A/N: cross-posted from Ao3. While I usually prefer not to cross-post things, I'm making an exception with this particular gift-piece. Hope you all enjoy it! -LttP.
PS: Dear readers, I'm aware that I've a couple of unfinished fics that still require finishing - I haven't forgotten. Life has just got crazy busy as of late, so if you're waiting, I appreciate your patience. One day, someday, soon, I hope! Would love to hear from you in the meantime :).


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Valygar's dead.

Somehow the words didn't do it justice. Another name written in the journal – a journal that was swiftly becoming a toll of the dead. The journal had never been belles-lettres, but somehow as the dead mounted, so had its bloodstained pages, both literally and metaphorically.

Imoen had perished in Spellhold, driven mad by the loss of her soul. Unlike Sarevok, she wasn't strong enough to claw her way back to the realm of the living or perhaps she was too tired. For all her grit, determination and flair for theatrics, she was only mortal. Valygar had loved that about her, but not as much as Viconia. The crossbow bolts of her kin punctured the brooding ranger's chest with pinpoint accuracy, a thing that Sarevok could have stopped, but Sarevok fully committed to the bloodlust had trusted – or abandoned – everyone to take care of themselves while he cleaved the drow kensai in twain.

Now as Alixana squatted in the fading golden dust that was her half-sibling Sendai of all but a few moments ago, she took the opportunity to reflect and add a name to the ledger. How long would it be until Viconia either killed Sarevok or took him as her lover?