Lae’zel, looming menacingly over Zorru: Tell us where the crèche is and we’ll burn this grove to the ground!
Tav: Uh, don’t you mean ‘or?’
Lae’zel: *annoyed sigh* Tell us where the crèche is OR we’ll burn this grove to the ground.
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So I was a writing madwoman today and put out TWO short fics.
The first is The Misadventures of Rolan the Quick (explicit, registered users only so you'll need to be logged in). It's a multi-chapter sequel to A Night to Forget. If Rolan having bad sex throughout Baldur's Gate is your jam, check it out!
The second is something there is no demand for and no one asked for, but damn it I wrote it anyway. It's One-Time Thing, a short little teen-rated Rolan/Cerys (yes, you heard me) fic.
Go forth and read!
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Tiefling refugees idle dialogue - Cerys, Zorru, Bex, and Danis in the Rivington refugee camp in Act 3
Dialogues beneath the cut
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Cerys: Zorru! You made it here all on your own?
Zorru: It was touch and go. Some close calls - the cult have claimed every road between Baldur's Gate and Elturgard.
Zorru: But from what you tell me, I had it easy compared to the rest of you.
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Bex: We've lost so many since Elturel.
Zorru: We should have an Exiles Feast to commemorate those we lost.
Danis: Supplies are short, but I can scrape enough together for everyone to have a bite of something solid.
Zorru: Even if we only have tankards of river-water to raise, we'll drink to their memory.
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Zorru: I've heard Alfira made her way into the city.
Cerys: Bards can talk their way out of trouble as well as into it.
Bex: She sent a message - she's at the Elfsong Tavern. Hopefully making herself comfortable.
Zorru: Glad at least one of us is doing well.
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Zorru: So many more could have survived, if we - if I - had done the right things.
Danis: Don't take that on yourself. You know who's really responsible.
Bex: You did what you could, Zor. I'm sure you did.
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Highlights from Rakha's further explorations in the tiefling camp:
She terrifies the group of small children trying to train for battle when the trainer asks her to encourage them. "Soak the battlefield in blood. Do not resist death, but embrace it!" The trainer is unimpressed by this: "Good job. Now they're even more scared." Rakha doesn't see why that's her problem.
The super inept fellow striking at a nearby training dummy has a slight panic attack on seeing Rakha's face; apparently he's not too familiar with orcish folk. Rakha is pretty fucking angry about this (especially in light of Aradin's 'half-breed' comment); she doesn't care about her own heritage but she knows what an insult is and is starting to realize that from some people she garners them just by existing.
There is no option to punch him in the face, which she totally wants to do (and more, and more, spill his blood all over the training floor) but I suspect Wyll probably steps in instead and starts helping him, so she contents herself with sarcasm from the sidelines. "Try hitting the target."
She chats with Bex and Danis, who ask about her plans after reaching Baldur's Gate. "How can you make plans? I can't remember what I ate for breakfast," Rakha says. Bex, excited for their new life ahead, encourages optimism. The Narrator purrs in Rakha's head: "Surely destined for the slaughter. What would be more perfect than to die by your love's side, and know love was not enough?"
Okta, the woman at a giant cauldron on the camp's lower level, offers Rakha a bowl of gruel for having helped them fight the goblins off. The scent of the food triggers something strange in Rakha's head - memory. "Grey goo. I think I ate things like this in the past. When I was desperate."
No image comes along with the thought, but the scent is familiar and goes along with a feeling of bewildered loneliness. She half-expects the woman to take it as an insult, but strangely, she doesn't, just offers the bowl more firmly and asks if Rakha has had similar hard times. Rakha feels tremendously perplexed and has no answer to offer, but she suspects the answer is yes.
INCREDIBLY unexpected little interchange:
Another old woman near Okta - human, not tiefling - is selling potions. Ethel has a Durge-specific response to how tore-up-from-the-floor-up Rakha looks: "Oh! You're twitching something fierce, love. And your eyes! You look like you don't know the meaning of the word sleep." True enough. Rakha's two long rests have been scattered and fitful at best.
This attention to her well-being from this stranger startles Rakha enough to admit: "I've had such a pounding headache recently." The woman of course has more questions, and slowly, Ethel manages to draw out from Rakha all the salient facts: she has no memory, she has intrusive thoughts, she sleeps with dreams of blood and slaughter.
Ethel tuts and offers crooning words of sympathy and concern along with a healing potion. "Were you hurt recently?" she asks.
Rakha shrugs sharply. "All I know is that right now, I'm imagining drowning you in the boiling stew over there."
Her companions, who have never heard Rakha speak so candidly, all look at each other in bewilderment. Ethel laughs.
"Oh, you cheeky pup," she says, and pokes Rakha playfully in the arm. "That might scare someone else, but I know what naughty girls need - a bitta love and care. If I was back at my teahouse, I'd make you a cuppa and tell you to put your feet up. Alas, here I can only tell you to be kind to yourself, petal. And encourage you to browse my bits and pieces, of course. Let me know if anything catches your eye." She chuckles and gives Rakha a wink. "Myself included."
Rakha stares blankly at her. Any subtext is pretty much lost on her, but the strange kindness completely undeterred by the knowledge of Rakha's violent cruelty is... perplexing. "Thank you. For being nice to me," she hears herself say gruffly.
"Sure! What else am I here for?" Ethel says airily.
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"Well," Gale says cheerfully as they wander away. "That was a refreshing bit of kindness in this little wilderness waystation, was it not?"
"Chk," mutters Lae'zel. "Platitudes and insipid benevolence are no solution; they merely invite carelessness." She squints at Rakha. "Do not be taken in; our business has not changed. We have no time for such prattle, or a visit to this 'tea-house.' Let us find Zorru and be gone from this place."
Rakha shrugs and says nothing. No doubt Lae'zel is right; it was a wasted conversation.
'Be kind to yourself' - what does that even mean? The words rattle in her head like scattered caltrops, stinging, painful for some reason she can't define. There is no kindness to be had in her, not for other people and certainly not for herself - nor does she wish it.
She wants vengeance and she wants answers. And she agrees with Lae'zel - this strange old woman can provide no answers; certainly not the ones she needs.
So why did Rakha thank her? Why did she even listen at all?
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like. idk not to be a cunt but life is stressful enuff as it is w/o my best friend in the world bein here no more. singlets weird obsession w problematic introjexts makes my head hurt a bit. like. i just want my best friend back is all. mb we kissed cuz of transmasc sawg but stfu
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