Lost somewhere between unconsiousness and sleep a familiar dream unfolds.
Two children one a strikingly handsome boy of perhaps eight or nine, the other a little girl of about four or so, playing happily
the older protective and possessive of the younger. The boy appears to be a human.. but there is something about the child
that seems to be different not quite human. The little girl is elven, or, perhaps half elven, a beautiful child with dark
red hair and rivetting golden eyes and a fine facial structure that promises an extraordinary beauty to come.
The little girl slips and falls and begins to cry over a skinned knee. The older child scoops the smaller in his arms and soothes
the small injury and quiets her sobbing.. 'Shhhhh Nem, don't bring attention to us.' An odd phrase. Deep within the dream, you
realize the little child is yourself. The boy is the only source of comfort you recognize. In your childish world he is all you
rely on.
The dreamscene switches to a large dormitory like place many small cots are lined up in it with sleeping children.. You smell
an acrid smoke and the handsome boychild from the scene before scoops you up and runs out into the night. As you look over his
shoulder a wave of dizziness comes over you like a red tide it washes through energizing you somehow. The boy stumbles perhaps
taken by the same tide, he drops you on the ground while he tries to recover equilibrium. 'Run Nem, into the trees' the boy
orders. Used to obeying him you race into the trees and are scooped up by a strange silver haired man.. He holds you tightly
and you scream for the boy.. You can't seem to grasp the name you are screaming.. The man speaks words and you drift into
sleep.
Again the dream changes you are perhaps eight or nine, you recognize the library of Candlekeep, you are reading out of an old
book about gods and prophecies. An older boy comes up to your alcove, immediately something seems familiar. He is tall and fit
but something about him seems wary and wounded. In this dreamscene are vignettes of you and the boy reading and walking in the
grounds at ease all seems as it should be. You are content. You feel safe. Words you wouldn't use to describe yourself
generally.
Again the scene changes.. You are perhaps fifteen or so, the child's body is giving way to the woman to come. A tall young man
steals a kiss in the hayshed. The boy seems so familiar as your lips meet it seems nothing else could be more perfect or right.
The silver haired man looks angry with you as he breaks up the innocent tryst and sends you to the private area of the keep to
do some mundane task. You are bereft of that feeling of security and rightness.. the budding desire makes a deeper sting.
Yet again the scene changes.
You are exiting Candlekeep with the white haired man you call father but you know he is Gorion the Sage. Something is terribly
wrong as you are faced with a tall armored figure that you are drawn to like a moth.. He threatens Gorion and wants him to hand
you over.. you almost want to go to him. Gorion refuses and violence breaks out. Gorion bids you to run, a habit of obedience
causes you to flee, but you know Gorion has fallen.. Your father is dead.
Back again Candlekeep a handsome fellow Cadderly,, wasn't he your first kiss. The encounter is confusing. Koveras gifts you with
ring, again that feeling as he touches your hand of rightness.. You see an expression of tenderness quickly followed by shock,
regret and then resolute determination. Again a sense of pain and loss, unease and confusion..
A fancy party ..a sense of being in pursuit.. A familiar dark armored figure, Your fathers murderer. A sense of anger and betrayal.
You fight he flees....Sarevok somehow you must unravel the mystery.
A sense of being in an evil place far below the surface. Brother, blood, Bhaal, Bhaalspawn. Alaundo's prophecies.
Lord of Murder, You are lost in confusion, anger, pain, betrayal..and somehow the last is paramount, You want retribution,
You want to hurt Sarevok for more than the obvious reasons. As you remove the helmet from the dying man you know your greatest
enemy and the twin of your soul are one and the same.. You catch his last words in a kiss "My lovely, Nemesis. I will come
back to you." You want it to happen and for things to be different.
He turns to dust. You cry for many things as the red tide runs through, you remember and recognize the feeling. Death runs in
your veins and your soul..
AS you wake. \You feel pain.. You realize you are not in that temple now...
A sinister voice you associate with pain, unspeakable acts and degradation, announces,
'Ah the child has awoken, its time for more experiments' Fear and anger war within. Pain explodes in your body.
'
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Nemesis..... PC elven thief swashbuckler
This story is mine I have taken liberties with mods and bioware npc's
I give credit for much of this story's content to others but the idea is mine as is Nemesis.
Waking up in Suldenesselar is a welcome relief. I don't know if Hell was a dream or real. I am whole I feel it. I got my soul
from that bastard and sent him to the depths of hell. Damn Ellisime for her ineptitude in dealing with him in the first place.
For a woman supposedly half god she is a real bad judge of character. Softness doesn't have a place for one who tried genocide
on his own people.. I don't care if he was her lover.. her duty as a queen to her people should have superceded. Death would
have been a kinder fate for him anyway and saved me a lot of pain.
I am quiet noting Anomen and Tsujatha are dozing on either side of
the room. I don't want to wake them I need to think about so many things..
My life has been a blur since Candlekeep. I feel like I've been fighting since the day I left Candlekeep chasing
something deep and dark. Or was I running away? I could have simply went to Waterdeep or Neverwinter or any other
place in Faerun at any point before Irenicus stole my soul. Was I fighting for what was right.. or was I fighting
against myself? Or perhaps the real answer was I didn't want to face what I am. I am Nemesis and I am a Child
of Bhaal, Lord of Murder.. I'm not a saintly paladin.. nor am I an asassin.. I don't claim to be anything lawful. I am a
thief... and a very good one.. I love my swords. I'm proud of my katana's I've practiced them since I could lift a
sword. I have two of the finest in all of Faerun. People recognize me because of those heavily enchanted blades.
I take pride in my swordmanship, I've studied with the finest elven swordsmen and read every treatise on swordsmanship
I could get my hands on. I love to read, perhaps it was growing up in the finest library on Al Toril. I took advantage
of a goodly portion of those tomes there.
I am proud of most of the things I have done. I've made some good friends.. lost some comrades I cared much for.
I travel with some of the most powerful adventurers in Faerun. Anomen warrior priest of Helm, a master of the warhammer,
Tsujatha an elven necromancer prince from another plane. Valygar also a master of dual katana, ranger extraordinaire.
kivan also a ranger and a virtuoso of the longbow. and last but not least Solefein the Drowven fighter mage.
Sigh, I don't know what to say about my lovelife its a complicated tightrope I walk. Somewhere deep inside I want a
partner and lover a 'soulmate'. I like waking up with a man I enjoy lovemaking, perhaps that tainted blood is hotter
than normal.. or mine is anyway. I don't want to hurt anyone but thus far I've not found the 'one'. Growing up in
Candlekeep I am at ease with men... priests, warriors, scholars and soldiers there were predominantly male. I know all
of my troop intimately. I know each one wants to be the 'only' one. I care about them all. Each one is special.. Am I being
unrealistic.. ????
Anomen adores me, a knight, a decent lover.. I don't think I would suit. Ano needs a Wife,and a home. I don't think I can be the
woman that makes his life complete.. I did choose him over the immature Kelsey, who was not my type at all. Ano needs a woman
who has a lot more patience than I possess and a lot less temper. I need someone with a bit more excitement. I do appreciate
his skills as an adventurer. I need him in the group.
Tsujatha is wonderful in so many ways, perhaps I will choose him..His hang ups with Sillara bothers me.. I wonder if she
changed her mind and he could return to her if he would?.. I don't do well with second best. That is a decision for a later
time.
Valygar is simple need. We are friends with benefits when it suits.. We share a fear of our 'taint' his family are crazy
mages or just generally crazy..Neither of us are looking at each other as a long term relationship. He needs a gentler woman
with a better appreciation of nature... I like room service and convenience.. I think he should get to know Aerie.
Kivan is still pining for his dead wife.. I found comfort with him on occassion but again we are friends. I wouldn't be
surprised if someday he and Jaheria comforted each other.
I am a passionate woman but though I have taken lovers ,none, except perhaps ,Tsujatha, has really engaged a lot of true feelings.
His intensity appeals. Still I don't feel that completeness I hunger for.
I don't like to sleep alone my dreams are not good bedfellows.. Ajantis, Xan, Edwin, and others have saved me from my dreams and
assuaged my need. None but Ano or Tsujatha really engaged my feelings.
I want to feel safe and complete, irreplaceable, unique.. Sigh I want the man who haunts my dream ... I don't mean Irenicus.
I don't know if he exists.. or even could exist.. If he did could I trust him. Murder, betrayal, loss, and a lot of complications
are between us.. Not to mention he is dead by my own hand and a half brother of a sort. Thats a lot of issues. I knew I would
find him in hell or the abyss an impossible thing. What would that experience do to him.. He is not a good man to start.
Solafein desires me, he is a bit of an enigma .. I do think part of his infatuation is gratitude I don't think I would want
him on a permanent basis.. We did have a great night in ust Natha.. perhaps I will just leave it at that. Perhaps I should leave
him with Viconia. She could teach him about the light world. She has mellowed a bit since I first met her.. or perhaps I
got to know her better.
I do have to decide about Tsujatha soon he is wanting a committment.. At present he is sharing my bed.
I do miss Immy she fell in the battle of Suldenessalar before Irenicus. I sent Jaheira away after we got out of Irenicus' chamber
of horrors I felt she needed to get away from us. Khalids death was difficult, I was uncomfortable with her. I do
miss her..
So many have passed through my adventures and each taught me something..
Minsc is always available for a while.. He may be simple but is loyal and always a good addition. He makes me smile. There is
never any complications with Minsc.
Ano and Tsu look tired I wonder how long I have been out. I don't want to stay here. I don't like Ellisime.
OH NO.. I don't know what to do or where to go.. For the first time in a long long time I am not being driven by fate..
Perhaps I shouldn't think that or fate could take it as a challenge.. I will decide where to go in a while rest does sound good
at least for a time..
Smiling at my guardians I stir enough to make a rustle.. Ano and Tsu leap to my side..
'My lady' Ano exclaims a wide smile on his handsome face.
NEMESIS!!!!! Tsujatha grabs my hand, eyes shining.
Enjoying the attention... my thoughts fade away to here and now.
This story is mine I have taken liberties with mods and bioware npc's
I give credit for much of this story's content to others but the idea is mine as is Nemesis.
Waking up in Suldenesselar is a welcome relief. I don't know if Hell was a dream or real. I am whole I feel it. I got my soul
from that bastard and sent him to the depths of hell. Damn Ellisime for her ineptitude in dealing with him in the first place.
For a woman supposedly half god she is a real bad judge of character. Softness doesn't have a place for one who tried genocide
on his own people.. I don't care if he was her lover.. her duty as a queen to her people should have superceded. Death would
have been a kinder fate for him anyway and saved me a lot of pain.
I am quiet noting Anomen and Tsujatha are dozing on either side of
the room. I don't want to wake them I need to think about so many things..
My life has been a blur since Candlekeep. I feel like I've been fighting since the day I left Candlekeep chasing
something deep and dark. Or was I running away? I could have simply went to Waterdeep or Neverwinter or any other
place in Faerun at any point before Irenicus stole my soul. Was I fighting for what was right.. or was I fighting
against myself? Or perhaps the real answer was I didn't want to face what I am. I am Nemesis and I am a Child
of Bhaal, Lord of Murder.. I'm not a saintly paladin.. nor am I an asassin.. I don't claim to be anything lawful. I am a
thief... and a very good one.. I love my swords. I'm proud of my katana's I've practiced them since I could lift a
sword. I have two of the finest in all of Faerun. People recognize me because of those heavily enchanted blades.
I take pride in my swordmanship, I've studied with the finest elven swordsmen and read every treatise on swordsmanship
I could get my hands on. I love to read, perhaps it was growing up in the finest library on Al Toril. I took advantage
of a goodly portion of those tomes there.
I am proud of most of the things I have done. I've made some good friends.. lost some comrades I cared much for.
I travel with some of the most powerful adventurers in Faerun. Anomen warrior priest of Helm, a master of the warhammer,
Tsujatha an elven necromancer prince from another plane. Valygar also a master of dual katana, ranger extraordinaire.
kivan also a ranger and a virtuoso of the longbow. and last but not least Solefein the Drowven fighter mage.
Sigh, I don't know what to say about my lovelife its a complicated tightrope I walk. Somewhere deep inside I want a
partner and lover a 'soulmate'. I like waking up with a man I enjoy lovemaking, perhaps that tainted blood is hotter
than normal.. or mine is anyway. I don't want to hurt anyone but thus far I've not found the 'one'. Growing up in
Candlekeep I am at ease with men... priests, warriors, scholars and soldiers there were predominantly male. I know all
of my troop intimately. I know each one wants to be the 'only' one. I care about them all. Each one is special.. Am I being
unrealistic.. ????
Anomen adores me, a knight, a decent lover.. I don't think I would suit. Ano needs a Wife,and a home. I don't think I can be the
woman that makes his life complete.. I did choose him over the immature Kelsey, who was not my type at all. Ano needs a woman
who has a lot more patience than I possess and a lot less temper. I need someone with a bit more excitement. I do appreciate
his skills as an adventurer. I need him in the group.
Tsujatha is wonderful in so many ways, perhaps I will choose him..His hang ups with Sillara bothers me.. I wonder if she
changed her mind and he could return to her if he would?.. I don't do well with second best. That is a decision for a later
time.
Valygar is simple need. We are friends with benefits when it suits.. We share a fear of our 'taint' his family are crazy
mages or just generally crazy..Neither of us are looking at each other as a long term relationship. He needs a gentler woman
with a better appreciation of nature... I like room service and convenience.. I think he should get to know Aerie.
Kivan is still pining for his dead wife.. I found comfort with him on occassion but again we are friends. I wouldn't be
surprised if someday he and Jaheria comforted each other.
I am a passionate woman but though I have taken lovers ,none, except perhaps ,Tsujatha, has really engaged a lot of true feelings.
His intensity appeals. Still I don't feel that completeness I hunger for.
I don't like to sleep alone my dreams are not good bedfellows.. Ajantis, Xan, Edwin, and others have saved me from my dreams and
assuaged my need. None but Ano or Tsujatha really engaged my feelings.
I want to feel safe and complete, irreplaceable, unique.. Sigh I want the man who haunts my dream ... I don't mean Irenicus.
I don't know if he exists.. or even could exist.. If he did could I trust him. Murder, betrayal, loss, and a lot of complications
are between us.. Not to mention he is dead by my own hand and a half brother of a sort. Thats a lot of issues. I knew I would
find him in hell or the abyss an impossible thing. What would that experience do to him.. He is not a good man to start.
Solafein desires me, he is a bit of an enigma .. I do think part of his infatuation is gratitude I don't think I would want
him on a permanent basis.. We did have a great night in ust Natha.. perhaps I will just leave it at that. Perhaps I should leave
him with Viconia. She could teach him about the light world. She has mellowed a bit since I first met her.. or perhaps I
got to know her better.
I do have to decide about Tsujatha soon he is wanting a committment.. At present he is sharing my bed.
I do miss Immy she fell in the battle of Suldenessalar before Irenicus. I sent Jaheira away after we got out of Irenicus' chamber
of horrors I felt she needed to get away from us. Khalids death was difficult, I was uncomfortable with her. I do
miss her..
So many have passed through my adventures and each taught me something..
Minsc is always available for a while.. He may be simple but is loyal and always a good addition. He makes me smile. There is
never any complications with Minsc.
Ano and Tsu look tired I wonder how long I have been out. I don't want to stay here. I don't like Ellisime.
OH NO.. I don't know what to do or where to go.. For the first time in a long long time I am not being driven by fate..
Perhaps I shouldn't think that or fate could take it as a challenge.. I will decide where to go in a while rest does sound good
at least for a time..
Smiling at my guardians I stir enough to make a rustle.. Ano and Tsu leap to my side..
'My lady' Ano exclaims a wide smile on his handsome face.
NEMESIS!!!!! Tsujatha grabs my hand, eyes shining.
Enjoying the attention... my thoughts fade away to here and now.
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Posted 19 April 2010 - 06:06 AM
pt 3
I rested and convalesced there for two months and more. Training with the elven swordsmen was a real treat several times
a week. Ellesime's library held some excellent tomes I hadn't seen before. We were showered with gifts and treated as
honored guests.
I began to grow restless. It was time to end our sojourn in the elven city. Rebuilding was going well and life was again
going back to normal for it's inhabitants. I had never thought a lot about my elven heritage growing up in a human society
as I had. Irenicus' desecration of the tree had offended me deeply on some level deep within.. Spending time in the leafy city
gave me a new appreciation of what I was. or at least half of what I am. I appear elven but I wonder does Bhaal's taint
give me half elven status??? Doesn't really matter to me on a deep level, just a curious thought.
One day as I was concluding my sword practice, a steward from Ellesime requested I go to her apartments for a meeting. Curious
as to what she could want with me I found Solafein, Ano and Tsu in our apartments and after cleaning up and changing clothes
we went to an audience with the queen.
While Ellesime had been welcoming and cordial, she sensed my disapproval of the way she had handled Irenicus after his first
assault on the tree of life, so we weren't 'good' friends, a visit to her private sanctum was indeed a matter of note.
As we entered her private sitting room we were presented with tea bade to await the queen.. In a few short moments she appeared
casually dressed. So this wasn't an official meeting.
Ellesime got right to the point after the social niceties were out of the way.
'Nemesis, I had a message from my father that concerns you, You should visit the Grove of the Ancients in the near future/'
I looked at my companions knowing Val and Kivan were getting restless also. I told the elven queen we would go on the morrow and
likely would not be back to her fair city for some time to come. Ellesime assured us we were welcome to return and bide as
long as we desired anytime we chose, and our audience was concluded. She informed us we would teleport to the Grove as soon as
we exited the city to save us the walk.. Thanking her for her hospiltality.. We returned to pack for our departure.
I got a feeling life was going to get a lot more complicated the next day, and a feeling of inexplicable anticipation crept
through my being.
I had given a few thoughts to what I might do after I left here..
While travelling I had heard about Watchers Keep and knew a group wanted adventurers there. I remember reading it was a Helmite
fortress once.. Shrouded in mystery.. I think that could be a good place to begin a new chapter of life. So after the Grove I
think if the party agrees we will go to Watchers keep. Sounds a rich prize.. I am quite fond of gold and magical items.
Watchers Keep gave me a thought of Durlag's Tower a place I had completely enjoyed clearing and looting.
In fact if I ever decide to settle down I might cleanse and refurbish the place and call it home. After I cleared it I got
title to the place so legally it is mine. Yeslick keeps it safe for me.
There is one loose end I will someday tie up. Duke Belt betrayed me to Irenicus.. it could have happened no other way. Belt
would not teleport me to Athkatla but put me right in place for Irenicus... I owe Belt a debt of pain. I guess he was afraid
I would prove a threat to him. He is right. I will kill him one day for what he set in motion. He lives on borrowed time.
Thinking of that time brings to mind Sarevok. I don't understand why he is so often in my thoughts and dreams. I can't
reconcile the boy and young man I knew, with that dark armored figure that murdered Gorion, and put a price on my head.
Those last words are they a threat or a promise??? Or just last words blown away by the dank winds of that dark place
where they were spoken??? I was not surprised to see his shade in hell. Was it real or a construct in a dream?? Was
that place real or a dream shared???
Duality I well understand. The taint of Bhaal relishes battle and death. It is often hard to pull the bloodlust back when
the fight is over. The dance of sword and death is a drug unmatched in its intensity. I do strive to only deal death to
those who deal in evil and injustice. I like my name Nemesis, or divine retribution.. I like to think I am Justice.
Minsc always made me smile when he bellowed 'Feel the backhand of Justice.' Good ole Minsc.
As I packed my bag of holding for our departure my mind continued to wander. I spied Tsujatha carrying a spellbook heading
down the hall to study it. He had enjoyed the elven library also.
Our time here has allayed some of my doubts and fears of his feelings for Sillara.. I think she was likely a fool. My
feelings for that tall golden skinned elf are perhaps deeper than I want to face.
What could the elven god be sending me to a Shrine for? I may not be a follower of a specific diety but I would never disregard
a summons from a benevolent god.
My packing finished but for the few items left to be added in the morning, I go down the hall to give my group instuction
for the coming day. And to discuss my plan to go to Watchers keep.
Since we were all familiar with our routine and always ready for enemy encounters we all had dinner and retired to enjoy
perhaps the last luxury we would see for a time.
I retired with Tsujatha to make good and satisfying use of the bath and large bed in my chambers.. Clean, replete, and sated
I cuddled with Tsu already sleeping as I dropped off I again felt that feeling of anticipation I couldn't define. My dreams were
of a familiar figure but were not disturbing. I rested well.
I rested and convalesced there for two months and more. Training with the elven swordsmen was a real treat several times
a week. Ellesime's library held some excellent tomes I hadn't seen before. We were showered with gifts and treated as
honored guests.
I began to grow restless. It was time to end our sojourn in the elven city. Rebuilding was going well and life was again
going back to normal for it's inhabitants. I had never thought a lot about my elven heritage growing up in a human society
as I had. Irenicus' desecration of the tree had offended me deeply on some level deep within.. Spending time in the leafy city
gave me a new appreciation of what I was. or at least half of what I am. I appear elven but I wonder does Bhaal's taint
give me half elven status??? Doesn't really matter to me on a deep level, just a curious thought.
One day as I was concluding my sword practice, a steward from Ellesime requested I go to her apartments for a meeting. Curious
as to what she could want with me I found Solafein, Ano and Tsu in our apartments and after cleaning up and changing clothes
we went to an audience with the queen.
While Ellesime had been welcoming and cordial, she sensed my disapproval of the way she had handled Irenicus after his first
assault on the tree of life, so we weren't 'good' friends, a visit to her private sanctum was indeed a matter of note.
As we entered her private sitting room we were presented with tea bade to await the queen.. In a few short moments she appeared
casually dressed. So this wasn't an official meeting.
Ellesime got right to the point after the social niceties were out of the way.
'Nemesis, I had a message from my father that concerns you, You should visit the Grove of the Ancients in the near future/'
I looked at my companions knowing Val and Kivan were getting restless also. I told the elven queen we would go on the morrow and
likely would not be back to her fair city for some time to come. Ellesime assured us we were welcome to return and bide as
long as we desired anytime we chose, and our audience was concluded. She informed us we would teleport to the Grove as soon as
we exited the city to save us the walk.. Thanking her for her hospiltality.. We returned to pack for our departure.
I got a feeling life was going to get a lot more complicated the next day, and a feeling of inexplicable anticipation crept
through my being.
I had given a few thoughts to what I might do after I left here..
While travelling I had heard about Watchers Keep and knew a group wanted adventurers there. I remember reading it was a Helmite
fortress once.. Shrouded in mystery.. I think that could be a good place to begin a new chapter of life. So after the Grove I
think if the party agrees we will go to Watchers keep. Sounds a rich prize.. I am quite fond of gold and magical items.
Watchers Keep gave me a thought of Durlag's Tower a place I had completely enjoyed clearing and looting.
In fact if I ever decide to settle down I might cleanse and refurbish the place and call it home. After I cleared it I got
title to the place so legally it is mine. Yeslick keeps it safe for me.
There is one loose end I will someday tie up. Duke Belt betrayed me to Irenicus.. it could have happened no other way. Belt
would not teleport me to Athkatla but put me right in place for Irenicus... I owe Belt a debt of pain. I guess he was afraid
I would prove a threat to him. He is right. I will kill him one day for what he set in motion. He lives on borrowed time.
Thinking of that time brings to mind Sarevok. I don't understand why he is so often in my thoughts and dreams. I can't
reconcile the boy and young man I knew, with that dark armored figure that murdered Gorion, and put a price on my head.
Those last words are they a threat or a promise??? Or just last words blown away by the dank winds of that dark place
where they were spoken??? I was not surprised to see his shade in hell. Was it real or a construct in a dream?? Was
that place real or a dream shared???
Duality I well understand. The taint of Bhaal relishes battle and death. It is often hard to pull the bloodlust back when
the fight is over. The dance of sword and death is a drug unmatched in its intensity. I do strive to only deal death to
those who deal in evil and injustice. I like my name Nemesis, or divine retribution.. I like to think I am Justice.
Minsc always made me smile when he bellowed 'Feel the backhand of Justice.' Good ole Minsc.
As I packed my bag of holding for our departure my mind continued to wander. I spied Tsujatha carrying a spellbook heading
down the hall to study it. He had enjoyed the elven library also.
Our time here has allayed some of my doubts and fears of his feelings for Sillara.. I think she was likely a fool. My
feelings for that tall golden skinned elf are perhaps deeper than I want to face.
What could the elven god be sending me to a Shrine for? I may not be a follower of a specific diety but I would never disregard
a summons from a benevolent god.
My packing finished but for the few items left to be added in the morning, I go down the hall to give my group instuction
for the coming day. And to discuss my plan to go to Watchers keep.
Since we were all familiar with our routine and always ready for enemy encounters we all had dinner and retired to enjoy
perhaps the last luxury we would see for a time.
I retired with Tsujatha to make good and satisfying use of the bath and large bed in my chambers.. Clean, replete, and sated
I cuddled with Tsu already sleeping as I dropped off I again felt that feeling of anticipation I couldn't define. My dreams were
of a familiar figure but were not disturbing. I rested well.
