{"id":1986,"date":"2014-10-07T13:45:13","date_gmt":"2014-10-07T03:45:13","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blog.olympusrpg.org\/?p=1986"},"modified":"2014-10-07T13:45:13","modified_gmt":"2014-10-07T03:45:13","slug":"banestorm-breath-of-life","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blog.olympusrpg.org\/?p=1986","title":{"rendered":"Banestorm: Breath of Life"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"The<\/a>Life never tasted so good.<\/em><\/p>\n

Merasiel inhaled deeply as she and her companions emerged from the tunnel beneath the island. She lifted a hand to shield her eyes from the bright sunlight and breathed over and over again, forcing clean oxygen into lungs that had been still for too long. Her senses were alight with colors, a harsh contrast to the hazy gray dullness of the underworld. The rippling blue of the sea sparkled and caused pinpricks of pain in her vision as her eyes adjusted from the darkness back to the light. The dusty browns and grays of the ruins around them mingled with whatever green overgrowth had taken over the buildings. The familiar tang of the sea teased at her nostrils. She squinted up at a sky pockmarked with puffy white clouds, and took several long moments to process it all.<\/p>\n

How long have I sought death? She mused. Everything I have done since returning from the Crusades, all the lives I\u2019ve taken, the alliances made and broken. For so long I wanted the end of it all. How much time did I waste? And when I finally achieve what I desired\u2026<\/em><\/p>\n

Her thought was interrupted as the cry of a sea bird echoed across the island. Her sharp eyes caught sight of the creature quickly and followed it on its journey. It twisted and twirled in the eddies of the wind and eventually dived low to the water, beyond her field of vision.<\/p>\n

I…I want to live.<\/em><\/p>\n

\n

Harkwood, Midsummer, 2009ce<\/p>\n

He barely noticed the noise of the city around him. Shopkeepers hawked their wares in his direction, but he paid them no heed. His feet carried him forward against his will, and he ignored every passerby that brushed up against him. He probably had been pickpocketed a dozen times over, but he didn\u2019t care. The cold, iron knot in pit of his gut dulled his normally sharp, Elven senses. He didn\u2019t want to go back to the inn. He dreaded the coming discussion with every fiber of his being, yet he could not find reason to tarry any longer. She waited for him there, he knew. Once again, he cursed his stupidity.<\/p>\n

Mendelel replayed his own part of the conversation mockingly in his mind as he walked. \u201cI found them! There are survivors, and one of them is a scout in the forest outside the city!\u201d<\/em> He let out an angry snort. I shouldn\u2019t have said anything until after I knew more.<\/em><\/p>\n

All too soon, his feet carried him to the inn, and he looked up to the window of her room, his eyes meeting her anxious gaze.<\/p>\n

~~~~~~<\/p>\n

What is keeping him? If he got himself pickpocketed again\u2026wait, there he is. But something\u2019s wrong.<\/em><\/p>\n

Merasiel glared out the window, her expression barely concealed behind the foggy glass pane. Mendelel\u2019s usually jolly countenance was missing. The corners of his mouth turned downwards in a frown, and his normally springy step had been replaced by a slow, plodding walk.<\/p>\n

\u201cSomething is very wrong\u201d, she murmured, and bolted from the window.<\/p>\n

Merasiel met him at the bottom of the stairs. Before he could say anything, she blurted out, \u201cHe\u2019s dead.\u201d<\/p>\n

Mendelel shook his head. \u201cNo. He\u2019s not. He is alive.\u201d<\/p>\n

She grabbed Mendelel\u2019s arms with her hands, an unusual joy glimmering in her eyes, \u201cThat\u2019s a good thing, yes?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou need to sit down, Merasiel.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhy? What\u2019s wrong? Tell me.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMera\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

Merasiel interrupted him, shaking his arms so his teeth rattled against each other. \u201cTell. Me.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThe scout I spoke of. Her name is Miratariel, and she\u2026\u201d Mendelel paused, then continued with a sigh. \u201cShe is his daughter.\u201d<\/p>\n

Merasiel\u2019s grip fell slack, and she sank down to the steps. She couldn\u2019t conceal the look of shock on her face, and in one swift movement, Mendelel seated himself beside her, an arm wrapped around her shoulders in support. \u201cHis daughter?\u201d she asked quietly.<\/p>\n

\u201cYes.\u00a0 When we didn’t come back, he and Erianil were married. She is still alive as well.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cErianil.\u00a0 I see.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMera\u2014\u201d he began, but Merasiel hushed him.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s alright. It\u2019s like you said. It has been nearly a thousand years. Anything could have hap\u2026\u201d she faltered, no longer trusting her voice to continue.<\/p>\n

\u201cI am sorry my friend.\u201d<\/p>\n

Merasiel painted a pleasant look on her face and shook her head. \u201cThere is no need to be sorry. He survived the destruction of our home. That\u2026is enough for me.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAre you certain?\u201d<\/p>\n

Merasiel maintained her calm expression and nodded, but within, she was a torment of emotion.<\/p>\n

I want to die. Why didn\u2019t I die?\u00a0 Why?
\n<\/em><\/p>\n

\n

Present day<\/em><\/p>\n

The cry of the sea bird once more caught Merasiel’s attention.\u00a0 She watched it for a time, and when it flew out of her line of sight again, she noticed she was alone in the ruin.\u00a0 Far below, she saw her companions, all of whom had already begun the long trek down to the Gleaming Endeavor. The stout-hearted Northman, the Fool, the Priest, the Swordmaster, the Archer and the strange Mage. All of them cast long shadows as the sun began sinking towards the horizon.\u00a0 One could not find better companions to live\u2026and die with.<\/em><\/p>\n

Merasiel picked up one foot after the other and began the long descent from the ruins after them, her mouth parted wide by a genuine smile.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Life never tasted so good. Merasiel inhaled deeply as she and her companions emerged from the tunnel beneath the island. She lifted a hand to shield her eyes from the bright sunlight and breathed over and over again, forcing clean oxygen into lungs that had been still for too long. Her senses were alight with […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":15,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[6,20],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1986","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-banestorm","category-bs_pcs"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.olympusrpg.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1986","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.olympusrpg.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.olympusrpg.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.olympusrpg.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/15"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.olympusrpg.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1986"}],"version-history":[{"count":6,"href":"https:\/\/blog.olympusrpg.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1986\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1993,"href":"https:\/\/blog.olympusrpg.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1986\/revisions\/1993"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.olympusrpg.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1986"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.olympusrpg.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1986"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.olympusrpg.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1986"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}