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06 - Escaping Reality
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She was pale as a corpse whilst they were traveling back to the third floor of the city of Thorbardin, surrounded by all of the clerics of the city, aside the cleric of Habbakuk who died giving his life for the cleric of Branchala in the fight against the Soul Eater, fight that happened only a few moments before. She wasn't feeling sick because she was tired, it was more the sight of all the various corpses of the dead dwarves that were decaying right in front of her eyes at an accelerated pace which was giving her stomach a hard time. But, after all, that was the sign that they succeeded and that the souls of those who died in that place were finally saved and could proceed in their next stage.
She sighed as Vorador muttered a few words of comfort to try and avoid that the centaur would puke her esophagus out in front of all those clerics. As they reached the surface, the party was greeted by an exultant crowd. Some called them "Heroes!" other "Saviours!"; Brimelle could do nothing but blush.
Later that day, Brimelle, Kon es Kaz, Vorador, Aliranne and Ruru were all sitting in the tavern, the Sacred Anvil, drinking and celebrating in the intimacy of that almost-desert place. Some colour had returned to the girl's cheeks, but she was still feeling a bit queasy, only a teeny tiny little bit.
Suddenly, the door of the tavern opened and footsteps could be heard on the stone floor approaching the group. Brimelle and her companions turned to look at the newly arrived dwarf, a kid nonetheless, who stood right in front of them.
"Ahem, the... the Council would like to have a private meeting with you.."
He muttered in his squeaky voice. The companions looked at each other before standing up, going to follow the young dwarf through all of the second floor of that city encased in rock till they reached the headquarters of the Council. As they entered the imposing building, they were greeted with reverence by all the people present at the time. What happened next was mostly an elegy made by Isarn Maglioardente himself accompanied by the gifting of a brooch for every "hero" that would have testified their heroic deeds to anyone of dwarven lineage. The five companions accepted the gift before being accompanied into another room where a team of female dwarves measured them for the construction of a set of life-sized statues, always in their honor.
In the end, they were able to exit the Council headquarters, wanting to proceed back to the tavern, sleep and arrange for their next destination, but they weren't prepared for what was awaiting them. The square antecedent the building they just got out of was crammed with dwarves, all shouting and clapping hands at the unusual party. It was only in that moment that Brimelle realized the real importance of their deed, fighting the Soul Eater and freeing the trapped dwarven souls. She felt so blissfully embarassed that, if the coulour hadn't returned to her visage till that moment, now she even looked more red that she usually was, her freckles almost appearing lighter than her skin tone. And then, delirium.
A mother asked Vorador if her daughter (nota bene, a toddler) could become his wife. Immediately. A group of three children gathered around Aliranne asking her to perform her magic, which she did by conjuring three dancing lights, and then stubbornly insisting that they wanted to "learn how to magic too". A few other kids decided to importunate the kender, but he was able to keep them at bay with a demonstration of his hoopak. Two dwarves presented themselves to Kon es Kaz, offering him and his companions a beer at the Sacred Anvil that same afternoon/evening, an offer that the minotaur gladly accepted. And then there was Brimelle.
A little girl, older than the other kids albeit not a teenager, made her way through the crowd, shyly standing in front of the big centaur. Brimelle lowered her head as soon as she heard that voice spoke.
"Excuse me, miss..."
The words poured down with awkwardness mixed with agitation from her tiny lips.
"Can I..."
She didn't finish the sentence, as if afraid that her words could become alive and eat her awhole. She simply raised her hand, pointing with her tiny, puffy fingers the back of her interlocutor. Brimelle smiled warmly, a smile full of motherly love. Without a word, she bent down, kneeling on her front legs.
"Come on, jump in."
She uttered gently. The little girl smiled too, excited. She jumped towards the equine body, climbing up the side and crawling until she reached the top. As soon as she was secured on top of her, Brimelle neared the crowd, asking gently.
"Sorry to be a bother, but could you please make wa-"
She couldn't finish her sentence that one of the dwarves that crammed the place was already shouting out loud.
"DID YOU HEAR THE EQUINE LADY?! MAKE WAY FOR HER!"
A magician couldn't have done a better work; the crowd split in two creating a course that could even bring the traveler back to the starting point. Brimelle flushed once more, not used to all of this attention nor respect for her words. She patted the little girl on the back.
"Hold on tight."
She whispered and the girl obliged. The centaur closed her eyes, breathing the warm air of the underground city in her lungs. She reared with a yell before launching herself into a wild ride. How long had it been since the last time she had run so fast, unbridled? A long time for sure. All her worries seemed to escape her mind, slipping away, not able to keep hold of the fast-running centaur, falling on the stone floor of the city, between the cheering crowd.
Soon enough she felt as if she was able to escape reality altogether. She wasn't in Thorbardin anymore, she was somewhere else, but she couldn't tell. Her mind no longer registered the hot temperature of the underground forge nor the screaming of the people around her.
It was only her, the kid and the road.
And nothing else mattered.
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She was pale as a corpse whilst they were traveling back to the third floor of the city of Thorbardin, surrounded by all of the clerics of the city, aside the cleric of Habbakuk who died giving his life for the cleric of Branchala in the fight against the Soul Eater, fight that happened only a few moments before. She wasn't feeling sick because she was tired, it was more the sight of all the various corpses of the dead dwarves that were decaying right in front of her eyes at an accelerated pace which was giving her stomach a hard time. But, after all, that was the sign that they succeeded and that the souls of those who died in that place were finally saved and could proceed in their next stage.
She sighed as Vorador muttered a few words of comfort to try and avoid that the centaur would puke her esophagus out in front of all those clerics. As they reached the surface, the party was greeted by an exultant crowd. Some called them "Heroes!" other "Saviours!"; Brimelle could do nothing but blush.
Later that day, Brimelle, Kon es Kaz, Vorador, Aliranne and Ruru were all sitting in the tavern, the Sacred Anvil, drinking and celebrating in the intimacy of that almost-desert place. Some colour had returned to the girl's cheeks, but she was still feeling a bit queasy, only a teeny tiny little bit.
Suddenly, the door of the tavern opened and footsteps could be heard on the stone floor approaching the group. Brimelle and her companions turned to look at the newly arrived dwarf, a kid nonetheless, who stood right in front of them.
"Ahem, the... the Council would like to have a private meeting with you.."
He muttered in his squeaky voice. The companions looked at each other before standing up, going to follow the young dwarf through all of the second floor of that city encased in rock till they reached the headquarters of the Council. As they entered the imposing building, they were greeted with reverence by all the people present at the time. What happened next was mostly an elegy made by Isarn Maglioardente himself accompanied by the gifting of a brooch for every "hero" that would have testified their heroic deeds to anyone of dwarven lineage. The five companions accepted the gift before being accompanied into another room where a team of female dwarves measured them for the construction of a set of life-sized statues, always in their honor.
In the end, they were able to exit the Council headquarters, wanting to proceed back to the tavern, sleep and arrange for their next destination, but they weren't prepared for what was awaiting them. The square antecedent the building they just got out of was crammed with dwarves, all shouting and clapping hands at the unusual party. It was only in that moment that Brimelle realized the real importance of their deed, fighting the Soul Eater and freeing the trapped dwarven souls. She felt so blissfully embarassed that, if the coulour hadn't returned to her visage till that moment, now she even looked more red that she usually was, her freckles almost appearing lighter than her skin tone. And then, delirium.
A mother asked Vorador if her daughter (nota bene, a toddler) could become his wife. Immediately. A group of three children gathered around Aliranne asking her to perform her magic, which she did by conjuring three dancing lights, and then stubbornly insisting that they wanted to "learn how to magic too". A few other kids decided to importunate the kender, but he was able to keep them at bay with a demonstration of his hoopak. Two dwarves presented themselves to Kon es Kaz, offering him and his companions a beer at the Sacred Anvil that same afternoon/evening, an offer that the minotaur gladly accepted. And then there was Brimelle.
A little girl, older than the other kids albeit not a teenager, made her way through the crowd, shyly standing in front of the big centaur. Brimelle lowered her head as soon as she heard that voice spoke.
"Excuse me, miss..."
The words poured down with awkwardness mixed with agitation from her tiny lips.
"Can I..."
She didn't finish the sentence, as if afraid that her words could become alive and eat her awhole. She simply raised her hand, pointing with her tiny, puffy fingers the back of her interlocutor. Brimelle smiled warmly, a smile full of motherly love. Without a word, she bent down, kneeling on her front legs.
"Come on, jump in."
She uttered gently. The little girl smiled too, excited. She jumped towards the equine body, climbing up the side and crawling until she reached the top. As soon as she was secured on top of her, Brimelle neared the crowd, asking gently.
"Sorry to be a bother, but could you please make wa-"
She couldn't finish her sentence that one of the dwarves that crammed the place was already shouting out loud.
"DID YOU HEAR THE EQUINE LADY?! MAKE WAY FOR HER!"
A magician couldn't have done a better work; the crowd split in two creating a course that could even bring the traveler back to the starting point. Brimelle flushed once more, not used to all of this attention nor respect for her words. She patted the little girl on the back.
"Hold on tight."
She whispered and the girl obliged. The centaur closed her eyes, breathing the warm air of the underground city in her lungs. She reared with a yell before launching herself into a wild ride. How long had it been since the last time she had run so fast, unbridled? A long time for sure. All her worries seemed to escape her mind, slipping away, not able to keep hold of the fast-running centaur, falling on the stone floor of the city, between the cheering crowd.
Soon enough she felt as if she was able to escape reality altogether. She wasn't in Thorbardin anymore, she was somewhere else, but she couldn't tell. Her mind no longer registered the hot temperature of the underground forge nor the screaming of the people around her.
It was only her, the kid and the road.
And nothing else mattered.
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