Post by DM Dan/Bi'rel/Sheila on May 8, 2015 19:38:46 GMT
Bi'rel, lost in the realization of the fact that her paranoia had overcome her once again, quietly walked, hood drawn, back to Rangio. The depression of the thoughts gnaw at her soul, the Druids called them The Chosen Ones and she knew the stories, and she almost killed them all, to preserve herself. How is she any better than the almost lost ancestors flowing through her veins? She begins to contemplate if she is the Dark Evil that will arise, and begins to think if she is capable. Flicking her fingers, producing flames that dance at her fingertips, she remembers the words of the wise Druid who vouched for her, "We all have the capacity for good and evil." It echoes through her bones, and wonders if the capacity for good and evil runs deep within her, so deep it will not be a choice but the fact that at her core, her lineage is evil.
She begins to think that the Druids had made a mistake and that she may now need to go off and end her existence to protect the world from the evil within.
The image of poor young Leza. Newly trained in his craft, lying there not moving, and this evil man reaching down and saving his life haunts her because she was almost the one who took it. As she walks back with only the sound of her own thoughts in her head, she wonders why the gods allow her to live.
She begins to think that the Druids had made a mistake and that she may now need to go off and end her existence to protect the world from the evil within.
The image of poor young Leza. Newly trained in his craft, lying there not moving, and this evil man reaching down and saving his life haunts her because she was almost the one who took it. As she walks back with only the sound of her own thoughts in her head, she wonders why the gods allow her to live.