{"id":997,"date":"2014-04-21T13:38:27","date_gmt":"2014-04-21T18:38:27","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/jeezjosie.com\/blog\/?p=997"},"modified":"2014-04-11T04:40:50","modified_gmt":"2014-04-11T09:40:50","slug":"radiance","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/jeezjosie.com\/blog\/2014\/04\/radiance\/","title":{"rendered":"Rhiallis: Radiance"},"content":{"rendered":"

      Today\u2019s snippet, titled \u201cRadiance\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      \tRhiallis pushed her hair out of her eyes, hardly even noticing the stray blood that turned pale hair crimson. It was not her own blood, though she had shed plenty this day, for it lacked the distinctive golden shimmer that hers bore. Shed by either the monstrous bitch with her queer little spider-legs or the blue-skinned tiefling, Rhiallis had to force her mind to ignore its presence. It may be amongst the first blood I shed in Her service, but it will not be the last. I must be immured to the sight, the smell, the taste. I must never be perturbed by it. Never.<\/em>
\n      \t\u201cA letter,\u201d someone said, unrolling the parchment. \u201cShould I read it aloud?\u201d
\n      \t\u201cWhere\u2019s that key she wore? I bet it fits this lockbox here.\u201d Mira\u2019s voice came from behind a table, where she was shuffling around in the rubble. A moment later she popped up with the key in hand. \u201cGot it!\u201d
\n      \tEveryone fell silent as Mickey righted a table for Mira to work at. With delicate little fingers, she investigated every last inch of the surface to make sure it had not been boobytrapped. Her eyes met Rhiallis\u2019 and they exchanged a wry grin, as if to say \u2018Here goes nothing\u2019.
\n      \tClick.<\/em>
\n      \tLeaning over, practically inhaling Emma\u2019s silvery hair as she strained to see, Rhiallis and the others jostled for better position. Inside the box lay a case and a pouch, there were a few rolled scrolls and trinkets. She could not use a spell to detect the taste of magic on the case or it\u2019s contents, but somehow, she could feel <\/em>importance. She could sense that there was something – something <\/em>– inside that long wooden case that held some intrinsic value she could not readily define.
\n      \t\u201cSpells,\u201d Mira said, giving each parchment a cursory glance before handing them to Navara. Her tiny, deft digits lifted the pouch and spilled its contents into her palm. \u201cOh! See how these little beauties sparkle! I love gemstones.\u201d
\n      \tRhiallis wet her lips, fidgeting. Every second of delay seemed an eternity. Open the case, open the case, open it, open it, open it! <\/em>
\n      \t\u201cWhat\u2019s in the case?\u201d Lucien asked, laconically. Rhiallis felt her eyes widen in disbelief. How can he be so casual? So…bored? Does he not recognize the- whatever it is? Do none of them?<\/em>
\n      \t\u201cLet\u2019s see.\u201d Mira began carefully – so carefully! – examining the long, narrow case. \u201cNothing dangerous I can see. I\u2019ll just flip this here and there!\u201d
\n      \tShe opened the lid; it did not squeal, so fine was the craftsmanship.
\n      \tRhiallis inhaled but found that she could not exhale, she could not breathe. Her eyes felt the size of grapefruits, twinned golden orbs that could not be drawn from the velvet bed within the case.
\n      \tThe sword was exquisite. The blade was honed to a razor sharpness, deadly and beautiful, but it appeared to be made of solid gold. But that\u2019s silly<\/em>, she thought, her fingers pressed to her mouth, her hand trembling. A gold blade would be useless in a fight…so soft and malleable.<\/em>
\n      \t\u201cWhat is it? Gold-plated?\u201d The sneering elf took a moment\u2019s interest in their discovery to move forward, his brilliant eyes sliding along the weapon like a lover\u2019s body. Rhiallis felt a hot stab of jealousy and fought the urge to snatch the weapon from its case and clutch it to her bosom. She wanted it. More than any material object she had ever known, Rhiallis longed to wrap her fingers around the grip feel its power in her hand. She wanted to stroke the pommel and whet the blade to maintain its perfect edge, she wanted to run a fingertip along the fuller and test its sharpness by shaving a peach.
\n      \t\u201cNah,\u201d Idril shook his head, shrugging. He withdrew his hungry gaze and Rhiallis relaxed ever so slightly. \u201cIron. Cold iron, I think. Beautiful though.\u201d
\n      \t\u201cYes,\u201d Rhiallis agreed, her voice one step above a whisper.
\n      \t\u201cLongsword,\u201d Navara said, picking it up. \u201cMagic…or- not? I- I\u2019m not really sure. It seems like there should be, or is? But\u2026 I can\u2019t really. Make it out.\u201d
\n      \t\u201cOl\u2019 blind-eyes, maybe he\u2019ll know,\u201d Emma drawled. \u201cLet Rhiallis carry it, anyway, she wields a longsword in Iomedae\u2019s name and if this really does belong to some old famous Paladin\u2026\u201d
\n      \tShe trailed off. Rhiallis tried to inhale again, but her breath stuck in her throat. Reaching for it gingerly, she tried to disguise her eagerness, the trembling of her fingertips, the lust in her heart.
\n      \t\u201cMay I?\u201d
\n      \tNo one objected. Rhiallis felt a quiver deep in her belly as she took the sword into her hands with a reverence normally reserved for only the holiest of sacred objects.
\n      \t\u201cThis-\u201d She began, wetting her lips again. The blade began to glow the instant her fingers touched it, a radiant torch of what could only be holy light. Rhiallis raised her eyes, a blissful smile spreading across her face. \u201cThis is\u2026 perfect.\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 \u201cRadiance\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 –       Rhiallis pushed her hair out of her… <\/p>\n

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