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  1. Paladin_girl

    Paladin_girl Between the Chapters of a Dream Staff Member

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    Paladin glanced downwards, her pain evident across her features. Hell was an apt name for it; she'd watched people die, only for them to rise from the grave. The body of Renn, the youngest of them all, burned in her thoughts, despite the fact that she was with them all once again.

    The half-elf took a moment to recover her senses before the rogue continued. She didn't realise that her hands were clasped together: her knuckles had gone white.

    'People change,' she answered gently, 'but the process is a slow one. With Dain, you're watching a droplet fall across glass. I don't think she understands herself sometimes.

    'Now that her father is gone, I... I know that she is probably lost. Now, more than ever.'

    Paladin pulled the chair to sit next to her old friend, placing a hand on his forearm lightly.

    'If she isn't in Midgard, she will be heading back to Dal-Gren. Something is happening there.'

    Her look was that of concern.

    'I think she's afraid of something.'
     
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    "Dal-Gren?" His response was quieter, distracted. He stared at the wall beyond the paladin as he wracked his brain for clues. The rogue knew the name. He had never been there, but anyone in his line of work knew something about it. Good money, he'd heard. Backstabbers, every one of them, always looking for a way to do in someone else. If you accept gold for your sword and don't care who's blood stains it then Dal-Gren was your kind of place. He shook his head to clear the thoughts. These were words of men without honor, not that he could pretend to be above them. Rath as a man was fine, perhaps fine as they come, upstanding some would say, but he knew he was a thief and a mercenary. A killer. Honor wasn't exactly on a list of qualities found amongst thieves. There was even a saying about it, or so he thought.

    Either way, the men telling him about Dal-Gren were not really the kind of men that supplied reliable information. The men that did supply reliable information refused to talk about the desert city. They didn't like it, so they kept their noses out of it. No money in it, they said. The contrast was interesting, but useless at this time. Dain had only ever reiterated the backstabber part, but said not much else. The rogue realized he hadn't spoken for several moments, blinking rapidly and focusing back on Niscar.

    He leaned back in his chair as he spoke clearer this time, "Niscar, do you know how to get to Dal-Gren?"
     
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    Niscar watched her old friend’s thoughts transcend beyond the walls of the little cottage, seeking and remembering things that were far beyond her grasp. She knew better than to interfere, but the concern lingered, her soft features unrelenting.


    When Rath next spoke, the paladin relinquished her gentle hold on his arm, dropping it downward as she leaned her elbows against her knees. She considered the question.


    ‘I’m afraid I have no direct answers for you, Rath,’ she responded, ‘but I can tell you a proverb. We Seekers Banish The Blind.


    ‘I know little about the city itself – no matter how many times I asked Dain, she’d never give me a good response. She never lied, but … well, you know how she can be. A grey rock in the face of too many questions.’ The half-elf chuckled softly.


    ‘My advice is to find her – then you will reach it.’


    She sighed.


    ‘But my friend – I don’t think it’s a place for people such as you or I. It isn’t a land made for adventures. Not like the ones that we used to have.’
     
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    Rath's smile was fond when he studied his old friend. Neither of them was very old, at least he didn't think she was. She was a half-elf, after all and he wasn't sure if she had even mentioned her age before. Either way, they had seen a great many adventures in their lives, probably more than those twice their age. But they had both seen darkness and suffering. They had seen this world at its worst. He was surprised to hear her say it was not a place for them. The rogue knew she never spoke lightly, however, so he believed what she said about Dal-Gren. Even so, he knew it was a place he would have to venture if he wanted Dain back.

    "If the blind are banished," he said softly, "then I suppose it's a good thing I see better than most. It's most likely a metaphor, but even if the blindness it mentions isn't one of the eyes but of the heart or mind I should be fine. You and I have both seen what this world can do. We are no longer blind to much. But, I will take your advice and find her first, if I can. I'm afraid that as well as I know her, determining her patterns has been something I've never managed to do. Where might she go before Dal-Gren? She must rest somewhere, or prepare for such a trip."

    He was quiet for another long moment before he spoke, not to Niscar, but as if to himself. The rogue looked like a man alone, lost in thought now. "Perhaps," his voice was nostalgic, "it's time I went home myself."
     
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    Paladin tilted her head, eyeing the rogue with some curiosity. She approached her next question with weight - and some level of caution.


    ‘It occurs to me that I don’t actually know too much about your home. Is it in Oesart?’
     
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    Rath offered the paladin a gentle smile. "I suppose I had a couple of homes," he said thicker than he meant. "Both were in the massive desert to the south of here. I was born and grew up in a small village called Caldriff that was right on the outskirts of the desert. It was far enough from the wasteland that we could still farm. It was a peaceful place, until the Gateflame War. I was ten when Gelvs declared war on Meeriea over some petty land disputes. My father fought on the front lines for Meeriea because we were close to Gelvs. He died a year into the war, and two years later our village was raided by Gelvsian soldiers looking for supplies. The village was destroyed and my mother died protecting me." Despite the weight of the subject, Rath's voice was not sad. He spoke like a man that had accepted all the events of his life, even the sad ones.

    "After that, I was rescued by the Slayes and moved deep into the desert. Their base was carved into a plateau situated miles within the dunes. It was a hard place to reach, but it was perfect for a mercenary group. I lived there almost as long as I lived in my village. They were my new family." He sighed and looked at his left arm, still unaccustomed to seeing flesh instead of steel. "I haven't been back since... Well, I was in the desert with Doc not long ago. But I haven't been home since I left. Either one."
     
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    Compassion grew across Paladin’s face as Rath talked about his home. Her heart swelled with sadness and shame – she had known Rath for what felt like forever, yet this was the first time that he’d talked about his past in such great detail.

    Even Dain had said so little about it – which for the stoic warrior, made sense. She respected the man too much to put words in his mouth. In spite of how calm he seemed now, the half-elf couldn’t hide her sadness from him, her eyes softening.

    She didn’t – or rather couldn’t – say anything that could heal what he’d seen. What he’d experienced. Instead, she simply shuffled nearer and rested her hand on his left arm, offering a reassuring smile.
     
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    Rath felt a sharp tug on his heart as he watched the expressions wash over Niscar's face. She was so honest it nearly hurt. He didn't mean for his story to have such an affect on her. To him it was just history, but the Paladin looked ready to cry. He offered her a rarely seen, but handsome as ever, reassuring smile tinged with subtle sadness. Her hand on his arm spread warmth he didn't expect and a pang of regret touched his heart briefly. In a world without Rosalyn, the rogue had known no other love existed for him. The void left by her was too great, or so he had thought. He knew he loved Dain as he had loved the Slaye woman, but he also knew he probably could've loved the Paladin too. It was a funny thought and he had to fight to keep bitterness out of his smile. It seemed unfair to think such a thing, but it astounded the rogue. In a world devoid of love he had found two women his heart saw as well as his eyes. His curse was to attract them all, but he saw only these two, only loved one.

    He took Niscar's hand from his arm gently and held it within his own, brought her knuckles to his lips briefly before placing her fingers against the table. His own fingers rested atop hers momentarily before he drew them away, stood from the table with purpose and a renewed fire in his eyes. "Only one question remains," he said in a tone tailor made for fluttering hearts. Something had stoked a flame within him, purpose like lightning crackled silently across his fingertips. The muscles in his arms twitched, energy of an unknown origin flowed off him. Wisps of his famous grin manifested as he turned back to face Niscar.

    "Are you coming?"