Session 62 (2nd half): Perspectives on the living
Party members:
Iloa the big fat guyHorcus, the not so big and fat guy
Weasel, the not at all big and fast guy
Gaxx, the big green guy
Erolith, the annoying guy
Sadie, the short one
Marokin, the other guy...
To have time for everything… how often did I think to myself “How nice would it be to have time for everything!” pff what do you do, when everything is done? What remains?
This stupid mirror…
And Erolith… or Mindartis, or however he calls himself now… he should have known about it, he should have known and warned me…
This stupid Marokin… this curious idoit
What remains?
Not even my screams, my shouting that taunted me, the echo of the banging against this glass wall, the sounds of the bolts bouncing off of it. It fades, it diverges, it seizes.
I have recounted the events to me so many times already, what harm will do a repetition? What good will it do… Whereas first I was afraid of going mad, by now I am certain.
What date was it again? Calsar… the 8th. Calsar the 8th. Calsar the … 8th … the 8th of Calsar. The 8th.
Erolith, yes, it was Erolith, first he told me not to come, then he send to me, then he let me die, I guess. I am still not certain about this part, but I might be? Though this does not match the promises of the gods and the afterlife of legends. But well, most gods lie anyway…
This temple, fane, shack of some all high beingly being… That place he had been mumbling on about, again, and again. Where are your mumbles now? I would love to hear them, hear anything that stays, that is not my voice or my play. Come and mumble to me, stupid elf. We did not even get your goblin friend… or maybe you did, what do I know. That whole endeavour, a full blown cluster fuck.
The sword should have told us everything… There was a sword, wasn’t there? I am sure there was one. A sword in the fountain… loaded with magic… like the ones in in the ancient tomb. I wonder what happened to that place. Also there it was you, Erolith, you and your curiosity, your running into rooms without waiting, that summoned animated swords. Just like that again they came flying on us…
There was also a ghost back then… but back then I was able to heal the ones that got struck down.
“The first duty in combat is to keep your comrades alive. If one goes down, get them up!” Isn’t that right? Now then… I failed to follow that rule, and others have failed to bring me up, I assume. Well Beldak, I kept our oath, I kept the secrets until my end.
The swords and the ghost… I liked the other one better, at least this one did not complain about my pronunciation… Horcus… I can’t see him around, I wonder where he went to. Maybe this is what I get for what my ancestors did… well, screw them then… What happened to Horcus?
Right, the mirror… another me… how hilarious, how comic, it is already hard to stand one of my kind, I wonder why they didn’t just run when there were two of me… fools… I miss them, I miss the screaming...The me managed to cast on Horcus and slowly widdled away his strength. And there was this harp. It was playing on its own, it played a strange tune.
Da da taaa ta da brrrrrrrrr dum di di dum … yes… mock me echo… but I do recall it! Da da taaaaaaaaaa ta da brrrrrrrm ba pa…
Why did I touch it? Why didn’t I just cut the strings… why didn’t I … I could have gone back to the others.. yes… curiosity… curiosity kills the cockatrice …
Pff… what does it matter… it fades… I’m sure the halfling could tell a tale about that.
The ghost… such an unfriendly fellow, he did not say a single word… where as the other me just giggled… at least it said something, even though it was solely arcane words.
Maybe that is why he is not here… he must still be a shadow… Horcus the haunter… it has a ring to it.
Cain must be so pissed at us. That poor old fellow. First he looses his son, then his son in law disappears, I never could have told him of that, the old brainfart still can’t lie… and now, his friend… and then also Horcus… If only I had had a few seconds more.. 5 seconds… and I could have finished my song and restored him… 5 seconds… well
Now I have them… as many 5 seconds as I could ever want. Maybe the bloke Iloa killed me… though I am pretty sure he hit me with the blunt side. But then again, maybe he reconsidered afterwards… He seems to not be bound by what binds Cain…
Or maybe it was one of the others? I am not a shadow, right? It must have been something else then… Iloa, Sadie, Gaxx, Erolith… did you become tired of me? Managed to do your schemes and plans?
Or maybe it was the shadow… Mocsi, you would not have done it, right? No… nononono, you wouldn’t my little hairy ass monkey…
Well… it sort of was for Syvil… that piece of wood, I guess we are even now, hm? What do you say? Nothing, of course you say nothing… as always, always you say nothing… and you… you silver horned bastard, stop grinning at me… why are you grinning?! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE!? ANSWER ME YOU FUCKING SON OF A COCKATRICE!
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Yes, the breakfast was good. Gaxx, he will learn, not so serious, green behind your ears…
What am I writing here… the beginning has anyway faded…. What good does it do? Nothing remains…I’ll have to start over again… what a waste of time… but then again, I seem to have time. Time is all I have… all I need to waste...
To have time for everything… ho often did I he think “How nice would it be to have time for everything!” pff what do you do, when everything is done? What remains?
This stupid mirror…
And Erolith… or Mindartis, or however he calls himself now… he should have known about it, he should have known and warned me…
This stupid Marokin… this curious idoit
What remains?