Eternal
If all your years of knowing him has taught you anything, its what’s best for Dendrin hasn’t always been what’s best for you. While rebuilding is certainly going to be a priority, you still need to wipe out the rest of the heretics as well. It’s the only way you’re going to prevent problems in the future.
You call Glen and the rest of the Blades and tell them that you’ll be heading back to the temple for a break and get some things in order and then you’ll be helping them again soon. In the meantime they can use this place as a base of sorts while attempting to hunt down the rest of the heretics. Glen nods, but has noticed your physical pain increase over the course of this conflict. He suggests that perhaps you shouldn’t worry yourself about it directly as you have more important duties to the shadows and they’re confident that they can handle it.
“Glen, I’m not some crippled old man. I still got fight left in me. I was killing men by the dozens long before you were even thought about. Do not assume just because I have a few extra aches and pains that I’m not fully capable of combat!” you say getting angry at his innocent suggestion.
“My apologies Shadow Master. Didn’t mean to offend.” He replies with a nod.
“No…no…of course you didn’t. Sorry, this is been a long ordeal and it’s not over yet. Just gets tiring sometimes. Okay, I’m off, I can make it back to the temple by myself, don’t worry about escorting me back.”
Glen is about to ask if you’re sure, but he stops himself from doing so lest he be reprimanded again.
The journey back to the temple is uneventful. You let everyone know that Theo has been killed, but heretics still remain. You then go on to say that the Blades and yourself will seek the rest out, but everyone else should focus on rebuilding. Talia questions if you should be going.
“I think the Blades can handle whatever pathetic remnants are left of the heretics. You’d probably be better serving here where you can help in the rebuilding process. You know how the shadows like you around as an inspiration.” Talia says.
“They should be getting their inspiration from Dendrin and if people liked me so much we wouldn’t have had a civil war. Besides, the shadows will like me more if I’m actively doing something about potential threats in the future. Part of the reason these heretics got out of control in the first place is because I wasn’t paying enough attention. It’s my responsibility to see this through to the end.” You answer.
“Are you sure that’s what this is about? And not about say…getting old and trying to prove that you’ve still got it?”
“You too? I just had to hear this before from Glen. Granted he didn’t say it like you did, but I know damn well he thought it. Let me tell you something, I could still take out every one of those Blades AND the heretics on top of it all by myself!”
Talia smiles a bit and rubs your shoulder.
“Yes, I know you could my love. Nobody is truly suggesting that you still aren’t a great warrior, but you don’t have to prove anything to anyone, least of all to me. You don’t need to go wading into battle anymore, those days are past, Dendrin made you Shadow Master not just for your combat skills. You’re a leader and you can allow yourself to rest.”
“I’ll rest when I’m dead. Besides, the last time I got complacent, Theo and Yvette conspired against us, but I’ve said this before.”
“Yes, you have. (Sigh) I suppose you want me to take charge of things here while you go off to prove your alpha maleness. Very well, have fun and be careful.” Talia says and kisses you goodbye.
Talia is right of course. You are doing this mainly to prove you still “got it.” That you can still travel across the countryside getting into fights. It’s silly and pointless, but its what you want to do and another part of you has missed it.
The next few weeks you travel with the remaining Blades hunting down heretic hideouts all across Quala. It’s actually amazing how fast some of them have spread out, and they’ve probably spread out even more since the news of their leaders death and how you’re actively hunting them.
The heretics aren’t the only problem however. You also have to deal with the chaos that’s currently going on in Quala. With Sam and now Theo gone, the region has destabilized again, with several would be leaders all rising up with their own little factions ready to attack anyone who is trespassing on their turf. This doesn’t even include the already established warlords that are eyeing the new leaderless territory that’s ripe for the taking. Even General Ackerson’s troops have been seen patrolling further south than they normally do. Doesn’t help that shadows aren’t really popular for several reasons, but fortunately you can avoid most unnecessary battles due to cloaking.
However, you probably don’t do that as much as you should thanks to your mindset of trying to prove something. As a result you lose the remainder of your Blades in a skirmish with a very large group of General Ackerson’s men lead by a battle mage who despite the non aggression pact, decided that you were just too tempting of a target in the “new land” they recently claimed.
You manage to drag yourself back to Theo’s old hideout, which you were using as a base, cursing the whole time. You’re wounded and angry that once again you weren’t strong enough to stop something bad from happening, yet not really realizing that it was your arrogance that was the cause of it this time.
“Fuck! Shit! I’m not old! I’m not useless! I’m still a warrior!” you say to yourself as you nurse your wounds sitting in the dark farmhouse.
“No, I’m afraid your time has passed.” You hear a whispery voice say.
At first you think its Dendrin since he’s always been one to kick you while you’re down, but then you’re wide awake and he’s never contacted you in that state. Your focus has been so preoccupied with your own pride that you didn’t sense another presence in the farmhouse when you dragged yourself here…
You turn around just in time to utter “Cy…” before you feel a blade slash across your throat.
You call Glen and the rest of the Blades and tell them that you’ll be heading back to the temple for a break and get some things in order and then you’ll be helping them again soon. In the meantime they can use this place as a base of sorts while attempting to hunt down the rest of the heretics. Glen nods, but has noticed your physical pain increase over the course of this conflict. He suggests that perhaps you shouldn’t worry yourself about it directly as you have more important duties to the shadows and they’re confident that they can handle it.
“Glen, I’m not some crippled old man. I still got fight left in me. I was killing men by the dozens long before you were even thought about. Do not assume just because I have a few extra aches and pains that I’m not fully capable of combat!” you say getting angry at his innocent suggestion.
“My apologies Shadow Master. Didn’t mean to offend.” He replies with a nod.
“No…no…of course you didn’t. Sorry, this is been a long ordeal and it’s not over yet. Just gets tiring sometimes. Okay, I’m off, I can make it back to the temple by myself, don’t worry about escorting me back.”
Glen is about to ask if you’re sure, but he stops himself from doing so lest he be reprimanded again.
The journey back to the temple is uneventful. You let everyone know that Theo has been killed, but heretics still remain. You then go on to say that the Blades and yourself will seek the rest out, but everyone else should focus on rebuilding. Talia questions if you should be going.
“I think the Blades can handle whatever pathetic remnants are left of the heretics. You’d probably be better serving here where you can help in the rebuilding process. You know how the shadows like you around as an inspiration.” Talia says.
“They should be getting their inspiration from Dendrin and if people liked me so much we wouldn’t have had a civil war. Besides, the shadows will like me more if I’m actively doing something about potential threats in the future. Part of the reason these heretics got out of control in the first place is because I wasn’t paying enough attention. It’s my responsibility to see this through to the end.” You answer.
“Are you sure that’s what this is about? And not about say…getting old and trying to prove that you’ve still got it?”
“You too? I just had to hear this before from Glen. Granted he didn’t say it like you did, but I know damn well he thought it. Let me tell you something, I could still take out every one of those Blades AND the heretics on top of it all by myself!”
Talia smiles a bit and rubs your shoulder.
“Yes, I know you could my love. Nobody is truly suggesting that you still aren’t a great warrior, but you don’t have to prove anything to anyone, least of all to me. You don’t need to go wading into battle anymore, those days are past, Dendrin made you Shadow Master not just for your combat skills. You’re a leader and you can allow yourself to rest.”
“I’ll rest when I’m dead. Besides, the last time I got complacent, Theo and Yvette conspired against us, but I’ve said this before.”
“Yes, you have. (Sigh) I suppose you want me to take charge of things here while you go off to prove your alpha maleness. Very well, have fun and be careful.” Talia says and kisses you goodbye.
Talia is right of course. You are doing this mainly to prove you still “got it.” That you can still travel across the countryside getting into fights. It’s silly and pointless, but its what you want to do and another part of you has missed it.
The next few weeks you travel with the remaining Blades hunting down heretic hideouts all across Quala. It’s actually amazing how fast some of them have spread out, and they’ve probably spread out even more since the news of their leaders death and how you’re actively hunting them.
The heretics aren’t the only problem however. You also have to deal with the chaos that’s currently going on in Quala. With Sam and now Theo gone, the region has destabilized again, with several would be leaders all rising up with their own little factions ready to attack anyone who is trespassing on their turf. This doesn’t even include the already established warlords that are eyeing the new leaderless territory that’s ripe for the taking. Even General Ackerson’s troops have been seen patrolling further south than they normally do. Doesn’t help that shadows aren’t really popular for several reasons, but fortunately you can avoid most unnecessary battles due to cloaking.
However, you probably don’t do that as much as you should thanks to your mindset of trying to prove something. As a result you lose the remainder of your Blades in a skirmish with a very large group of General Ackerson’s men lead by a battle mage who despite the non aggression pact, decided that you were just too tempting of a target in the “new land” they recently claimed.
You manage to drag yourself back to Theo’s old hideout, which you were using as a base, cursing the whole time. You’re wounded and angry that once again you weren’t strong enough to stop something bad from happening, yet not really realizing that it was your arrogance that was the cause of it this time.
“Fuck! Shit! I’m not old! I’m not useless! I’m still a warrior!” you say to yourself as you nurse your wounds sitting in the dark farmhouse.
“No, I’m afraid your time has passed.” You hear a whispery voice say.
At first you think its Dendrin since he’s always been one to kick you while you’re down, but then you’re wide awake and he’s never contacted you in that state. Your focus has been so preoccupied with your own pride that you didn’t sense another presence in the farmhouse when you dragged yourself here…
You turn around just in time to utter “Cy…” before you feel a blade slash across your throat.
