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<p>Created page with &quot;His composure faltered as he walked the boards of the dock. &#039;&#039;She knew. She knew and said nothing. Let us… let me…&#039;&#039; Gwynek stumbled, took two steps, fell to his knees, and wretched into the harbor. Bile burned his throat as the meager contents of his guts poured from his mouth, and splashed into the water, whorling and gyring into the pattern of which there was no end. &#039;&#039;No end. No way out.&#039;&#039; ---- Rope burns on his hands. No - soreness from swinging the axe....&quot;</p> <p><b>New page</b></p><div>His composure faltered as he walked the boards of the dock.<br /> <br /> &#039;&#039;She knew. She knew and said nothing. Let us… let me…&#039;&#039;<br /> <br /> Gwynek stumbled, took two steps, fell to his knees, and wretched into the harbor. Bile burned his throat as the meager contents of his guts poured from his mouth, and splashed into the water, whorling and gyring into the pattern of which there was no end.<br /> <br /> &#039;&#039;No end. No way out.&#039;&#039;<br /> ---- <br /> Rope burns on his hands. No - soreness from swinging the axe. He looked around, sweat beading on his brow. Acquaintances, friends maybe, felling tress for gnomes. Unrhythmic staccato thudding amid creaks and crashes. They speak, their voices tolling bells.<br /> <br /> He answers in screams - no one notices.<br /> ---- <br /> &#039;&#039;“If any of you feel wronged, consider what drove you to continue once you grappled with the truth.”&#039;&#039; She said coolly.<br /> <br /> He keeps screaming, thrashing in a tangle of bedding while Grimsif and Falfina hold him down.<br /> <br /> “Teeth of the spirits he’s strong for his size,” the halfling growled.<br /> <br /> “Just the madness in his blood,” Falfina replied. “Stop punching him in the head and keep him still.”<br /> <br /> “Keeping him still is &#039;&#039;why&#039;&#039; I’m punching him in the head!”<br /> <br /> “You are the worst assistant.”<br /> ----<br /> Esteem is what drove him on if he boiled his foolishness down to its essence. Rather, the desire for esteem, lacking any until he became an adventurer - whatever relationship he’d developed with Lord Teveriel and Lady Uniana was something he wanted to cultivate. What better way to impress then to succeed at a quest to save their ship and its crew? It’s why he pressed on when it went bad.<br /> <br /> His stomach crunched and heaved as his body convulsed. A thin stream of bile and spite dangled from his split lip. Nephr glanced at him, but said nothing. <br /> <br /> When was he now? <br /> <br /> His knees hurt, muscles ached. The sound of tress falling to bells while he stands in the post office writing a letter in labyrinthine script he does not understand - lines shift into corridors, curve into walls of the Aies where Lissaya stands frozen screaming silent as he screams silent. <br /> <br /> All is silence. <br /> All is bells.<br /> <br /> She knew. She knew. She knew she knew she knew she knew she knewsheknewsheknewsheknew.<br /> ---- <br /> It’s a cinder of a thought, but every light is bright in darkness. His scream twists into a roar; yawning, beckoning endlessly as the bloodshot sky and its attendant demons in that realm that took the triumph. <br /> <br /> He’s on the deck of the FFZ - roaring at the Krolvin Captain, Unkindness flashing in rapid, lethal arcs amid fluxes of mana - severing limbs and snapping bones like trees are felled and bells are tolled.<br /> <br /> She knew.<br /> <br /> Setting fire to flame, cinders flickered while the Krovlin Brigantine burned.<br /> <br /> She knew.<br /> <br /> Rage, cold as the deep, anchored him; snapped him into the moment. The true moment. The actual moment, the one that made a sequence of sense. One thing, then another, then another.<br /> <br /> There was no way out, there was no end - but nothing kept it from being a home. That moment, and the one that followed. <br /> <br /> She will know<br /> <br /> Fires under the water, smoldering - quenched. Drowned. <br /> <br /> He would get lost again, might be lost now - or then - or whenever he really was. But he’d found one anchor, a few yet more and he might bear to show his face again.</div>

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