Post by amarillan on Oct 2, 2021 18:06:14 GMT -7
It had certainly not been my goal when I entered Baldur's Gate to be part of a civil war.. Especially one that had nothing to do with elves and all to do with humans. *The pale eladrin murmurs sipping from her glass of wine. She was sat high in Blackstaff Tower, a small sphere of glass, glowing from within, sits in her hand as she speaks. She is clad in a regal gown sprinkled with what appears to be the night sky in motion, her hair is done up and is set with jewels. About her neck she has a platinum, diamond and sapphire necklace, and on her hand is it's matching ring. The rest of the room is in darkness, the only light that of the globe she holds and it's reflection in the mirror of the dressing table at which she sat* No, I fear I was much to self involved and excited to see all these new and exotic things. It was not what I expected. Dreadfully damp with moss growing on the cobbles. Miserable place. Anyway, I digress. I had decided upon staying at the Purple Dragon Inn. According to rumour, that was where all the higher class of adventurer stayed. You know, the successful ones. Regardless, I was approached by a man who offered me a job working for the Flaming Fist. That man was Gratul Drakkensgard. I disliked him. Rough, crude, a boor. He has improved since he stopped with that Shar business.
Still, I agreed. I think the lure was some magical item or such, I do know that he played upon them being only human so what was the harm. Other then that, I cannot remember, it was been a long time for me. I made sure that I concealed who I was, or thought I had. Never associated with him in the tavern, flirted with the most charming gentlemen from Waterdeep. Even if he was human. *She blushes, a faint show of colour on her pale cheeks and her smile turns tender and her eyes, so often cool and calm, soften and turn distant.* " Gods above, I love that man. " *She murmurs, mostly to herself, before recollecting where she was and chuckling* So I always wore a mask when I was on Flaming Fist business, which essentially was, being on watch and relaying commands silently to runners via arcana means. It was easy work, certainly nothing taxing. Until that day....
*She takes a long sip of wine, her face sobering dramactically, her royal blue eyes distant and seemingly filled with stars for a moment, before tears fall softly down her pale cheeks. She blinks after a long moment of staring, not even seeming to notice that she had been crying or even still was and shakes her head, sighing sorrowfully.*
We heard news that Elven war Galleons were sailing up river to the docks. I sent my familiar to warn them, to drop a message telling them not to attempt to dock as it would be seen as an act of war. We had mined the river and the docks, you see, with explosives to prevent reinforcement by sea or something of that nature. Simple defense when you take a city. It was expected. Fortify the weak points and keep them under control. That way the enemy cannot get supplied. I cannot remember all the details, more that, perhaps, I do not wish to. It was not my finest hour after all. *She tried a little levity but it fell flat and she looked at her reflection in the mirror, her eyes haunted and dark*
The smoke was terrible and the smell, but that paled compared to the screams of the dying and injured dock workers when it blew. It was a living hell of fire, and choking black smoke that sting the eyes, making you weep. You are screaming to find your comrades, but it is hard to hear anything over the roar of the inferno and subsequent explosions. More awful for me, however, was the silence from that river.
*She takes a long drink from the glass and empties it, standing and moving into the shadows for a moment, before returning with an open bottle of wine. She settles herself once more and pours another glass. She refuses to look at her reflection as if remembering what happened made her ashamed to see herself.*
The Hand of Liberty stood against us, for hearing the Elven Galleons were on their way up river, they thought to give aid to the elves in securing the docks. With smoke bellowing about us, we fought. Myself and the arcana gifted to me by the Prince of Frost versus, a gnomish wizard, I think it was. Whom ever it was, they were more powerful then me and I beat him. I am not sure how to this day, but I beat him. It felt good. You have to understand, I was a different woman back then. Shallow, cruel, uncaring and unfeeling and worse, racist. Yes, I was an elven Supremist. I think that was the darkest day for me in my life. Knowing that I fought and my kinsmen died. I will, forever, hold that regret in my heart, and it's ghost will stop me from doing something so rash again.
*She takes a long drink from the glass and empties it, standing and moving into the shadows for a moment, before returning with an open bottle of wine. She settles herself once more and pours another glass. She refuses to look at her reflection as if remembering what happened made her ashamed to see herself.*
The Hand of Liberty stood against us, for hearing the Elven Galleons were on their way up river, they thought to give aid to the elves in securing the docks. With smoke bellowing about us, we fought. Myself and the arcana gifted to me by the Prince of Frost versus, a gnomish wizard, I think it was. Whom ever it was, they were more powerful then me and I beat him. I am not sure how to this day, but I beat him. It felt good. You have to understand, I was a different woman back then. Shallow, cruel, uncaring and unfeeling and worse, racist. Yes, I was an elven Supremist. I think that was the darkest day for me in my life. Knowing that I fought and my kinsmen died. I will, forever, hold that regret in my heart, and it's ghost will stop me from doing something so rash again.
They started calling me the Witch of Baldur's Gate after that day. Apparently, they still use it as a threat to get wayward children to bed. If you do not go to bed, the Masked Witch will come and offer you up in sacrifice! I am not entirely sure how I feel about that. A trifle flattered, I dare say.