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Old 23-07-07, 10:58 AM   #20 (permalink)
Faeryl
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Ah Divine Mother, Queen of Spiders, how many more test will you give me before you accept that I am completely devoted to you?

I came out of the darkness and found Xun’riia in a bad way. I did it to her. I revive her and she looks at me, not with fear or loathing but of confusion and helplessness. There are no obvious physical marks on her, but its clear I did something bad to her. She tried to explain but it seems she is just as unclear of events as I am. All she will say is that I changed, transformed into something hideous but also beautiful and attacked her.

The wound on my right thigh throbs and refuses to heal. Is this the cause? Is the lucky strike by the succubus the cause of all this? Reverie is beyond me just now and my powers are even weaker than before. Worse. I feel drawn towards the Abyss. There is no way I can enter there just now I am too weak. It is hard enough to survive that place at full strength, what chance would I have in my present state. Xun’riia, Lloth protect her, is determined to get me through this. She sees the pull towards the Abyss as yet another challenge, one I must accept and fight. So we go there.

I stand before the vile entrance to the Abyss. I can hear the cries of the anguished souls and I feel the tug drawing me closer. Xun is determined I will not enter and tries to hold me back but I am being drawn closer by an unseen force. I fight it with all my will. I pray to Lloth to help me but she will only help those who help themselves. My willpower is being tested to the limit. Suddenly there is a release and I am hurled backwards against the wall. The violent bang on the back of my head stuns me but before I pass out I feel the tug lose strength. It is not my time after all.

We get back to our home and I have a great need to rest. Still slightly concussed, Xun gets me to bed and as I drift off into reverie in the comfort of her arms I wonder what more lies before me. Xun’riia is convinced its over, I am not so certain. The wound still throbs and weeps and I fall into a blackness.
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