August 03, 2017

Destiny and Desire: Anecdotes Of Adventure VI

    That morning brought heavy rain, thunder and lightning- enough to make uncomfortable travel. They had a cold breakfast, as a fire couldn't be made. Travel was still decent, but made difficult by the reduction in visibility. Vendetta ended up leading; she had natural ability to see in low light.

    On their second days' travel in this hellish rain, they happened upon a small tavern- and all of them tumbled into it. Inside was silent- though warm, dry and well-lit. Comfortable. An older man stood behind the bar, idly cleaning. When he looked up, surprise registered on his face. Then he broke into a smile.

    "I'm surprised anyone would be out in this! Terrible weather for travelling in."

    "We don't have a choice, friend. Heading northeast- have been since we left Daggerford."

    "You've spent two days in that?! Come in, come in- you should stay here until the rains pass. It could be a bit yet."

    "I'm good with this. Warmth, comfort, hot meals- what's not to like?"

    "I have two available, though you should only need- oh! I see her now. Very quiet, isn't she? Right- you'll want both. We can settle payment when the rains pass. Dinner is about to be served, if you'd like something hot. I suspect you'll want to change first, yes?"

    Two keys were slid over. Both of them took one- muttering thanks, they went off. Salvation was definitely at hand here. Vendetta ended up in the room on the right; Lord Taco on the left. Each of them changed into their driest attire, set their items out for drying, and came back.


    That night was the best they'd had in some time. Good food, spicy and sweet cider, a raging fire. Excellent company in the form of the innkeeper. Many stories shared, much joy to be had- even Vendetta's icy temperament warmed some that night. As the night settled, Lord Taco pulled Vendetta aside- just before they bade one another good night.

    "Vendetta, I... I did wrong by you. The way my anger got the better of me..." He looked to the fire, in appeal of sorts. "That's all I've been thinking about- I should never have acted that way."

    "...Think nothing more of the matter, my Lord. I'm not surprised, and as I had said- you are remarkably kind to me."

    "... I'm afraid I cannot. If you'll allow me..." It was here he dropped to a knee before her, bowing his head. She gasped softly, in shock. "Lady Vendetta, it has so transpired that I find myself overcome with deep shame, for my anger took control of my actions. I apologize for this, and swear to you it will not happen again. I pray you'll find it within yourself to forgive this humble supplicant, though I shall understand if you do not."

    "I... Kindness like this, is rather... unusual. For me, at least. That said..." Vendetta bit her lip, glancing down at him. She wouldn't admit it out loud, but a part of her was loving this. "Emotional wounds do not heal with ease." 

    "Thy will be done. I will remain at a distance, until such time as you are ready to let me close to you once more."

    "My Lord, I- I appreciate this, truly... It leaves the initial issue between us, however..."

    "Indeed not, Lady Vendetta. In truth, it disturbs me that you think yourself submissive to me. If I could, I would discover who poisoned your mind so, and bring them to justice. None should ever feel themselves belonging to another."

    "Not withouit proper consent, at least." She smiled, amused at the confusion on his face. "In the Fell, we have a great many lifestyles. I have explained this before."

    "It sounds... unlike anything I've heard of."

    "The term 'delightfully wicked' applies. Try not to denigrate it before experiencing it for yourself."
    "Very well." Here he rose once more, and she watched him. The two glances collided- and to his confusion, she smiled. A soft, sweet smile. Immediately he decided he liked it verily, and wanted to see it more. The innkeeper- silently spectating- retreated at this point. The lovers in bloom deserved a little privacy, at least.


    Four days passed before the rains stopped. Morning of the fifth day, the innkeeper surprised the pair with fresh rations- more than enough to make it to their destination. Both of them were grateful. They went to make payment, but the man refused.

    "You know, in thirty years of running this place, I'd never seen a pair more interesting. Or so full of potential. And I've never seen a... I'm sorry, what did you call yourself again, dear?"

    ..."A Shadar-Kai. From the Shadowfell."

    "Right, that's what I meant! A Shadar-Kai. Deadly, and incredibly beautiful, too. Look exactly like my wife did, if she had purple hair." He and Lord Taco laughed gently at her dark blush. Still, as the man watched them leave, he called out once more. "If you folks get time, come back and see me! I'll always have space for you here."

    The pair waved, and they set off. Today the skies were streaked with clouds- pleasant temperature. Everything was still damp, but easy to travel on. Both were sad to leave this little place behind. But they had a mission to undertake. They managed to make good time- evidently they were only a day away. As the ruins came into view late that afternoon, they were relieved. Soon they'd be in the Shadowfell, and could finally meet Lady Silversorrow. Once and for all, they could see what was so important, that fates pulled them together.

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