit, then took a moment to rub his shoulders. \u201cThank you,\u201d she said quietly.
\n      \t\u201cYeah,\u201d he said, the sneer on his handsome face. \u201cIt is nothing.\u201d
\n      \t\u201cAnevia doesn\u2019t think so.\u201d
\n      \tIdril glanced at the girl on the stretcher, then back at Rhiallis. He shrugged, but she thought she detected a smile this time.
\n      \t\u201cWell,\u201d Navara said, sheathing her blade. \u201cIts at least sixty feet up. We\u2019re all exhausted. Maybe we should just, rest here, get some sleep, and then try and conquer the climb.\u201d
\n      \tNo one spoke it out loud, but everyone glanced first at Anevia, her broken leg preventing her from climbing, then at Aravashnial, whose eyes had been destroyed by Khorramzedeh\u2019s electrified whip.
\n      \t\u201c…yeah, that\u2019s probably a good idea,\u201d Lucien said, shouldering his bow.
\n      \t\u201cRight.\u201d
\n      \t\u201cSure.\u201d
\n      \tRhiallis stretched her arms above her head, palms toward the sky, and then nodded as well. \u201cGood idea. Definitely. Good idea indeed.\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 \u201cMonotony\u201d, is a piece I wrote about my PC in Mark’s new (Good) Pathfinder Campaign.       Be forewarned, there are mature themes and naughty language below. – \u2013 \u2013 \u2013 \u2013 \u2013 \u2013 \u2013 \u2013 \u2013 –       Hours later, with the Temple of Torag… <\/p>\n

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