The OC and NPC's belong to Obsidian. This is the final chapter to the OC. I have decided to continue the story in "Memoirs of an Outsider II". This story will carry on through MOTB. A few errors in grammar were left for syntax and dialogue. Some adult language. As always reviews are welcome.
MEMOIRS OF AN OUTSIDER
Chapter: 26 "Farewell, my lovely"
Khy walked toward her quarters, hobbling slightly from the vicious attack she had just endured. She carefully opened the door to see Casavir sleeping
soundly as she quietly crept to the back of the room. She scrubbed herself ruthlessly, trying to remove all signs of the encounter from her violated
body. The marks on her breast were still bleeding from the ranger's brutal bite and the bruises were turning a deep purple as she desperately
searched for a healing potion. Khy knew if Cas saw her in this condition, he would kill Bishop. "It wasn't him", she thought, "It was someone else, it
had to be". Over and over in her mind, she told herself that Bishop would never hurt her; someone or some thing must have made him do those things to
her. She could not accept the harsh realism of his absolute pleasure in her pain and anguish. The way he laughed and sought to mortify her sense of
worth with his abuse of not only her body, but of her mind could not have been the Bishop she loved. She crawled into bed, next to the paladin and
began to softly cry. The reality of the rape began to slowly fade with Casavir's warm form pressed against hers. His arms enveloped her with
protection and love as he whispered, "Why are you crying my love"? Khy said nothing, afraid to speak in case he should suspect something by her
quivering voice. Casavir assumed she was upset and tired, that the tears were a release of tension as he held her tighter and tried to calm her fears. She
could not get the devistating scene of Bishop's attack out of her weary mind. Everyone had attempted to warn her that he would eventually hurt her, but
she would not listen. She wanted to love the lonely ranger and show him another way to live his life, through the strength of integrity. She had felt a
sense of goodness, hidden down deep within his angry soul. With her help, she thought she could actually turn him from the path of evil. "How could I
have been so very mistaken about him". She thought. A knock on the door startled her as the Greycloak messenger told her she was urgently needed
in the war room. She and Casavir dressed quickly then rushed down the corridor to see Kana.
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Khy looked in on the King who had been critically wounded and brought to the keep to recover. The healers told her he would recuperate, which
eased her mind as she walked into the crowded room. Everyone was present as Kana relayed the news of enemy siege towers approaching the
battlements. Assignments were given, and the group headed out into the night to face the unknown assailants. Khy checked her weapons, as she
moved along with the flow of people exiting the room, then she felt someone grab her arm and hold her back. "I want to talk to you"! Bishop said
heatedly. Before she could think, a barrage of words escaped her lips to attack him. "Take your fucking hands off my arm and get out of my way,
you… you… Khy could not finish speaking. Scenes played through her head of the repulsive way he beat and forced himself into her as he laughed while
she wept. "Do not ever come near me again"! Khy shouted as she jerked her arm from his grasp and ran out toward the battlements. He had wanted
to explain what happened and to beg her forgiveness, but the vile contempt in her voice only fueled his self-loathing. He had destroyed the only good
thing in his life with rash jealousy and unfounded suspicion. Bishop realized there would be no turning back from the detestable course of his life, now
firmly planted in his soul. He could not live without her, could not survive the demons haunting him if she were not by his side. He planned his next move
and hoped that it would ultimately guarantee the path of his complete destruction and slaughter.
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They managed to hold the keep against the torrent of evil threatening to flood into and over take their home. Everyone set up defensible positions
as Khy helped to barricade the courtyard to secure the main gate. "Lower the outer curtain"! Khy shouted. "Don't bother Captain", Bishop yelled, "The
gates were much easier to sabotage than I thought". "Bishop", she screamed, "What have you done"! "I'm always on the winning side", he
laughed, "Just a little assurance of victory". Khy watched the man flee into the midst of the dark armies that were now closing in on the crippled
stronghold. The sun did not deter the evil forms sweeping into the square where she and her remaining forces gathered to protect the keep. The
tremendous rush of undead threatened to overwhelm them as Ammon and Zhjaeve chanted the true name of Black Garius. The Githzerai was attacked,
but the wizard finished the words as Garius fled with his followers not far behind. "We will not prevail a second time". Kana stated. Khy agreed and
hurried into the fortress to find Aldanon. "Prepare yourselves", the old sage told her, "I have found a way to get you all to the King of Shadows
realm. Khy looked about the keep and at her friends as they organized their equipment for the final confrontation. "This is it", she thought, "The last
chance to defeat the malevolent power seeking to destroy all she loved". They all gathered as Aldanon used the Tome of Ilkazar to transport the
group into the core of evil. The thought of Bishop disturbed her as the mass of dark energy engulfed them.
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They arrived at a murky, foreboding gauntlet of terror that threatened to consume the group and their unwavering courage. The darkness enveloped
them as a shroud of death, hindered the very air they breathed. "Is everyone all right"? Khy asked. "Neeshka's missing"! Khelgar shouted. "The imp
just disappeared into the black mist". "We've got to find her", Khy yelled, "She may be hurt"! "We will my lady". Casavir's soothing tone said as
she drew strength from his powerful, loving voice. "Let's do this"! She shouted as the party made their way through the maze of challenges further
ahead. Room after room of assassins lay in wait for the weary heroes as Khy used the knowledge that Neeshka had taught her to pick locks and disable
the many traps on each door they entered. Black swirling clouds appeared as matter shifters moving them from one area to the next. Finally, they
emerged into the last guarded passageway that led to the King of Shadows chamber. Three Shadow Reavers safeguarded the path as she and the
others attacked while Ammon and Zhjaeve recited their true names. "We made it"! Elanee whispered as she healed the many wounds received by
the valiant group. Khy sensed the fear-provoking situation that lay behind the door, their final obstacle to the conclusion of the crucial crusade. An eerie
calm swept through her as she looked around at the many faces of her loyal friends. Many trials had waylaid them during their travels; however, these
people had truly persevered where others would have fallen. Her friends, her companions, her loved ones that made up an alliance of few that would fulfill
the hope of many. She watched as they checked armor, weapons and spells; preparing for the greatest battle of their lives---together. Khy knew this
would be her last chance to speak with them and so took the chance to reveal her heart.
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Khy told her comrades of the respect and admiration she had for them, that they were the true champions of Neverwinter. She talked with each one and
expressed the love and gratifying kinship she experienced at having met them. She hugged Ammon and told him that he was an honorable man and to
not let the past rule his future. The rigid wizard actually returned her embrace as she then faced the last member of the little band. "My lady, this is not
necessary". Casavir said. Khy looked into his crystal blue eyes once more as she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed his soft lips. "Cas", she
said, "You mean more to me than meager words can express", "And if there were time I would let my body show you what I feel". He crushed
the woman he loved to his chest and held her with the fervor and passion of his heart. Khy ached to tell him that she loved him and felt sure she would be
forgiven this one small untruth, But was it really a lie. Before she could speak, Casavir pulled her to his lips and kissed her with a fierce need that could
not be quenched. The passionate kiss became one of grief and dread at the thought of losing her. His tongue desperately sought out the dark recesses of
her mouth as his hands caressed the length of her body. Khy felt her pulse quicken and the familiar stirrings race up her spine as she considered ripping
off his armor and fucking him, even in the presence of the surrounding audience. Casavir had the same thought as he stroked her breasts and squeezed
her firm buttocks. "My dear girl", Sand said, "Would you like us to turn around". Laughter broke the extreme seriousness of the situation as she
kissed her magnificent paladin once again, and then prepared for the bitter reality ahead.
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They cautiously entered the enormous room and heard muffled whimpering coming from further on. Neeshka came running toward the startled
group with tears streaming down her face. Garius had kidnapped the little tiefling and had tortured her for information. Elanee healed the girl as
Black Garius entered the room. He had placed a geas on Neeshka and summoned her to his side. Khy pleaded with her friend to resist the powerful
spell by telling her that she could not win without her sister. The struggle behind her red eyes suddenly ceased as she ran to Khy and hugged her
shouting a few choice words at the depraved man. The agent of the King of Shadows began to tempt Khy's friends with promises of wealth and
power. The only person to accept was Qara. Khy knew the little witch would be disloyal to her and now she would enjoy driving her dagger into the
contemptible bitch. Shock crossed her face as the betrayer of Crossroad Keep strolled into the room. "Bishop"! Casavir yelled as the others joined
the paladin with sounds and words of disgust. Khy looked at the man and could still feel herself flutter with emotion for him. She knew she would
have to be the one that killed him, to sink her blade deep into the dark heart that pained him so. "Why"? Khy asked him as he replied, "You know
why". "You went off with him", Bishop said pointing at Casavir, "When you were supposed to be with me". "It was not like that". Khy told him,
trying to explain what really happened. He shook his head and screamed, "Shut up"! "Please Bishop", she said looking into his honey-amber eyes,
"Don't do this". The ranger moved toward her and smiled. "You will never know true happiness until you have truly loved", He said taking her hand,
"And you will never understand what pain really is until you've lost that love". Garius shouted orders at him as he tenderly kissed her palm and
left. He could not bring himself to harm her as he ran out into the darkness of the unfamiliar structure.
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Garius summoned evil beings from the hells to fight the heroes as the portal for the King of Shadows swirled with liveliness awaiting the emergence
of its god. Khy managed to quickly end the sorceress' life while Khelgar and Casavir attacked Garius. The war of wills raged on with Zhjaeve and
Elanee healing the wounded as fast as possible so they could return to the on going conflict. Khy reached into her pack, pulled out two vials of
healing, and stuffed them into her armor. She tossed her pack to Elanee and shouted for the druid to use the remainder on her friends. Static
crackled in the air as spells were cast against the foes and then others thrown back toward party. The sword of gith ripped the air with its vibrating
song as it plunged its wrath into the last hellish balor. Khy wielded the mighty avenger with strength and precision as she spiraled through the room
in her waltz of vengeance. At last, Garius fell while cursing them with his dying breath. Khy hurried to the injured and assisted with healing the
many wounds her companions had received from the battle. Casavir scooped her up, kissed her, vowing his undying love as she held his head to her
breasts, and ruffled his hair. Suddenly, the strange portal began to surge with new impulses as the weary crew watched. A gigantic dark figure
emerged and the clash of steel began once again. The mysterious beast knocked the heroes about with one swipe of its huge arms as Sand and
Grobnar called upon their magic for reinforcements. A tremendous force filled the room as the colossal silhouette burst into hundreds of smaller
shadows that assaulted them in droves. Ammon and Khy used the blessings of the statues to abate the attacks and to force the remaining shadows
to merge back into its original fused shape. Khy saw Casavir drop at the creatures' hands and ran to his side pouring her last vial into his mouth.
She destroyed the sculptures at Ammon's request, weakening the beast enough to let her sword finish the deed. Khy felt the shimmering blade
become an extension of her body as it pulsated along with the energy of the shard nestled next to her heart. A final thrust of the glistening weapon
sent the dark malevolence into nameless oblivion.
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The room began to quake as it seemed to expel its last breath and shudder in the throes of destruction. Large chunks of marble bombarded the
group as they were tossed about like leaves on the wind. The stones rained down upon them as Khy could see people dodging and circumventing the
barrage of falling death. She turned to follow her friends as a huge chunk of Illefarn knocked her to the floor. She frantically tried to free herself
knowing that all the while it was a pointless struggle. Khy watched as her companions rushed toward the door when her eyes met his. She saw the
pain in his blue eyes as he ran to her, arms outstretched to snatch her once again from the brink of the void. "Get them out", she screamed at the
anxious man, "Please Cas, I beg you". He stopped, looking torn between his love for her and his duty as he said, "I love you", and turned to the
others. She lay there, giddy with the knowledge that this was the end, that this was now her time. She had cheated the hands of death so many times
before, now she realized it was time to pay. In those brief moments, she pondered her decisions and the mistakes that had worried her. Maybe she
should have told Cas she loved him. Maybe she did. Being so unsure of love did not seem to matter now. Maybe she should have fled with Bishop
when he asked her so many times before. Khy knew the aloof ranger cared for her, even though it tormented him. If she had gone with him, there would
have been no betrayal, no malicious rape, and maybe no regrets. Maybe she should have loved more and thought less of the consequences. The
darkness began to close in on her as her last thought was ----maybe….