Anew (story about my impending reroll)

“You have to let me go, Ariel.”

“But… wha… mmf…” She tossed and turned in a feverish half-waking state, long burnished hair flung upon the pillow in disarray. Her dream was a hazy steamy mist, and sweat beaded upon her brow. It was a cave ahead of her… a cave at the end of a long tunnel. But she couldn’t reach him. Her cry was hoarse as she found her voice. “Raven!”

“It’s the best way, darlin’. Trust me.” His form was semisolid in the fog, standing there with one hand upon his hip in that smug way that Ariel had first despised but had then grown eventually to love. Dusty brown leather high boots and breeches, bow slung over his back. He was completely as he’d been in life, and the scar on Ariel’s chest from his last arrow itched and burned.

Her dream-self stopped moving forward then, for she realized that as much as she proceeded, his form receded in response. “The Vigil sent you? Are you real? Are you there? What…”

“Y’could say that.” He chuckled. “Stop lookin’ for me, love. Stop trying to be like me. You’ve got important things to do. Best you be yourself, now, haughty and puffed-up as you always were.”

She frowned, though inside her heart leapt. Now she knew it was really Raven that she was talking to, and not some dream interpretation. In her dreams he had always been perfect. “What are you talking about?” she questioned irritably.

“Sneakin’ around, wearin’ leather. It ain’t you.”

“I didn’t ask to be reborn, you know! I would have rather have stayed dead. This is so confusing, being alive again, and I hate it!” She knew she was pouting and working up quite a snit now, but she didn’t care. “So what am I supposed to do then? You were the one who taught me these things. What am I supposed to do?!”

Raven crossed his arms over his chest, a smirk upon his lips. “Maybe ask the ones who brought you back?”

“I’ve never been religious.”

“Seems ta me you had a few shrines in the estate s’far as I can remember. Seems ta me you liked wearing that metal stuff. Sure came at me with that elven blade in a rampage. Also seems t’me all those years at the finger-wiggler college wasn’t a total waste.”

Ariel looked down at her dream-feet. “FINE. I’ll talk to the Spirit Guide and then to Lady Shyla tomorrow. So what do you mean then that—“ And then when she looked for him again, he was gone. “Raven. Raven! Oh, Vigil, how can you be so cruel! Raven, please, come back!”

Hot tears spilled down her cheeks in the waking world, and she choked, awakening completely. With a wail, she fitfully turned and buried her face in the pillow, sobbing. And then she heard his voice, clearly, and she wondered if it was all in her head.

“Let me go, Ariel.”

And then all was silent save for the joyful songs of birds on the branches outside her window, cavorting in the comforting yellow glow of dawn.

Life's too short- be what you wish to be :-) ((I'm quite impressed with both the Mage and Cleric archetypes so far. Having a blast))

((No alts for me in this game -- I want to see the endgame for once! I loved the Justicar and the Inquisitor in the beta, but I hate hate hate clubs for some reason (must be the baby seal thing) and swords suit elves more. But then I found out Clerics can use daggers and half of them look like short swords anyway! \o/ I always loved my Champion the best in DAoC. Battle Mage FTW))

» Edited on: 2011-03-07 10:05:19

Did you plan to re-roll from the start as part of your RP? Because you re-rolling into a warrior just fits your whole story.

I rerolled her into a Battle Mage/Holy Warrior (Justicar/Sentinel/Inquisitor). The dream preluded a religious experience. ;)

» Edited on: 2011-03-07 17:22:51