Sanria kissed Matinus on the head, the boy sitting on the couch with her so long, reading his heart out until he had fallen asleep. She slipped from his side, covering him with the light blanket that lay on the back of the sofa and quietly ascended the stairs. She found Kaliadra sitting up in Matinus' bed, looking out the window. "He's burying him," she said without turning around. Sanria walked in and looked out of the window, then sat on the edge of the bed.
"How are you, Kaliadra?"
The elven woman turned to look at Sanria, her face seeming worn and tired. "How are we, you mean?"
"I suppose that would be a good starting point."
"We can't die, Sanria."
"I feared that."
"I don't know how to get this spell off of me, and if I can not, we are in for a long road of eternal suffering. I am afraid all the sorcerers I knew are either dead or vanished beyond all reaching."
"Perhaps we don't have to suffer?"
Kaliadra smirked and Sanria looked down. "I felt it, you know? When you were down there with Colin. He recalls, does he not?"
"Yes," Sanria sighed quietly. "He does."
"What will you do?"
"I married Gilean, didn't I?"
"Yes. That you did. But you are not known for keeping yourself away from Colin in any reliable fashion."
"I'll have to. Gilean has been so hurt - first with Claire and that whole Ruthivan business, then with Velentham..."
Sanria stopped and stared at her lap. "Kaliadra, I'm pregnant with his child."
"I'm sorry."
"What do I do? Do I keep this in penance for all the young lives I have lost? Or do I get rid of it to keep myself from possibly hating a child?"
"You would not hate it, Sanria," Kaliadra said, giving a half smile.
"You have never managed to hate a child, even the ones that might be deserving of it."
"But what about Gilean?"
"Perhaps you should ask him his opinion?"
Sanria continued staring, her eyes leaving her lap and falling onto the carpeted floor. She let out a deep sigh. "Kaliadra, I'm sorry."
"For?"
"Everything. Driving you insane, making you feel all my pain."
"We cannot control what we feel, Sanria," Kaliadra sighed and looked back out the window. "We can only do the best we can do."
"Somehow I feel that I should be able to do better than what I have."
"Mmm. Perhaps. This may be your opportunity."
"What do you mean?"
"You have a boy who has adopted you as his mother, a husband who is sick with worry that you are going to leave him - "
Sanria looked up at Kaliadra. "What?"
"There are things I can feel that you cannot, and that man digging the hole is terrified that he has lost you to Colin already."
"He... is?"
"And, I should add," she said, turning her eyes onto Sanria, "Your daughter knew I was a wolf without my being a wolf."
"Nioma?"
"It seems she has some aptitude after all, what use it will be remains to be seen."
Current Character Description - Astafas Lochness
Sitting.......... Actually standing straight up watching every suttle move made is Astafas Lochness of Torregiano. His body is covered by heavy armor covering his chubby build. He looks very weak and old as if the realm of Waterdeep has rested many ages on his shoulders. He slowly moves closer and closer. His image of weakness seems to disappear, revealing that his whole body mass is pure muscle. The weapons he wields is stained with the blood of his foes. With a quick blink of an eye, he vanishes and appears before you. Astafas grins and states,"Long Live TriPower and begone Vector scum!"
Current Character Description - Vandalandius
Before you stands a being draped in a emroidered robe bearing an insignia of an hourglass and skull. He has the height of a titan, but bears a pixie like body structure. His face is handsome with a warm smile across. This is surely Vandalandius Fairfax. He bears a silver shield depicting a Dragon, and various amulets and rings, each holding your gaze as if hypnotizing you with their faint glow. A gap in his robe reveals a prismatic suit of armor and various other exotic garbs. His broad smile and playful nature accentuated by his Fairfax charm make him appear to be a pretty nice guy.
Current Character Description - Starlight
Before you stands a female drow Sorceress. Long coal-black hair with a cyan stripe wave in the wind, flaming robes and fire enchanted vestments emit immense heat and a sense of great power over the element of fire. Calmly looking around with an absent gleam of slight insanity in her eyes, the stout dark elf draws forth a whirpool of fiery flames and disappears...
Current Character Description - Cragath
A short and overweight striding bard stands here, flagon of evermead in one hand and a light shortsword in the other. A weirwood harp is hanging from his belt, shimmering brightly.
The night is cold, the winds are out;
There's naught but stars and clouds about,
So if ye would, pull down that spout,
And draw me off a pint of stout.
I'd offer silver, even gold
For brew to cut this bitter cold
It's not a night for man nor beast,
Save for the hops and brewer's yeast...
Alas, my purse is thin and slack,
But lend me coin, I'll pay it back;
Or take in trade my song of mirth,
For it's at least a dollar's worth!
I thank ye kindly in advance,
For stout to drink and pipes for dance
A thousand blessings on this inn...
I'll gladly stop this way again.
The night is cold, the winds are out;
There's naught but stars and clouds about,
So if ye would, pull down that spout,
And draw me off a pint of stout.
I'd offer silver, even gold
For brew to cut this bitter cold
It's not a night for man nor beast,
Save for the hops and brewer's yeast...
Alas, my purse is thin and slack,
But lend me coin, I'll pay it back;
Or take in trade my song of mirth,
For it's at least a dollar's worth!
I thank ye kindly in advance,
For stout to drink and pipes for dance
A thousand blessings on this inn...
I'll gladly stop this way again.
Current Character Description - Jessiah Falion
From a blinding flash of light emerges the sagely figure of handsome well-built man. As he draws farther from the shimmering beams, his glowing white eyes reflect onto the surrounding plane. Across his back hangs the sword engraved "REDEEMER". With its hilt iridescent over his right shoulder, a streek of dark, dusty-yellow hair lays along the beautiful sword and down the mans muscular back. His hair a heritage of his mother, that of which he and his two brothers claim; The sword, of his father, a proprietor of great power, and a reminder of a mournful past. On his chest lies the mark of the Falion family, the head of the beautiful black and grey great wolf, tattoo'd across his chest. And around his neck, a chain baring the pendant of the Key of Life(also known as ankh), one of the four sacred family medallions. His calm and sagely expression, along with an unmistakable holy aura suggest that he is a blessed and powerful priest. Although his dark appearance implies an eccentric and mysterious persona.
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