Eternal
You realize you don’t want to die yet.
You also realize that events have conspired against you to lead up to this moment, so perhaps maybe you should just give in to fate.
You hate Semra. You’ve always hated her. And whenever she’s helped you’ve resented it even more. And when she’s right that’s when you hate her the most.
But you can’t deny her appeal. Even after all these centuries, that part of you, that sick twisted part of you that thought was gone forever is still there and as strong as it ever was.
So you give in. You take your place by Semra’s side and sit in the chair that Semra has provided for you. You can sense the delight in her mind.
“So…now what?” you ask.
“Now the fun begins, lover! Just close your eyes and relax. As always mommy will take care of everything…”
You feel your magical essence join with Semra’s own and together you both feel stronger. Most of the energy goes towards the barrier protecting Lenay, but the rest goes towards your own whims, which are now endless at least within your mind, and the city is concerned.
You and Semra take a more direct control over Lenay now without Eldolith in charge. You both instill fear into the populace and give commands via your mind to the next highest in rank. (Who just happens to be Eldolith’s latest ambitious girlfriend who gladly accepts the position of Domina).
For the most part you just let the city run itself and enjoy watching the excess the city has to offer. Semra herself says things like gladiator matches, the torturing of sveld slaves and the baby throwing competitions are much more enjoyable now that she has someone close to share them with.
And when you aren’t doing that, you engage in an activity that’s more common. Of course seeing that your bodies are in no longer suitable for that activity, you engage intimately on a whole mental level. Semra was right about this too, it is somehow more intense than you imagined that could be. Your mind is not limited like the body and you and Semra indulge in many twisted fantasies.
You have to admit though, you don’t ever really see baby throwing as a “sport”, but more like an activity. You and Semra constantly have debates over this issue…
“But there’s a target and points and everything! How the hell is it not a sport?!” Semra asks.
“Just doesn’t seem like one to me. Gladiator matches I can see. There’s clearly skill and training involved.”
“You think there isn’t any training or skill with baby throwing? Do you realize how much sveld babies squirm about before your throw them? It’s not like just lobbing a nice round rock you know. They don’t tend to fly straight, you have to practice and adjust for wind and all kinds of other little factors. Like whether or not the baby has eaten within the last couple of hours or so.”
“What? If you’re going to kill them anyway why the hell would you even feed them so close before throwing them?”
“It shouldn’t surprise you, but baby throwing is taken VERY seriously in svelk society. So much so that some like to cheat by secretly feeding their opponent’s babies before hand. Nothing worse than a baby-spraying diarrhea all over you while you’re swinging it around to throw. Even the smell could distract you from your throw and cause you to lose valuable points.”
“I dunno, still just seems like a celebrated svelk activity to me. I mean why don’t you consider torturing elves a sport? Surely the torturers have practiced their trade enough to keep victims alive long enough to give a good show.” you ask.
“Because that’s not a sport, that’s a fucking art! (Sigh) You humans are such uncultured barbarians.”
While you and Semra remain safely inside the barrier of Lenay, the world outside goes on, but not in a good way. The Empire suffers greatly without your leadership. The Xi begin overrunning the borders and the gnomes continue to bomb the hell out of both.
Doesn’t take long before holdings in Arat fall completely and Quala is well on its way. Sightmaster Crowley does his best to fill your shoes, but it just isn’t enough when the gnomes come out with an even deadlier weapon than their airships.
They develop a plague of some sort to kill the Xi and it works spectacularly. The Xi die off by the thousands. Then the citizens of the Empire start to die off as well. Whether it’s from the same disease or a different one the gnomes created, it doesn’t matter. Elves, humans and even orcs begin to sicken and die. The only ones with somewhat of a resistance are the kobolds and they quickly abandon their duties and scurry back to the safety of their underground dwellings when the gnomes start fire bombing the dying husk of the Empire.
The gnomes don’t give up on Lenay either. They attempt to use different weapons to breach the barrier and continue to use the old ones in the hopes that eventually the magic on the barrier will weaken, after all you had the same idea that even Semra couldn’t keep it up forever.
And it’s true she can’t by herself. With your help though it isn’t quite as much of a problem. Unfortunately even with the two of you, you can’t keep it up forever either, especially you when you realize that Semra’s been slowly draining all your energy little bit by little bit. You were so wrapped up in enjoying decadence that you didn’t think about how Semra was ultimately using you and eventually killing you.
You try to free yourself, but her spell that melded your minds keeps you in place and too weak to resist her.
You try to reason with Semra by stating that if you die, it’ll only buy her a bit more time and the gnomes will eventually break through anyway.
“Perhaps, my sweet eternal, but not today…I will miss you…” Semra says sounding genuinely sad.
You curse yourself for being so weak as you have nobody to blame but yourself. Semra was just being true to herself, something you should’ve done. You were so afraid of death that you ran from it only to die a slave rather than a warrior or even as a free man.
You lament your poor judgment as your mind begins to fade into the ever-lasting darkness.
You also realize that events have conspired against you to lead up to this moment, so perhaps maybe you should just give in to fate.
You hate Semra. You’ve always hated her. And whenever she’s helped you’ve resented it even more. And when she’s right that’s when you hate her the most.
But you can’t deny her appeal. Even after all these centuries, that part of you, that sick twisted part of you that thought was gone forever is still there and as strong as it ever was.
So you give in. You take your place by Semra’s side and sit in the chair that Semra has provided for you. You can sense the delight in her mind.
“So…now what?” you ask.
“Now the fun begins, lover! Just close your eyes and relax. As always mommy will take care of everything…”
You feel your magical essence join with Semra’s own and together you both feel stronger. Most of the energy goes towards the barrier protecting Lenay, but the rest goes towards your own whims, which are now endless at least within your mind, and the city is concerned.
You and Semra take a more direct control over Lenay now without Eldolith in charge. You both instill fear into the populace and give commands via your mind to the next highest in rank. (Who just happens to be Eldolith’s latest ambitious girlfriend who gladly accepts the position of Domina).
For the most part you just let the city run itself and enjoy watching the excess the city has to offer. Semra herself says things like gladiator matches, the torturing of sveld slaves and the baby throwing competitions are much more enjoyable now that she has someone close to share them with.
And when you aren’t doing that, you engage in an activity that’s more common. Of course seeing that your bodies are in no longer suitable for that activity, you engage intimately on a whole mental level. Semra was right about this too, it is somehow more intense than you imagined that could be. Your mind is not limited like the body and you and Semra indulge in many twisted fantasies.
You have to admit though, you don’t ever really see baby throwing as a “sport”, but more like an activity. You and Semra constantly have debates over this issue…
“But there’s a target and points and everything! How the hell is it not a sport?!” Semra asks.
“Just doesn’t seem like one to me. Gladiator matches I can see. There’s clearly skill and training involved.”
“You think there isn’t any training or skill with baby throwing? Do you realize how much sveld babies squirm about before your throw them? It’s not like just lobbing a nice round rock you know. They don’t tend to fly straight, you have to practice and adjust for wind and all kinds of other little factors. Like whether or not the baby has eaten within the last couple of hours or so.”
“What? If you’re going to kill them anyway why the hell would you even feed them so close before throwing them?”
“It shouldn’t surprise you, but baby throwing is taken VERY seriously in svelk society. So much so that some like to cheat by secretly feeding their opponent’s babies before hand. Nothing worse than a baby-spraying diarrhea all over you while you’re swinging it around to throw. Even the smell could distract you from your throw and cause you to lose valuable points.”
“I dunno, still just seems like a celebrated svelk activity to me. I mean why don’t you consider torturing elves a sport? Surely the torturers have practiced their trade enough to keep victims alive long enough to give a good show.” you ask.
“Because that’s not a sport, that’s a fucking art! (Sigh) You humans are such uncultured barbarians.”
While you and Semra remain safely inside the barrier of Lenay, the world outside goes on, but not in a good way. The Empire suffers greatly without your leadership. The Xi begin overrunning the borders and the gnomes continue to bomb the hell out of both.
Doesn’t take long before holdings in Arat fall completely and Quala is well on its way. Sightmaster Crowley does his best to fill your shoes, but it just isn’t enough when the gnomes come out with an even deadlier weapon than their airships.
They develop a plague of some sort to kill the Xi and it works spectacularly. The Xi die off by the thousands. Then the citizens of the Empire start to die off as well. Whether it’s from the same disease or a different one the gnomes created, it doesn’t matter. Elves, humans and even orcs begin to sicken and die. The only ones with somewhat of a resistance are the kobolds and they quickly abandon their duties and scurry back to the safety of their underground dwellings when the gnomes start fire bombing the dying husk of the Empire.
The gnomes don’t give up on Lenay either. They attempt to use different weapons to breach the barrier and continue to use the old ones in the hopes that eventually the magic on the barrier will weaken, after all you had the same idea that even Semra couldn’t keep it up forever.
And it’s true she can’t by herself. With your help though it isn’t quite as much of a problem. Unfortunately even with the two of you, you can’t keep it up forever either, especially you when you realize that Semra’s been slowly draining all your energy little bit by little bit. You were so wrapped up in enjoying decadence that you didn’t think about how Semra was ultimately using you and eventually killing you.
You try to free yourself, but her spell that melded your minds keeps you in place and too weak to resist her.
You try to reason with Semra by stating that if you die, it’ll only buy her a bit more time and the gnomes will eventually break through anyway.
“Perhaps, my sweet eternal, but not today…I will miss you…” Semra says sounding genuinely sad.
You curse yourself for being so weak as you have nobody to blame but yourself. Semra was just being true to herself, something you should’ve done. You were so afraid of death that you ran from it only to die a slave rather than a warrior or even as a free man.
You lament your poor judgment as your mind begins to fade into the ever-lasting darkness.
