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The morning after they entered the "library", the whole party, aside the kender who had gone to Paladine knows where, was having breakfast. Their waking up wasn't one of the most pleasurable ones: they found a sack "somebody" brought in while they were sleeping and, judging by how the magic users in the group reacted, it contained powerful magical artifacts. No one dared opening it, at least for the time being. After all, they all wanted some peace after the supposition that this elusive Herald was probably the one gifting them with the objects.
With a sigh and a last bite at her breakfast, Brimelle looked around the room, only to notice a strange man dressed in a plain brown robe. He was mostly anonymous, was it not for the two deer horns that sprouted out of his forehead, partially covered by the old man's white long hair: they sure weren't fake. She discarded that guy, not really liking the "headpiece", returning to talk with the rest of the group, writing down their plan of action for the day.
"The kender wanted to go to Toradin, he said we had to be there in one month time. We should start our journey and reach that city and, hopefully, we will find Ruru waiting for us in there." Vorador proposed.
"I agree with you," the minotaur interceded, "but we must first buy what will be needed for our travels at the bazaar."
"I also suggest a visit at the temple of Mishakal, to heal our wounds and be on our way safely." Aliranne added.
Brimelle nodded to all the affirmations before following the group out of the Inn, through the street of the desertic city of Tarsis. She too had something she would have liked to do before leaving the place.
The first stop was the temple of Mishakal. There were a lot of people and more than one queue were situated at the entrance of the building. Luckily for the heroes, the queue they were in seemed to proceed at normal pace, allowing them to be received by a cleric after not too long.
While Kon es Kaz was being healed by one of the clerics, Brimelle asked another one if they had seen the doll of a little girl lying around. It wasn't long before this last cleric came back with the toy, offering it to the centaur and then returning to his duties. The equine girl trotted lightly towards the minotaur, holding the only memory of Chaldar in her hands. Without a word, aside an introductory "Kon?", she offered the doll to the anthropomorphic armored cow, smiling warmly in compassion.
After the temple, they went to the market place, in order to change some gems, which they had received while fighting some crystallized scorpions, for money. Brimelle wanted to do the work herself, but the door wasn't big enough for a centaur to go through, so she left Aliranne with the gems, accompanied by Kon, while she stood in front of the entrance with Vorador by her side.
To keep the conversation alive, while the other two were inside discussing vividly on the price of some gems, Brimelle started questioning the human necromancer about his past. He immediately started to fiddle with his wedding ring.
"I wasn't always like this. I used to be a cleric of Mishakal. Then... some bandits attacked us, me and my wife..."
"...go on?" Brimelle fostered him at the first long awkward silence.
"We were both injuried. I made it, my wife didn't. After that, I discovered that I could do.. what I can do now. Skeletons, monsters.. you call it."
She remembered the first time he summoned an undead in front of her eyes. She was now a little bit more acquainted with such a sight, but the taste of her own vomit and the smell of the putrefaction was still printed in her mind. She tried desperately to divert the topic.
"A-and what about the Herald? I get that you are on this adventure because of him. What is his role in your story?"
"They told me that while I was sleeping, recovering from the attack, this "Herald" watched over me." Right in that moment, Aliranne and Kon es Kaz came out of the market. "I want to find him and make him explain why he did this to me and how. Now, let's go to the bazaar."
The group reached the bazaar with no real troubles: it was just right outside of the city. Vorador went to buy alchemy ingredients, Kon es Kaz set his eyes on a new armor and Brimelle went shopping for a decent dress with Aliranne and Muninn. After they bought what they had to (considering that it was the kender the one with the map), they started their journey back to Thorbardin and then towards Solamnia via ship.
They've been walking through the desert for a couple hours when they saw the man with the deer antlers sprinting towards them from the distance. They were puzzled and didn't know how to react. Their first reaction was to make sure their weapons were ready, but the man didn't seem to be having bad intentions. Quite the contrary: he stopped a few meters before them, turned around and assumed a fighting stance. Soon enough, the party discovered that there was a Bulette coming their way.
After defeating the land-shark, the mysterious man came out of his shadow: he was Aaon and, apparently, they had woken him up. How? By letting the Chaos in this world once more, of course, Brimelle thought. Well, it was our fault if he woke up, we could at least take him with us if he so wishes. Thinking like this, she wasn't contrary to the man joining the party, although she still couldn't understand how somebody could grow such a pair of antlers.
They were just walking, once again, towards Thorbardin when, suddenly, vibrations shook the ground. A giant crack that went down slowly, like a gentle slope, opened in the direction they were going. Brimelle became as pale as her coat. Did it reach Thorbardin? Did we kill innocent people again?! She ran off into the distance, her heart aching, her eyes blind with sorrow. Finally, she stopped: the crack didn't go in the direction of the dwarven city. She sighed in relief, dropping down on the sand, knackered.
When the others reached her, they decided to go down into the crack and see if it was like the one that opened in half the city of Thorbardin: it was. But this time there were no crystal scorpions to wait for them: two earth elementals came out of the "walls" attacking the group.
They successfully defeated this foe, once again, although Aliranne was in grave danger for a moment there. They alld ecided that it wasn't a good idea to try and go on in the crack, so they started to circumnavigate it from above. Following its trail, they reached a grassy landscape with a port city in the distance.
Brimelle went down on her front hooves and started grazing. The peace didn't last long, as always. Another crack opened, this time in the ocean itself! Tentacles crept out of the hole, causing havoc in the city below, but no real danger was being put over the city as the tentacles slowly dissolved into dust, leaving only a grey gem fragment that took off and flew on the other side of the sea.
And as the boats were trying to keep their balance and not to create a shipwreck, Brimelle plopped down on the grass and started crying.
"Why... why us?! What did we d-do?! W-why are we causing this?!?" she whined.
"Brimelle.." Aliranne knelt beside her, placing a hand over her shoulder. "It's not your fault..."
"Yes it is!! Thou were not there, t-thou cannot understand!"
Everytime she said a word, she seemed to be closing in herself a bit more, but Aliranne wasn't there to give up. She let go of the others, who were going to check in the city for a ship to Solamnia, and tried to cheer up the centaur in front of her.
"Listen, Brimelle, it was not your fault, ok? We are just on the path someone is laying before us, but that does not mean that we can't break free... what happened exactly?"
"W-we..." the centaur kept shivering and crying. "w-we were near Prayer's Eye Peak.. t-there was a statue of a deer, p-probably a r..r..representation of Paladine and... something in.. Kothian on the b-base of the statue. K-kon put his hand over there and r-read the phrase o-out loud and..." She stopped.
"And? Brimelle, I can't help you if you don't-"
"And then we caused all THIS!" Brimelle suddenly raised her head, hinting at everything around her. "Everywhere we go, we just bring more suffering! We have freed something... something that was guarded by the statue... and now that something is destroying Ansalon! Chaos, we freed Chaos! It is all our fault, all my fault.."
Aliranne kept her hand over her shoulder. "Brimelle.. please.. it wasn't you, it's the Herald's fault."
"But it was US who opened the... -thing-! The Herald was not there!"
"Listen. Imagine that there is a blind person who always takes a walk on a precise path that goes on a cliff near a village. Suppose that someone puts a giant rock on the cliff, easy to be pushed over when the blind person arrive. Suppose also that the blind person does push the rock over, unintentionally because he didn't see it, and kills somebody in the village. Whose fault is it?"
Brimelle remained silent.
"Whose fault, Brimelle?"
Still silence.
"It's not the blind person's fault, Brimelle. You are that person. You all didn't know that inside that cave, or whatever, such a terrible thing was being held. It is not your fault."
A murmur escaped Brimelle's lips.
"Yes it is.."
"..What?" Aliranne raised an eyebrow.
"Yes," The centaur repeated. "it is."
"No it isn't." The mage replied.
"Yes it is." Brimelle muttered, her hands closing into fists.
"No. It. Isn't."
"YES! IT! IS!"
Brimelle, her pain, frustration, guilt and suffering mixing all together, hit both Aliranne and herself with a sonic explosion before dropping down on the grass once more, as if exhausted, her eyes blinded by tears.
"Yes it is, yes it is, yes it is, yes it is.."
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The morning after they entered the "library", the whole party, aside the kender who had gone to Paladine knows where, was having breakfast. Their waking up wasn't one of the most pleasurable ones: they found a sack "somebody" brought in while they were sleeping and, judging by how the magic users in the group reacted, it contained powerful magical artifacts. No one dared opening it, at least for the time being. After all, they all wanted some peace after the supposition that this elusive Herald was probably the one gifting them with the objects.
With a sigh and a last bite at her breakfast, Brimelle looked around the room, only to notice a strange man dressed in a plain brown robe. He was mostly anonymous, was it not for the two deer horns that sprouted out of his forehead, partially covered by the old man's white long hair: they sure weren't fake. She discarded that guy, not really liking the "headpiece", returning to talk with the rest of the group, writing down their plan of action for the day.
"The kender wanted to go to Toradin, he said we had to be there in one month time. We should start our journey and reach that city and, hopefully, we will find Ruru waiting for us in there." Vorador proposed.
"I agree with you," the minotaur interceded, "but we must first buy what will be needed for our travels at the bazaar."
"I also suggest a visit at the temple of Mishakal, to heal our wounds and be on our way safely." Aliranne added.
Brimelle nodded to all the affirmations before following the group out of the Inn, through the street of the desertic city of Tarsis. She too had something she would have liked to do before leaving the place.
The first stop was the temple of Mishakal. There were a lot of people and more than one queue were situated at the entrance of the building. Luckily for the heroes, the queue they were in seemed to proceed at normal pace, allowing them to be received by a cleric after not too long.
While Kon es Kaz was being healed by one of the clerics, Brimelle asked another one if they had seen the doll of a little girl lying around. It wasn't long before this last cleric came back with the toy, offering it to the centaur and then returning to his duties. The equine girl trotted lightly towards the minotaur, holding the only memory of Chaldar in her hands. Without a word, aside an introductory "Kon?", she offered the doll to the anthropomorphic armored cow, smiling warmly in compassion.
After the temple, they went to the market place, in order to change some gems, which they had received while fighting some crystallized scorpions, for money. Brimelle wanted to do the work herself, but the door wasn't big enough for a centaur to go through, so she left Aliranne with the gems, accompanied by Kon, while she stood in front of the entrance with Vorador by her side.
To keep the conversation alive, while the other two were inside discussing vividly on the price of some gems, Brimelle started questioning the human necromancer about his past. He immediately started to fiddle with his wedding ring.
"I wasn't always like this. I used to be a cleric of Mishakal. Then... some bandits attacked us, me and my wife..."
"...go on?" Brimelle fostered him at the first long awkward silence.
"We were both injuried. I made it, my wife didn't. After that, I discovered that I could do.. what I can do now. Skeletons, monsters.. you call it."
She remembered the first time he summoned an undead in front of her eyes. She was now a little bit more acquainted with such a sight, but the taste of her own vomit and the smell of the putrefaction was still printed in her mind. She tried desperately to divert the topic.
"A-and what about the Herald? I get that you are on this adventure because of him. What is his role in your story?"
"They told me that while I was sleeping, recovering from the attack, this "Herald" watched over me." Right in that moment, Aliranne and Kon es Kaz came out of the market. "I want to find him and make him explain why he did this to me and how. Now, let's go to the bazaar."
The group reached the bazaar with no real troubles: it was just right outside of the city. Vorador went to buy alchemy ingredients, Kon es Kaz set his eyes on a new armor and Brimelle went shopping for a decent dress with Aliranne and Muninn. After they bought what they had to (considering that it was the kender the one with the map), they started their journey back to Thorbardin and then towards Solamnia via ship.
They've been walking through the desert for a couple hours when they saw the man with the deer antlers sprinting towards them from the distance. They were puzzled and didn't know how to react. Their first reaction was to make sure their weapons were ready, but the man didn't seem to be having bad intentions. Quite the contrary: he stopped a few meters before them, turned around and assumed a fighting stance. Soon enough, the party discovered that there was a Bulette coming their way.
After defeating the land-shark, the mysterious man came out of his shadow: he was Aaon and, apparently, they had woken him up. How? By letting the Chaos in this world once more, of course, Brimelle thought. Well, it was our fault if he woke up, we could at least take him with us if he so wishes. Thinking like this, she wasn't contrary to the man joining the party, although she still couldn't understand how somebody could grow such a pair of antlers.
They were just walking, once again, towards Thorbardin when, suddenly, vibrations shook the ground. A giant crack that went down slowly, like a gentle slope, opened in the direction they were going. Brimelle became as pale as her coat. Did it reach Thorbardin? Did we kill innocent people again?! She ran off into the distance, her heart aching, her eyes blind with sorrow. Finally, she stopped: the crack didn't go in the direction of the dwarven city. She sighed in relief, dropping down on the sand, knackered.
When the others reached her, they decided to go down into the crack and see if it was like the one that opened in half the city of Thorbardin: it was. But this time there were no crystal scorpions to wait for them: two earth elementals came out of the "walls" attacking the group.
They successfully defeated this foe, once again, although Aliranne was in grave danger for a moment there. They alld ecided that it wasn't a good idea to try and go on in the crack, so they started to circumnavigate it from above. Following its trail, they reached a grassy landscape with a port city in the distance.
Brimelle went down on her front hooves and started grazing. The peace didn't last long, as always. Another crack opened, this time in the ocean itself! Tentacles crept out of the hole, causing havoc in the city below, but no real danger was being put over the city as the tentacles slowly dissolved into dust, leaving only a grey gem fragment that took off and flew on the other side of the sea.
And as the boats were trying to keep their balance and not to create a shipwreck, Brimelle plopped down on the grass and started crying.
"Why... why us?! What did we d-do?! W-why are we causing this?!?" she whined.
"Brimelle.." Aliranne knelt beside her, placing a hand over her shoulder. "It's not your fault..."
"Yes it is!! Thou were not there, t-thou cannot understand!"
Everytime she said a word, she seemed to be closing in herself a bit more, but Aliranne wasn't there to give up. She let go of the others, who were going to check in the city for a ship to Solamnia, and tried to cheer up the centaur in front of her.
"Listen, Brimelle, it was not your fault, ok? We are just on the path someone is laying before us, but that does not mean that we can't break free... what happened exactly?"
"W-we..." the centaur kept shivering and crying. "w-we were near Prayer's Eye Peak.. t-there was a statue of a deer, p-probably a r..r..representation of Paladine and... something in.. Kothian on the b-base of the statue. K-kon put his hand over there and r-read the phrase o-out loud and..." She stopped.
"And? Brimelle, I can't help you if you don't-"
"And then we caused all THIS!" Brimelle suddenly raised her head, hinting at everything around her. "Everywhere we go, we just bring more suffering! We have freed something... something that was guarded by the statue... and now that something is destroying Ansalon! Chaos, we freed Chaos! It is all our fault, all my fault.."
Aliranne kept her hand over her shoulder. "Brimelle.. please.. it wasn't you, it's the Herald's fault."
"But it was US who opened the... -thing-! The Herald was not there!"
"Listen. Imagine that there is a blind person who always takes a walk on a precise path that goes on a cliff near a village. Suppose that someone puts a giant rock on the cliff, easy to be pushed over when the blind person arrive. Suppose also that the blind person does push the rock over, unintentionally because he didn't see it, and kills somebody in the village. Whose fault is it?"
Brimelle remained silent.
"Whose fault, Brimelle?"
Still silence.
"It's not the blind person's fault, Brimelle. You are that person. You all didn't know that inside that cave, or whatever, such a terrible thing was being held. It is not your fault."
A murmur escaped Brimelle's lips.
"Yes it is.."
"..What?" Aliranne raised an eyebrow.
"Yes," The centaur repeated. "it is."
"No it isn't." The mage replied.
"Yes it is." Brimelle muttered, her hands closing into fists.
"No. It. Isn't."
"YES! IT! IS!"
Brimelle, her pain, frustration, guilt and suffering mixing all together, hit both Aliranne and herself with a sonic explosion before dropping down on the grass once more, as if exhausted, her eyes blinded by tears.
"Yes it is, yes it is, yes it is, yes it is.."
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