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Children of the Apocalypse

A Fine Tale of Adventures [Hellion & Lord Wyron]

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The flash of fire and immediate hiss of it disappearing into nothing but vapor, caught the Goliath’s attention from the corner of her eye. For a moment Vah’lux had forgotten that a mage was in her midst, at least, {i]some[/i] sort of a magic user dealing with fire. A “Pyromancer” she believed they were called by some, and even “the devil’s advocate” by others, which was more a term born out of spite than anything else. Most people looked at a magic user as untrustworthy and deceitful, and while the Goliath herself felt those waves of sentiment, it was more the fact that her companion was human. Trust had to be earned in great leaps and bounds for sure.

“You would do well to keep the use of magic to a minimum here.” She said very plainly, looking back at the other for a moment before returning her attention toward the riverbank. “There are plenty of sentient creatures in this region who would most likely kill you at the sight of such trickery.”

Vah’lux could tell her own bias against a human user of magic was beginning to surface in a way she didn’t particularly like. Emotion was a weakness, and one she could not -would not- show in the company of a stranger. At that moment, nearing the edge of the river, she leaped onto the muddy bank, using her glaive to steady her balance due to the uneven surface.

“Watch yourself there, as this sand can be unforgiving.”

Moments later, the garbled hysterics of the Goblin language could be heard echoing from the other side of the river, where a handful of the creatures peeked out from the darkness of the forest. A few decided it best to wastefully spend a few crude arrows at the travelers expense, all of which fell short of their targets. Vah’lux shook her head at their presence, still curious why they are as restless and aggressive as they’ve been for the past few weeks.

“They are no danger to us now, but be on guard.” The Goliath gaze across the flatter lands in front of them, which wasn’t as heavily covered in trees and a bit more open. “It is safe to part ways.” She gave Brennen a not, as though to say goodbye to say farewell to the human.

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A Fine Tale of Adventures [Hellion & Lord Wyron]

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Skimming along the river several meters, Vah’lux examined the water to catch an area where they could cross, specifically where the mud was high enough that they didn’t have to be totally submerged. The sharp-toothed creatures that lurked below the water’s surface were the unforgiving lot, and being too vulnerable would mean a huge disadvantage for both the Goliath and the human. The huntress kept watch along the treeline as well, ensuring that that duo wasn’t being flanked by Goblin forces.

“Here.” She pointed to an area in the river where the mud was raised enough enough to almost make a bridge across the river. “We’ll cross here. But be wary, this river is deeper than it appears.”

The large woman stepped into the water, which rose up to about her knees, and kept steady with her glaive used as a walking stick. “Keep an eye on any shiny yellow-orange fish, they tend to enjoy nibbling to the point that they may tear flesh.”

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A Fine Tale of Adventures [Hellion & Lord Wyron]

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The woman couldn't have agreed more. The Goblin population seemed more an infestation than anything else, pushing out communities here and there, and setting up their own camps by way of resources that were already available. However, they are also creatures of fairly easy flight response, and will usually only attack when they know their numbers outweigh the competition.

“Vah’lux.” The Goliath nodded toward the other, “And yes, others will most definitely come, if they are not already nearby, signalled by the smoke from the fires.” She motioned toward the blackened pine near the edge of the clearing. “It is only good that a single tree had been affected, and not several acres as I have seen before.” The Goliath shook her head, thinking back to a previous encounter with Goblins, and their destructive presence upon the woodlands.

“In any case…” She continued, walking over toward both spots to retrieve her javelins. “It is time to move on.” Vah’lux pulled the first weapon out of the trunk of the tree, as the corpse of the creature slid from the shaft and crumpled to the ground. As she walked over a few meters to retrieve the second, the woman stopped for a moment to listen. The clanging of armor and weapons, and the muffled chatterings of the Goblin language was carried along with the breeze blowing in the adventurers direction. After grabbing the second javelin, the Goliath signalled to Brennen, pointing to her ear first, then the direction of where the sounds were coming from.

“We need to go. Now” She whispered, passing closely by the other. “There is a river to the west, not far from here. I suggest we cross it to throw off any trails, then we may go our separate ways.”

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Musings n' Dreams

I have died a thousand deaths
at the hand of my own mother.
People used to tell me that I had
to feel something, I had to love her.

Fuck what other people say.
What do they know?

If it were only the physical
That left scars, but no.
She would not dare
Touch me with violence.

Verbal and mental
Was her weapon of choice.
Something crippling enough
To strip me of my own voice.

To be angry wasn't enough.
To draw blood was too easy.
Her tactics went much deeper.

Musings n' Dreams

Not myself, anyone but myself.
Living in a fantasy to bury the reality,
Making myself the mystery,
A strong facade disguising the misery.

Empty, but beyond the point of emptiness,
Full to brim with fake confidence,
A guard that will never be broken,
Because I broke a long time ago.

I’m hurting but don’t tell anyone.
No one needs to know.
Don’t show or you’ve failed.
Always okay, always fine, always on show.
The show must go on.
It will never stop.

The show must not go on,
But I know it will.

I give up. I give up giving up.

I am lost.

I don’t need to be saved,
I need to be found.