Evensong III: The Box

[Killthorne]

I see now what they want of us. To be cornered and carefully kept watch of. To be considered animals kept in a large cage, among the hovel of Skullport. Xas, I know there are those that need us here. But they are few. And they are held against their will as slaves to this place.

Show me Eilistraee. Show me that which you promise. I am already yours, body, mind and soul. I grow sick of the evils of my kin and those that profit from slaves and murder. I am your shadow Eilistraee.

I unsheathe my shortblade and spin it about me with ease in the small chapel inside the dormitories. Over the course of the last few months, my skill with smaller weapons has improved considerably. Through many cycles of practice, I have learned that a blade is more an extension of myself when in use. A part of my hand and arm.

And so I "dance" striking viciously in jabs and slashes, my feet kept light to the ground. I reverse the sword in my hand, and crouch low, but still light of foot. My "dance" shifts dramatically into something I am more accustomed to from my former days. I quietly step forward, and drive the blade full force through an imaginary lung, and then cut downwards viciously towards the kidneys.

I switch my stance instantly, bouncing back to go on the defensive, the blade once again whirling in front of me, in short parries and counters. I look at the statue ahead in the chapel smiling knowingly, as I continue my sword work. Xas, I am your warrior, Eilistraee, and will be only as useful as you want me to be. These words spoken in my mind slow my sword, and I sheathe the blade at my shoulder.

Flower... I want to be useful to you as well. Some cycles I feel it. And there are others, when I wish we were not so.. distant? You make me smile when you are doing the same... And when you are upset, my world falls over. Why is that?

And Qilue, my Yathallar and Chosen of Mystra and Eilistraee. My Lady, please show us your wisdom. I cannot help but wonder if it is our enemies that are aware of our wrath if violence besets us by their hand... or, if you really wish to keep the Promenade and it's inhabitants unknown of a stratagem that you keep up your sleeve. If it is a matter of faith to let anyone in, including our enemies... I cannot say what wisdom is in that. I do not even think Eilistraee wishes her people to feel threatened and endangered by more than as it should be. I feel helpless to all of this. Useless....

And if we are helpless here, then why do we stay?


Where is this surface where the true work of Eilistraee is being done? We fight for slaves, and save the souls of ilythirri lost in the crowd but... Skullport is a hive of slavers and criminals... how can we change something that has always been? And certainly the Skulls would not have it, and we would be crushed.

And surely, there are many more Above that could use our aid. The darthiir Aszûne said there were troubles near the Silver Marches. I do not know what these Marches entail, but I would do my best to aid them in Eilistraee's name...

And so my song ends to you Eilistraee, you who have put this before me to partake in. I wish to partake. Let me do so for you...

[Mord]

Sweet stuff

Gryndal will die yet tho