Eliza's POV
Eliza turns down a familiar path that leads up a certain hill. Suddenly she felt a sharp pain shoot up her leg as she stepped on a rock wrong. After all this time, she finally was too weak to tolerate the pain. She collapsed to the ground with a cry from the pain.
She braced for impact. But before she could fall, arms caught her one arm to keep her from feeling most of the fall.
Astarion: "Woah!...- Hey!"
She still hit the ground, just not as hard. His hands kept their hold on her as he helped her lay on her side and he crouched to his knees to meet her. His distinctive voice sounded worried… almost… he turned it into a quip. With a little more concern than he normally would show.
Astarion: "Okay look - I thought you'd fall for me sooner or later… but not this soon… Didn't I tell you to get those checked? You've lost a lot of blood…"
She remained on the ground, he was right. She didn't have the energy to stand. He stayed kneeled behind her as she struggled to see, her vision getting blurry. After she hit the ground, it was done, she couldn't hardly move. The cleric kneeled down in front of her, her voice seeming riddled with anger and worry.
Shadowheart: "That's it! You need healing now! We have to find that wizard and make a camp already. We are no good out in the open. If you're like this, how can you lead us?"
Eliza: "But… L-Lae'zel…"
The cleric spoke with frustration towards her leader's loyalty in others that could care less…
Shadowheart: "Seriously!? Worry about yourself, not the damn Gith!"
Before Eliza could speak once more in protest, a rose flutters down from the sky as it lands in front of her. It was a beautiful flower, it glowed and glittered with a radiance of magic.
She used her remaining energy to touch it, her gentle touch changing its shape into a slip of paper. She couldn't grab it.
So, the Elf immediately snatched it up before the cleric could. Eliza could almost see the half-Elf glare at the rouge. He read it over, and cracked up as he read the note. His giggle made her want to laugh, but she could hardly speak now. Not even a single chuckle could escape her.
Finally, reading its contents aloud after he calmed himself.
Astarion: "Looks like our new wizard took some time to crack at a little poetry-"
He clears his throat as he prepares to imitate the wizard's voice.
Astarion: "With a powerful gaze and the soul of a giver, nothing compares to your gentle caress. I found a beautiful place by the river, where you can lay your lovely head to rest.- ugh..."
His voice sounded disappointed at the end of his impersonation. She peers over her shoulder to try and see why it was quiet after a moment of silence. He was staring at the paper, flipping it, and turning it around to try to get a better look at it. Seeming to struggle to read it, he spoke once he figured it out.
Astarion: "Then, there's this pathetic attempt at a map… it's not too far, if I'm reading this right…"
The half-elf took charge, trying to get Eliza to her feet to get her to the camp.
Shadowheart: "Okay - let's get moving. Astarion, you get on that side. I'll get on her right and-"
He didn't let her finish. Suddenly, Eliza felt as arms scooped her up, cradling her as he got to his feet. It made her heart leap with joy, her body and brain accepting it entirely. Finding his hold peaceful and thrilling at the same time. As she fought for consciousness, fought to keep enjoying this very moment.
His voice vibrated off his chest into her ears.
Astarion: "We don't have the time. She might not last much longer. Quickly- let's get to camp before she gets heavy…"
Unfortunately, it couldn't last, as her world went dark.
Blurry faces and strange sounds surrounded her. All of them were laughing or screaming. Their faces were blank but their voices were clear.
???: "Hahah - You're funny, I hope we get to know each other more-"
Her hands crave to rip the jaw from their head…
???:"Wait what are you- Ah ahhh- AH! AAAAHHHHHH!!!"
The sounds of agonizing screams followed with the tearing of flesh and the cracking of bones.
Their screams fade and a different voice comes through… one that's softer, more caring
???: "I truly love you, my heart is yours-"
Her hands shoved into his chest, tightly gripping the organ as it beat in her hand…
She just couldn't see the act being committed, she only saw the blood staining her hands...
???:"UGH!!!... How…could you…"
-SQUISH-
More blood drips from her hands onto the ground...
The voices…
The sounds…
so many voices…
laughs…
cries…
screams of agony…
The blood… so much blood...
The sounds of flesh when it rips haunt her…
Her hands doing these… horrible things…
she felt it all…
heard it all…
But everything she saw was a blur….
She could only see her hands covered in blood, doing these actions for her.
When all she wanted… was to stop…
???: "I trusted you!!! NO!!! AHHHHHHH!!!!"
She closed her eyes, and covered her ears to drown out their voices. Their screams getting louder, soon hers joined them.
Then there was silence…
She opened her eyes once more, only to be staring into blackness. As her arms and legs were tied to a table. She wanted to jerk and pull…But her body wouldn't cooperate…
She couldn't move a muscle.
The sound of a woman's voice striking fear in her heart…
???: "Mmmm… You thought you could leave? You thought you could be free?..."
Her evil laughter is getting closer, emerging from the darkness. Ther face was shrouded but her voice was clear.
???: "You will always be mine!!!"
A knife comes down for her stomach, Eliza screams in terror as her body jolts awake once more.
She woke up quietly in a cold sweat on top of a bedroll. The sky turned to dusk as the fire was burning next to her. The cleric crouched not too far away from her tending to the fire. The half-Elf noticed when the bard made a noise as she attempted to get up. The cleric turns her attention, ready to lecture.
Shadowheart: "Woah there! You haven't even been resting for two hours. Lie back down."
The cleric attempted to push her back onto the bedroll. Only for the bard to swiftly grab her arm and stare at her with an intense gaze as she spoke plainly.
Eliza: "I've slept enough."
The half-Elf gazed at her leader thoughtfully, noticing the grip on her arm trembling. The way Eliza looked must have given a clear answer to the cleric. She changed her tone and let her go. Eliza relaxing her grip as well.
Shadowheart: "You continue to be a mystery… Sometimes, you get this look - it looks like you fear something will take you any second. Almost like, if you close your eyes again… you won't wake up."
The cleric was spot on…
Eliza feared not only that…
If she did wake up…
What if it wouldn't be her in control…
it would be something else…
The one that craves blood… their blood…
Eliza shook away the terrible thought and chuckled to herself sadly in response.
Eliza: "You couldn't be farther from the truth."
She strains to stand, the half-Elf takes a moment to help her to her feet. Eliza felt tightness wrapped around her chest as she attempted to move. She was wrapped in white bandages underneath her new night clothes.
She wondered who did such a neat job, they definitely knew what they were doing.
The half-Elf lets go as she walks off, waving to the cleric in thanks. Nothing more was said between them as Eliza walked around, venturing the area of the camp. Taking her mind off the pounding headache and the anxiety beating in her chest…
Her foot didn't have any problems, she was able to walk freely. Her head was still dizzy.
The blood loss wasn't as severe as they thought. Otherwise she wouldn't be standing…
They also could have used healing magic on her. Now that she thinks about it…
That was kind of them, if they did. They didn't have to…
A familiar tent caught her eye and she noticed a certain Elf made himself comfortable while reading a book. Once she walked close enough, she was able to grab the rogue's attention quickly. Giving her a questionable stare and a signature smirk. Making her breath catch and heart race when he spoke up to her first. Stopping her in place to listen.
Astarion: "You recovered fast. Enjoy your nap?"
She recovered quickly, the word 'nap' made her uncomfortable…
Eliza: "Ugh - I don't like naps or sleeping… for some reason."
He looked at her with curiosity and a half smile that made her face feel warm.
Astarion: "Why not? I had you pegged for someone who would like their beauty sleep."
The bard had another off feeling when the cleric tried to force her to lie back down. Not remembering in full detail what her dream was about. Either way, she felt anxious and terrified to close her eyes again. Her next words couldn't be farther from the truth …
Eliza: "I can't help but feel like I've spent most of my life locked away. My nightmares and fears seem too real to be a dream… I don't think I ever got a choice or did anything for my future - for a very long time… until now… I don't want to lose this… and I don't plan to."
Her voice held determination, but her posture and demeanor didn't hold that confidence.
The Elf's smile was replaced with a frown and slight shock in his eyes. He mumbled mostly to himself, but she could pick up most of it.
Astarion: "Maybe… We're not so different after all…"
His next words were directed towards her, but this time he seemed to change the subject instead of being more straightforward.
Astarion: "Your magician has been worried about you, he seems dour tonight as well. Must not relish in the idea of sprouting tentacles. Understandable. Can't say I'm a fan either. It's just hard to join in when all of this feels so new."
His face held uncertainty as he spoke, and she listened happily.
Astarion: "The night normally means bustling streets, bursting taverns. Curling up in the dirt and resting is… a little novel."
She enjoyed the sound of his voice, engulfed in his presence. The bard then looks up at the night sky, her eyes brighten at the sight. A smile formed on her face as she spoke.
Eliza: "I don't blame you. I doubt I'll rest much. It's different out here, out in the open… I bet it's hard to get a view like this in a city, though…"
He looks up as well. The stars try to peek their way through the sky as the last of the sun starts to set. The trees gently dance in the wind, a calming sound in the silence. The last of the pretty colors of orange and pink turned into a dark night sky. The view also brought him a small faint smile…
Astarion: "Yes… it's almost - peaceful... As lovely as it sounds to get some shut eye. I'm in no place to rest yet, same as you… Today has been… a lot. I need some time to think things through. To process this. If it will help you to attempt to sleep - I'll keep watch."
She gives him a bright smile with her response. Shocking him at first.
Eliza: "Thank you. That makes me feel a lot better… I would have been sleeping with one eye open if I got around to it."
She was honest and told him the truth. But, she was actually terrified to sleep. She didn't want this to be the dream. What if she closed her eyes and never got to be with them again.
Her nightmares felt so real, and this place made her so happy…
It was almost like a dream…
Too good to be true…
She didn't want to miss another moment with them… to see their faces…
To see his face…
In case it all was a dream…
Might as well let it be beautiful while it lasts…
To enjoy every moment she gets with them…
With him…
A smile comes from the Elf, one that makes her feel warm and fuzzy inside. He must have been pleased by her honesty. She then continued before he could respond.
Eliza: "But - I'm not up for it. Not yet. I'll be up for a while too."
His smile remains, as he gives a small bow and a hand over his heart in gratitude.
Astarion: "Well, either way - The pleasure is all mine…."
He gives her a curious look, one that seems eager… Waving a hand dismissively as he spoke with a smirk like he could care less.
Astarion:"Maybe, we can chat again later… If you… happen to get bored."
Her smile remained as she spoke sincerely.
Eliza: "I'd like that... I'll see you around, then."
She gives a small wave as she walks off, receiving one in return. The smile on his face made her heart flutter. She turned swiftly to face forward trying to hide the growing flush on her cheeks.
Eliza: Why is he so beautiful!? I've never felt so comfortable around someone and so nervous at the same time!… I hope I don't ruin it… I love this… so much…
She walks back to the fire to see the cleric was gone. Instead it was the wizard, lost in thought as he stared at the flames…
Astarion's POV
What is it about that smile?...
It made him feel warm inside…
It was always genuine when it was for him…
Every moment with her has been strange, unpredictable, and frustrating…
But in a good way…
His curiosity gets the most of him every time they interact. He wants to know more, she has a certain presence that is peaceful…
Yet, pain lies underneath…
He wants to see more, but he can only know as much as she does…
And that's very little considering she doesn't remember much…
or does she?…
What is she hiding?
Does she really not remember anything?
She has moments of kindness. Then others of pure unbridled rage. She struggles with a constant battle fighting for her sanity…
for her life…
for her freedom…
He couldn't help but be interested in her.
She also acted rather strangely, especially around him. In front of everyone else she was calm and collected. She was certain of herself and her actions. But, with him…
She hesitates to come closer…
She is scared to approach him, like he will break her somehow…
Or she will break him…
She looks nervous or her face changes color…
Was she attracted to him?
Usually when people stare or get red, that's how it was.
He could use that to his advantage…
But…
She looked at him differently…
Her stare wasn't overwhelming or hungry…
It held desire… but in a different way…
It was tender… with a dreamy gaze…
One that he felt safe under…
She just seemed happy to talk…
Like there didn't have to be more…
That felt… nice…
He tried to focus on his book. But, every once in a while he caught himself staring over at her when she chuckled…
Finding it difficult to read past the sentence he's been stuck on. Rereading it over and over, cursing himself for not being able to focus when she laughed like she did…
Eliza's POV
(Moments ago)
With a sigh he said words that should have shocked her, but she wasn't phased in the slightest.
Gale: "Go to Hell."
The bard chuckled as she gave her witty reply.
Eliza: "Been there, done that. Not a good vacation spot as I've come to find out…"
He chuckles from the response, a smile finally showing on his glum face.
Gale: "Hah. You're a good sport… I'm also very glad you're alive - but the way. You looked two steps too close to the grave earlier…"
Only for his smile to disappear once he is reminded of his original thoughts.
Gale: "...'Go to Hell'... An everyday expression. So trivial it's almost meaningless. But we've seen Hell. It's real... And it isn't trivial…"
She remained silent as she stared into the flames, the faint images coming back to her. They only survived one day in the Hells… She couldn't imagine years of it…
Somehow she felt that… there was someone who did…
Someone who Eliza needed to find…
Along with Lae'zel…
Eliza hoped the warrior was alright… Not too angry at her for being a day late…
The wizard continues after her silence.
Gale: "Devils, dragon's, mind flayers - they used to be abstracts. Pictures on a piece of paper. What a difference a day makes. Now we have tadpoles slithering through our heads like carnivorous foeti…"
He turns to face her, giving her a look of uncertainty.
Gale: "That's not abstract."
Eliza spoke truthfully, she didn't feel that her words were wrong in any way.
Eliza: "I'm not afraid of them… These worms connect us- can't you feel how calm I am?"
She offered her mind to him willingly.
He takes a moment, closes his eyes to feel their connection, and sees she spoke the truth. He opens his eyes to stare at her with awe.
Eliza: "I fear our enemies out there, more than the ones in our heads. Out there- they are unpredictable. These things - are docile - for now. Until that changes, let's focus on tomorrow. I feel we have quite the journey ahead… it won't be ending anytime soon. If we focus on survival, we will have enough time to do what we can. I don't know how, but I just know it…"
He takes a moment to stare at her, seeming to admire her confidence and determination. She truly believes her words, he saw that this time as he spoke with sincerity…
Gale: "Again… I do apologize for my behavior… Before - I doubted your faith… I was wrong. You have given me much to think about…"
He then has a face of realization, and steps closer as he gives her an earnest smile.
Gale: "Also, before you think you're about to embark on a journey with the most ill-mannered man: thank you for pulling me from the stone… In all the excitement, I completely forgot to tell you. It was an act of foresighted kindness I assure you, for I have a feeling ample opportunities will present themselves for me to return the favor. From this journey you speak of…"
Eliza chuckles to herself, glad that they finally reached an understanding.
Eliza: "Apology accepted. I'm sorry as well. I didn't mean to frighten you before. What you said seemed to trigger something… I can't remember what for… All my memories have been foggy since I woke up on the nautiloid…"
Gale: "Memory loss isn't usually a symptom of ceremophosis. If it is, they've forgotten to write it down in any text I've read on the subject. Then again, our case isn't exactly usual. Perhaps whatever causing our tadpoles to remain in stasis has also affected your mind. If ceremophosis takes place, all trace of your former self will be subsumed into the mind flayer's hive… So, to still be here, if a mite forgetful? Still a win in my book."
Her smile fades, her thoughts seeming to flow out of her mouth.
Eliza: "I couldn't agree more… Although, I can't help but feel it's not from the worms… it's deeper… but if I dig any further, my head develops a splitting headache."
Her final words said in distaste. The wizard seemed sympathetic, but he didn't know how to help fully…
Gale: "Perhaps, they will return to you in time, try not to rush it."
Maybe he was right… but there were still the dark parts that wouldn't leave her.
Eliza: "There are times… I have violent thoughts. Thoughts that I would never want to act on… Ones that refuse to go away…"
Gale: "We all get those from time to time.
I once wished a most impure demise on a colleague of mine who bought the last remaining copy of Etheril's Enchiridion of Enchanting Easements. First edition, too."
Eliza laughs, making the wizard smile in response. It's not quite the same, but it does make her feel a little better that he doesn't think ill of her… He then continues and her smile fades again.
Gale: "As regards to your own morbid little fantasies, I'm sure they are nothing to worry about. So long as they remain fantasies."
She hoped that's all they would be… but, for some reason, deep down…
She knew there was more ahead of her, and it won't be an easy feat. She hoped for their sakes… that his words were true…
Eliza: "I hope you're right… Anyway, I bid you a goodnight. I'll be up for a while, feel free to bother me if anything is bothering you again… I'll be out by the water if you need me."
The wizard gives her a thoughtful gaze in gratitude. He bows to her with a kind smile
Gale: "The gesture is appreciated and reciprocated. If you must do the same, I will be happy to assist. Have a good night- lets hope our wee ones won't get too hungry while we sleep."
A finger gestures to his skull and he gives a small wave as she turns to leave.
She returns a wave to the wizard with a laugh, as she walks off to the edge of the river.
Eliza noticed her bag on the ground not far from Shadowheart's tent. Taking a moment to walk over and grab her new lyre. She crouches down looking around close to her things for the lyre. Not seeing it anywhere. So she began digging through the chest to see if it was in there.
Then the familiar voice of the cleric came with a serious tone as she walked over to greet her leader.
Shadowheart: "Doing the rounds, are you? You'd better get some food and rest later… What were you two talking about?"
She looks up at the lecturing half-Elf with a questionable stare. Eliza thought of the last person she talked to. The topic did not bother her at all as she spoke, going back to her search.
Eliza: "Which one? The wizard? He was a little morbid, so I tried to cheer him up."
Shadowheart: "You and the pale fellow. I saw you two chatting, both of you were smiling… a lot. Is there anything I need to know about?"
Eliza's cheeks flush at the mention of Astarion, her heart now racing at the intense topic. She almost fell inside the chest in her sudden panic. She tried to explain it calmly, but her voice sounded cracked as she nervously spoke. Searching frantically for the lyre now.
Eliza: "W-What?! No! T-There's nothing going on between us! He's just a traveling companion! We were only talking about our next move-"
She realized how that sounded and hit her horns on the top of the chest, f hmmrom trying to look back up at the cleric in her panic. She suddenly realized she had the extra additions on her head. However, she had to focus back on the cleric and made sure to clarify.
Eliza:" - For sleeping!... N-not with each other!"
The cleric stared down at her leader with curiosity, and she spoke with a suspicious tone.
Shadowheart: "Mmhm… Well - I'd be careful with Astarion. There's something off about him..."
Eliza's hands grip the instrument, and she places it on her back. She gets back to her feet as she tries her best to give a reasonable response.
Eliza: "I-I really don't feel like he's that bad. You put your faith in me, when you hardly know me. Did you ever feel anything off about me?"
Shadowheart: "You saved my life, and continue to prove trustworthy. Trust is a rare currency. Not sure I'd spend it on someone who drew a knife on me moments after I met him. You… have your moments, but I feel like you would never want to hurt an innocent soul. He, on the other hand, won't hesitate to abandon anyone to save his own skin."
Eliza remembers a key element that played in her head, that made her face red at the thought... How she got to camp was in a certain someone's arms…
Eliza: "He single handedly carried me here, when he didn't have to… That was a nice gesture… pretty selfless…"
The half-Elf looked away in thought, seeming to put in her perspective on something the bard didn't remember.
Shadowheart: "Even offered to bandage you up, too."
The bard was tomato red. Her words fumble out of her mouth.
Eliza: "H-He put… t-these-"
The cleric interrupted after seeing the bard in a state of shock.
Shadowheart: "He didn't. I was against it. So, I tended to your wounds. I used as much magic as needed to close the big wounds, the rest I had to bandage."
Eliza was quick to release a sigh of relief. She didn't know if she was comfortable with him undressing her … It sent her head in a panic at the thought…
The cleric then continues.
Shadowheart: "Besides, I owed you from healing mine… You are reliable, but I thought you'd be more responsible with your health at least. How stupid could you be to ignore your own wounds? You're very lucky we got to you in time, you wouldn't have made it much longer. At this rate we won't find a healer, if you keep this up. Will you ignore other wounds as well? Like the one that will turn us into mind flayers? I think you should know how important it is that we find someone who can cure us."
Eliza didn't feel the need for a rant or lecture; she wanted to get a chance to breathe and step away for a moment after a long day. She spoke loudly and with full determination and appreciation.
Eliza: "I promise you, everything is fine. This could help us if we become more familiar with it. There is nothing to worry about now - thanks to you! I appreciate you all! You've been wonderfully kind looking after me. I can't thank you enough for aiding me when you didn't have to."
Shadowheart: "After you saved my life? How could I not? You risked your life for mine. The least I could do is return the favor when you chose to be an idiot. Which is rather soon to be one on our journey, don't you think?"
The bard gives a smile and a small wave as she expresses her desire to leave.
Eliza: "I guess I deserve that. I will be more careful in the future - I promise - okay? I'll be by the river if you need me, good-night!"
Shadowheart: "Wait - Eliza?! Make sure you eat!-"
Eliza runs off, ignoring the annoyed shouts of the half-elf as she makes her way down the path. She still appreciates the concern, but the bard heard her before. Along with her stomach growling for substance.
She made sure to grab herself an apple while she was on her search for the lyre. Eating it with a satisfied hum as she walked. The light of the moon shone down on her while it rose in the sky. The sounds of splashes by the fish jumping out of the water and bugs buzzing around getting louder as she approached.
Once she met the end of the path and was looking out on the shimmering water in the moonlight. She then slides off her shoes and enjoys the cool mud between her toes.
Eliza hopped onto a rock, took a seat on it, and placed her feet in the water. Absorbing her surroundings as it calmed her aching fears.
The moist air from the mist feels fresh as it hits her lungs. The calming sound of the crickets and frogs brings peace to her mind and ears. The smell of moss and the feeling of the water swirling around her feet is pleasant.
Being out here wasn't so bad, she felt more safe in this camp than wherever she was before…
She felt sorrow deep down, not knowing its root cause.
To describe it, she felt like she missed her home…
Wherever that was…
Where did she come from?
Did she have a home?
A family?
Someone who would miss her?...
Nothing came to her mind other than another painful headache…
She decided to move on, giving her brain a rest. Taking the lyre and placing it in her hands. Eliza felt she knew how to use a form of strings. The knowledge led to her fingers placing them where they were meant to be. A tune suddenly fills her head and words along with it… Words that reflect how she was currently feeling…
She let it flow as she took a breath and the music took control.
Enjoying the song, and feeling the words…
Till there were no more words to sing...
So she played the lyre mindlessly as she got lost in the night and what it brought…
Astarion's POV
He was lounging on his back looking up at the stars. He gave up on his book, deciding to enjoy the night air and view. He reveled in the silence. Until a much prettier sound comes to his ears. First it was strings getting plucked from an instrument, each string playing an intended note. A song finding its way faintly through the night air, all the way to his ears… Then words flow after…
???: "I walked across an empty land…
I knew the pathway like the back of my hand…"
The voice that sang it… held a beauty beyond comparison. The words vibrated through the air delicately. He sat up and looked around, only to hear her voice once more...
But not see her…
???: "I felt the earth beneath my feet…
The voice echoes from the water, his curiosity got the better of him. The sound of her voice was alluring, each word drawing him closer to where it came from… or rather who.
???: "Sat by the river and it made me complete…"
He found himself walking past the campfire, the wizards tent, and between a gap between some rocks that had a shade overhead. Spotting a tiny tent and bedroll on the edge of a small cliff, not far from the river. Her voice was louder than before as it flowed to his ears, her voice sounding almost familiar.
???: "Oh, simple thing, where have you gone?...
I'm getting old, and I need something to rely on…"
He crouches down, quietly blowing out the torch for cover, and silently leaning over the edge to get a better look. Past the grass and water weeds to see familiar horns. The woman sitting on a rock in the water, enjoying the sound of her lyre. Continuing to play her lovely melody.
Eliza: "So, tell me when you're gonna let me in…
I'm getting tired, and I need somewhere to begin…"
A sound came up behind him and wasn't sneaky about it. He heard his obnoxious voice about to ruin the moment entirely.
Gale: "Is that-"
Before the wizard could get a word in, he was shushed by the Elf. The rouge looked back swiftly, and he extended one finger over his lips. The wizard seemed to understand the gesture, as he got comfortable not too far to get a listen. The cleric also joined them silently.
The song continues as they listen peacefully.
Eliza: "I came across a fallen tree…
I felt the branches of it looking at me…
Is this the place we used to love?...
Is this the place that I've been dreaming of?..."
He gets enthralled by her entirely. Her voice… and that song was unlike any of the ones he's ever heard from any bard. He's heard them all, each one not worth a listen…
Until, tonight…The sound of this woman's voice put feelings into every word as they danced through the night air. He gets lost in its verses…
She continued the song, unknowing of the presence of others that listened to her sweet voice.
Eliza: "Oh, simple thing, where have you gone?...
I'm getting old, and I need something to rely on…
So, tell me when you're gonna let me in…
I'm getting tired, and I need somewhere to begin…
And if you have a minute, why don't we go…
Talk about it somewhere only we know?...
This could be the end of everything…
So, why don't we go somewhere only we know?...
Somewhere only we know…"
All of them listen to her silently. He heard a quiet positive remark from the others every now and again. Seeming just as impressed.
Eliza: "Oh, simple thing, where have you gone?...
I'm getting old, and I need something to rely on…
So, tell me when you're gonna let me in
I'm getting tired, and I need somewhere to begin…"
She lets herself get lost in the tune. Her fingers play the instrument flawlessly. All attention on her as she finishes her song. Her voice hitting every note perfectly.
Eliza: "And if you have a minute, why don't we go…
Talk about it somewhere only we know?...
This could be the end of everything…
So, why don't we go?...
So, why don't we go?..."
Her next pitch hits just right. Making his eyes widen and his heart thud in his chest at her amazing range. Her voice carried throughout the night.
Eliza: "Ooh, oh-oh…
Ahhh… oh…
This could be the end of everything
So, why don't we go somewhere only we know?...
Somewhere only we know…
Somewhere only we know."
Her lyre is all that plays now. Then, the music fades into silence. The night is quiet once more, her voice no longer echoes over the water. The others stand to their feet as they whisper to each other.
Gale: "So, it wasn't just an outfit. She has quite the musical talent.-"
Shadowheart: "Indeed. She has the voice of a siren… Except, I can imagine her surrounded by animals instead of men… Although, I stand corrected - as a witness and guilty as well…"
The other two head back to their tents mumbling to themselves. Astarion found himself sitting on the bedroll underneath the tent not far behind him. The perfect cover…
And not a bad spot to read…
He pulls out his book and continues from where he left off. Lying down on comfy bedroll as he listened to her play the lyre. She didn't sing anymore but she did play her instrument. Letting her fingers play whatever they wanted, and it sounded lovely…
He got lost in his book and the sweet melodies…
He doesn't remember when he closed his eyes.
Until he opens them once more to see a dark and gloomy forest above him…
Dark. Cold. Foreboding…
He sits up and looks around, he finds himself in an unfamiliar campsite. He gets to his feet and tries to search for anything familiar… Only to find nothing of the sort…
The trees were closely together, and everything in his path tried to grab at his clothes or pierce his skin. He tries to speak out, hoping someone would answer. But everytime he called, he was answered with silence.
Astarion: "Hello? Anyone there?... Cleric?… Magician?... Eliza?..."
He finally made it back to the campfire. He was met with silence and looked around to find no one there. Only to hear the one voice he feared the most. Sending the Elf into a sudden panic, looking around frantically for him.
???: "First. Thou shalt not drink the blood of thinking creatures."
He was quick to respond nervously, knowing just how impatient this man could be.
Astarion: "Master?! I-I wouldn't dream of it! She only smelled scrumptious… I didn't taste a drop - I swear!... The cleric didn't let me get the chance…"
The last part he mumbles to himself.
The voice continued, Astarion was ignored as the rules filled the silence. He looked around frantically, not seeing a face anywhere he looked. But, his voice was so close he could swear there was a breathing down his neck.
Cazador:"Second. Thou shalt obey me in all things."
Without hesitation he responded like he always did, cowering and frightened. Rolling over and begging like a dog. A feeling he loathed more than anything.
Astarion: "Absolutely. I-It's just that I was kidnapped by a tentacle faced-"
Interrupted, the voice of his master continues.
Cazador:"Third. Thou shalt not leave my side unless directed."
The old fear turned in his gut, only to force himself to keep smiling. Just like he always did before. He didn't bother to speak this time, he knew no words could save him from this fate. The voice he feared most sounded colder and harshest as he spoke his last rule.
Cazador:"Fourth. Thou shalt know that thou art mine."
Those words drove through him like a stake to the heart. He couldn't help but feel that will always be true. He swallowed himself inside his fears… until suddenly, a voice came to him: one that was kind, unafraid, and full of power.
She meant every word as they came back to him once more.
Eliza: - I'm very glad I didn't fail to save you. Now you're free and can live how you wish! -
… Does she mean it?... How can he be free?
Eliza: - We can travel together and keep each other safe. Safe to live how we wish! We can try to find out how to use these worms to our advantage, too. -
… Is that possible?... It's never safe as long as his master lives… Not with this worm threatening to take control too…
How can she be so certain?...
Eliza: I don't know about you… but I refuse to be something I'm not. I'm NOT changing and NEITHER will any of you! I wouldn't wish that on anyone! I will NEVER let anyone or ANYTHING take away my choice again! I am me! I am ELIZA!! I will NEVER be ANYONE- other than ME!!!"
Her words spark inspiration of his own. He wanted the same, he wanted the freedom to choose for himself.
To be free!
She made him feel like it was possible, somehow.
That she won't let this be his life anymore….
Now, it was up to him to help her make it come true!
Her words powered his own, giving him courage he never used towards his master, until now… With a wide genuine smile…
Astarion: "No! Not anymore! I'm not yours to control! I am ME! I am Astarion! I won't be anyone else's to control! From now on, it's MY choice! And I chose to finally be FREE of you once and for ALL!!!"
Then in a flash his face came into view, revealing his presence behind a tree. A triumphant smile gracing the evil man's lips, while the elf's smile vanished in an instant...
The words Astarion spoke went on as a passing joke to his former master.
Cazador: "Free? Lie to yourself boy, not to me."
The menacing gaze from the vampire lord striking fear back into him. The overwhelming power of his master's grip on him seems impossible to escape from. Then his master says the only words that could fill him with dread.
Cazador: "You are mine. Forever."
The terrified feeling gnawed at his insides as his master approached closer to him. He wanted to run, but his legs couldn't move. The control never left him, just as he feared… Astarion stayed perfectly still. His breath quickened and a cold sweat dripped down his neck.
Just before his master could reach him, he shut his eyes tightly…
Then they shot open as he quietly sat up and threw himself back. His body collided with the top of the tent, stopping him from falling back…
In a panic he only thought of one thing
He had to get back to his master.
He couldn't be late… or he would be flayed alive…
again…
He tries to calm himself as his insides stir from the terrible encounter he just had… Discovering, thankfully, for it all to just be a nightmare.
If only he could stay a nightmare…
Unfortunately he was all too real…
What would Cazador say if he discovered his underling walking in the sun?
When he could not…
Then it dawns on him, if he was free to walk in the daylight, was he free of Cazador too?
Free of his rules?...
He looked around to see the familiar camp once more and the group he traveled with. He got to his feet, walking over to see a particular figure catching his eye.
She finally found the time to rest, her exhaustion must have gotten the best of her as she lay soundlessly asleep on her bedroll.
Suddenly the overwhelming hunger began to strike as he longed for a taste of her. Her blood still seeped through the bandages…
The sweet smells that came from her had a strong desirable aroma. Drawing him closer as he kneeled down and stared her over hungrily…
She didn't sleep with one eye open…
Making it all the more tempting…
Then he hesitates, his master's words echo in his head and leave his mouth in a whisper.
Astarion: "First. Thou shalt not drink the blood of thinking creatures…"
She was deep in her sleep, unaware of his presence and its intentions. She trusted him completely to watch over her…
Which was obviously a foolish thing to do…
Her breath was calm at first. Then her voice whimpered, her head jerking back and forth, causing him to panic slightly.
Only to discover… She was trapped within her own nightmare as well. Her face shows discomfort and terror, as she flinches and her breath quickens in her sleep… mutters of words came from her… Sad words… That makes him stare widely at her with a pained look of his own…
Eliza: "N-No… Please… It hurts… st-stop…"
Whatever caused her fear, her words….
Made his hunger for her disappear. It changes slowly to sympathy and his hand mindlessly grazes her cheek with a delicate touch…
The action caused her fear to leave her and her breath was calm once more…
A small smile traces her face…
That alone, changed his demeanor, from one of a hungry vampire… to a gentleman…
He felt it was wrong to feed on her…
Not just from his master's rules…
As much as he would love to defy them…
He felt it was best to go hunt for food. Rather than spoil her resting time… She deserves at least one night of peace… Considering all she has done for him…
The bard let him stay in this camp and welcomed him with open arms. When he deserved much less than that.
She was drained of so much blood already, it was best she gathered her strength as their leader…
She trusts him for now, he didn't want to ruin that either…
Besides, he was better off not risking it. Just in case she might turn on him…
He felt like that wouldn't be a situation he had to worry about with her…
But he's been wrong about people before…
Her kindness and gentle nature…
might be an act…
She could just as easily turn into a threat the moment he revealed his true nature.
So, he sneaks off into the night, not sparing a single glance back at her sleeping body under the light of flames. On the hunt for something to satisfy his aching hunger…
Eliza's POV
The morning light woke her. Just the glimmer of sun that shone through the trees, reaching out to grace her face. She looked around to see everyone sleeping soundly in their bedrolls, and the wizard in his tent. Her face flashes red as she looks over at the man sleeping soundly on his back.
His white luscious hair and pale skin glowed in the light.
In the bedroll next to her, his head is not far from hers. She sat up, getting a better view as she stared down at him.
He looked like he was meditating while lying down, more than sleeping…
Eliza gets lost gazing at his sleeping face.
He wasn't at his tent when she went to look for him last night. She was hoping they would get a chance to talk again. But, he was nowhere to be found.
She didn't worry for him, knowing he could take care of himself.
As much as she hated it… Her body needed to rest, so she decided to sleep. She wasn't happy with the result. The violent stirs in her head that woke her at late hours, only to crave blood… ignoring them all… trying her best to rest, waiting for the sun…
Now that it was here… after a long night…
She was rather pleased to get this morning view…
She must have stared for too long as he began to stir, the moment he moved she got to her feet. Her face hot and her heart on the fritz.
Taking in deep breaths only to be inhaling the smoke rising from the ashes of the fire pit.
In an instant, she was on the move, suppressing her body trying to cough...
She grabbed her focus, cleared her throat, and gathered her supplies for the journey of the day. Not sparing another second.
She had the Gith on her mind all night, now was the time to act.
The rest of her group hear her moving about, and get ready as well.
Seeming rather surprised by her morning energy. When really, she was tired… and sick of the nightmares. She didn't want to waste any more waking moments. That and she had a problem with keeping her eyes from wandering over to Astarion all the time…
Making her heart and body feel a certain way…
And her head was thinking crazy things…
She didn't know if she liked it yet…
Keeping her mind and body busy, so as not to stare and creep him out…
Eliza had to remind the wizard he was on camp duty till further notice, despite his protest.
Gale: I question the wisdom of that decision, but so be it…
The nasty feeling stirs once more as she steps away. Just as she grabbed her bag to leave, a hand sat on her shoulder to stop her.
Astarion: " Wait a moment - "
He stared at her with an intense look as he took in her appearance. The action caused her insides to freak out more than they usually do. She tried to listen as he spoke.
Astarion: "You look rabid, pained, sick... Your spamming and twitching… You poor thing… Are you alright? Did you not rest well?"
She did her best to recover, trying to create distance between them. Making him stare at her more curiously. Finally, she spoke, nothing but the truth came from her.
Eliza: "I have violent overwhelming desires that fill my head continuously… Constantly, craving blood and death."
He gives her an awkward stare, one that looks confused and surprised. Eyeing her up and down as he spoke with astonishment and curiosity.
Astarion: "The norm is to keep dirty thoughts like that to ourselves. But do carry on."
She looks up to him with a saddened expression as she speaks her truth.
Eliza: "They're not my thoughts. They want me to harm or kill the people that trust me… When I never want to. Maybe, I'm a curse."
He glares at her with a baffled expression, seeming against her words entirely.
Astarion: "A curse can only be bestowed upon you. YOU could never be one. If those violent thoughts really aren't you… Then you're the opposite of a curse..."
Tears threatened to fall from her eyes, the overwhelming feeling caused by his words… With a big sigh he continued with his opinion as she stared at him with awe.
Astarion: "It seems you've been dealt a vile hand…. I say: play it. Play it for all its worth. Just make sure to aim it towards our enemies. Nobody should deny themselves of their true nature."
The smile she had faded away at his last sentence.
Was that really her true nature?
Did she want to kill?
Did she really want to hurt her friends?
No… that can't be true…
The thought made her head scream in pleasure, but her heart would ache with pain.
She appreciated the gesture, but hated the thoughts deep down… Of her "true nature"… She wondered if she was cursed… or if she was better off dead before she harmed anyone she cared about…
Too much to say, but there was only so much he could take.
All she could respond with was;
Eliza: "Thank you, I won't let you down."
His face shows true appreciation, giving her a nod to lead on.
Returning the nod, she then sets off, and the other two follow not far behind.
Eliza marched her way forward, excited for the road ahead as they made it back to where they were before. This time she was fresh and rejuvenated. She made sure not to fall this time, as she walked on a fully healed ankle.
Thrilled to have a day like today. She headed up the path that felt like the right way to go. As they came up a hill she saw a familiar face, she was stuck in a cage, and hanging above the ground. The warrior looked rather frustrated to have been captured in the first place. Her grumpy face brought Eliza instant relief.
Then she heard someone talking amongst themselves- or to another person.
She saw a tiefling speaking to another as they looked up at the Githyanki.
Damays: "Zorru was right. Yellow as a toad and twice as."
Nymessa: "The thing's dangerous. Leave it for the goblins to kill."
Damays: "And if it escapes? How will you-"
The Tiefling spotted Eliza when she got up to the top of the hill. Her eyes met the ones who spoke. Both of them take in her appearance as the Tiefling continues.
Damays: "Oh! A guest."
Then Eliza feels a sharp pain piercing her skull. She looked up to see Lea'zel's white hot stare. The warrior's lips didn't move, but her voice was clear and demanding all the same.
Lae'zel: You again. Get rid of them.
Eliza tried to recover from her head throbbing as she looked back at the Tieflings knowing what she must do. She spoke calmly and truthfully.
Eliza: "I know how to handle a Gith. You two are lucky to be alive! Go now while you can - leave it to me."
The Tieflings looked at her and then at each other, they seemed to trust her words.
Damays: "She's right. Let's go - we need to check out that blast. Nymessa. Come."
She didn't feel the need to speak, let them talk amongst each other, and continue on their way. Eliza then met eyes with the Gith once more. The warrior then begins her demands once the Tieflings are gone.
Lae'zel: "Enough gawking - get me down!"
Eliza smiles up at the warrior and then crosses her arms. The bard gives a certain tone that means she was playful, but to the Gith it was infuriating.
Eliza: "Hmm… I don't know… Maybe a 'please' would help me see reason…"
Both of her companions chuckle behind her. The gith glaring down at her with malice.
Lae'zel: "Never."
Eliza pouts in response hoping to get more out of her, she raises an eyebrow and continues with a bluff.
Eliza: "Oh well, I guess I have other people to go save that will use their manners… Good luck, I'm sure you'll figure it out!"
Eliza turns in the opposite direction ready to march of; to the giths knowledge. The bard wasn't actually leaving and didn't think it would work. She did get a good laugh as she quietly giggled to herself.
The bard took each step, thinking the warrior would have stopped her by now. Even her companions began to follow. They stared at her in surprise, they couldn't believe she was actually walking away.
The farther away she got the quieter it was. Eliza was about to call off the bluff, until a loud frustrated growl came out of the warrior.
Shouting out to them in anger then grumbled to herself in her tongue.
Lae'zel: "Get me out of here, please!... K'chakhi…"
Eliza turns around with a bright smile and charges back up the hill. Running past her companions and aiming her crossbow at the bottom of the cage… She had to fight back the urge to aim to kill… Taking her focus only for a moment and giving the cage two good hits to break it. Lae'zel lands on her feet flawlessly, looking the bard up and down with an icy stare.
Astarion's POV
Her smile was different…
It was genuine most of the time… He felt a rush throughout his body as she raced past him with that very smile to free the gith.
He sensed it… a wave of joy that flooded off of her.
Was it really her true self?...
She was happy over the smallest of things…
And yet something could take it away just as quickly. Whatever comes to her mind always seems to take that happiness away in an instant. He witnessed her struggle to get it back.
Her actions and her true purpose is unclear. But he grew rather fond of it…
Eager to know more…
How does a voice sound so sad and happy at the same time?…
How can she be so upbeat when everything was out to take it away again?
Even her own mind…
Can she keep up this friendly display or will she crack under her violent urges?
It was… fascinating to say the least….
He found himself observing her more, trying not to look as obvious when he stares…
Eliza's POV
Lae'zel: "The tadpole hasn't yet scrambled all your senses… Auspicious… You're still insufferable, I don't know if that's good or not… But the longer we wait, the more it consumes."
The warrior observes the bard cautiously but finally takes a breath and calms her fury. Seeming to take into consideration all that the bard has done so far. The Gith deems her trustworthy as she continues to speak.
Lae'zel: "My people possess the cure for this infection. I must find a creche; you will join me."
The cleric isn't too keen on the idea, still mistrusting of the Gith it seems.
Shadowheart: "Careful- she obviously sees your kindness as weakness. Don't let her take advantage."
The bard turns back to her and speaks plainly.
Eliza: "She's offering the chance of a cure, that isn't to be taken lightly. In her own way- it's a thanks. Only Gith are welcome in a creche. We should be grateful instead."
The cleric stares at her in bewilderment, and then gives her a smirk. Seeming to have expected her to take the githyanki's side again.
Considering she hasn't done anything less since they've met. It wasn't convincing enough to change her mind, however.
Shadowheart: "I'll trust your judgment - but I won't trust her... Not until I've gotten the measure of her. Whatever you choose, I will follow…"
Eliza gives a smile and a nod, then returns to her conversation to see the thoughtful stare from the warrior.
Lae'zel: "You seem quite knowledgeable of my people. Yet you use that knowledge as if to show your respect… I find you rather perplexing…"
The bard in her enthusiasm spoke without hesitation. Only to get wide eyes as a result.
Eliza: "I do respect you! You're a deadly powerful woman I can admire! Unless you betray me I have no reason to be against you, and you haven't! So, who cares where you came from or what you look like? As long as you find my company worthy of yours, I won't hesitate to be on your side!"
She said with a wide smile and her hands on her hips, completely proud and unashamed to have spoken her mind. The stares she got however made her question if it was appropriate. They all gaped at her with astonishment. A certain pair of eyes she caught staring at her made her heart pound. She quickly returned her attention back to the warrior who was still trying to comprehend what had been said. Eliza needed the moment to recover herself. Finally, the Gith spoke plainly as she stared at the bard thoughtfully.
Lae'zel: "You continue to surprise me…You might just be a good omen after all…"
The bard gleamed with joy as she spoke.
Eliza: "So, whatcha say - wanna team up?!"
The warrior continues to stare at the bard with curiosity and doubt… Like she wasn't certain what Eliza's intentions were. If the bard is truthful or deceitful.
When all Eliza wants more than anything is the chance to be a good friend…
Rather than something else…
Something evil… that is eager to destroy her friendly nature in seconds…
Eliza hoped deep down that someday she was worthy of their trust.
Worthy to be their friend.
Worthy of fighting by their side.
Rather than fear their betrayal or abandonment because she wasn't strong enough to protect them… from herself…
She hoped she was worthy of their trust…
Worthy to have this chance of a new life…
To spend it with them…
The gith finally spoke, with a small trace of a half smile upon her face.
Lae'zel: "Tsk'va… I don't see any reason as to why I shouldn't… You have made an ally of Crèche K'hir- few know such fortune. You already seem quite knowledgeable of my name."
That made Eliza practically jump for joy. She at least cheered, giving everyone a small trace of a smile on their faces… The cleric was still skeptical.
Shadowheart: "I hope you're not wrong about her. Her kind tends to be vicious and ruthless- not to be trusted."
Lae'zel: You've a sharp tongue, elf. Would that your mind proved its equal, like our leader."
Eliza: "She's a half-elf, actually."
They looked at her in astonishment, she was surprised by her own knowledge as well.
The cleric spares an appreciative glance, then she returns to speak to the warrior.
Shadowheart: I suppose the finer details are lost on a creature like you, unlike our leader."
The two glare at each other for a moment. The gith brought her attention back to her new leader as she spoke directly to her.
Lae'zel: "Come. The horned ones mentioned a camp. One there - this Zorru - has seen a githyanki. A crèche must be near. We will ask this Zorru where he has seen my kin."
With a smile and a nod, she led the way. Seeming to know exactly where to go next.
Eliza hoped to survive the next battle that was coming upon them…