Hellion

A Fine Tale of Adventures [Hellion & Lord Wyron]

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The journey on foot toward Windsgate had been relatively quiet, which was fortunate for one such as the Goliath, preferring the ambience of her woodland surroundings to the ramblings of a human. Still, Brennen’s company was bearable as traveling companions go. Vah’lux felt slightly more connected to him from the little she knew of his background and culture, but it did appear that he was a lot closer to nature than many of his kind she had encountered previously. Humans were, at least in her experience, about as untrustworthy as they came, and the woman hoped that she was wrong about the mage.

“And so it is.” She responded to the other, as they made it to the gates of the town under the watchful and suspicious eyes of the guards. Their bewildered expressions did not go unnoticed, as was typical when a Goliath -much larger than a human by a few feet- would come within proximity. Sometimes it was a mere glance and the shaking of a head, but there have been other times where the initial response was to draw weapons on such a creature as though the lot of her race were nothing but mindless barbarians. Thankfully however, the latter had not been the case, as both her and Brennen stepped into the courtyard of Windsgate unbothered. An ornate circular fountain sat in the center of the square, and at the top sat the statue of their alleged local founder and folk hero: a hunter-gatherer who fought off hordes of Goblins and Orcs to liberate the lands and usher in peace for many years.

Of course, peace only lasts for so long.

“Where shall we go from here?” Vah’lux said, leaning against her glaive and surveying the small wood and stone buildings that lined the area. Among them, a tavern sat at the far end.

“While I am not one to drink at such an early hour, I seem to recall the tavern straight ahead as having a wonderful stew, known to replenish even the most weary of travelers.”

Musings n' Dreams

I was trapped, immobilized.
I was completely paralyzed.

Behind me were my restrained arms,
So I couldn't cause any harm.

Claustrophobia overtook my mind,
Making my sanity unwind.

My chest felt restricted and tight,
I'd been trapped here all day and night.

My eyes darted around this space,
My heart rate beginning to race.

Nothing around me but empty white,
Just plain, bare walls, a sickening sight.

I felt like I couldn't breathe,

inktober 2020

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A Fine Tale of Adventures [Hellion & Lord Wyron]

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Agreeing to stick together for the time being, the pair headed west, off the beaten path as to hopefully lose any previous pursuers. The sky was slowly beginning to darken with an oncoming storm, as the temperature dropped slightly following gusts of wind.

“Aye, the Goblins have been busier as of late.” The Goliath nodded in agreement with Brennan’s earlier comments. “Mischief begets further mischief.” Vah’lux glanced behind them for a moment, seeing a few stragglers trailing behind as the cluster began to disperse. “But, something seems to be stirring their curiosity, or perhaps restlessness, as their drive toward aggression grows each day....” She returned her attention toward the path ahead. “Which becomes more of a nuisance for those wishing to be left alone.”

The town Brennan mentioned was known to the tribe-woman as one of many trade stops for travelers and merchants, which generally meant the roads leading there would be monitored by not only local militia, but bandits as well. And while the Goliath wanted very little to do with predominantly human-populated towns, she supposed it was a necessary evil to at least lie low for a night.

“‘Windsgate’, I believe is the town you speak of.” Vah’lux said after a few moments of silence. “I have never been there, but have met a handful of halflings and humans who reside within its walls. They were, for the most part, hospitable...at least once they saw past the giant of course.” She smirked, but shaking her head as well at such things. Humans always had an uneasiness around her kind, but a Halfling who already felt too small for the world most definitely would feel out of place amongst the race of Goliath.

Musings n' Dreams

How is it so easy for you to walk out of my life?
How is it possible your words are sharper than any knife?

Why do you tell me I'm faking?
Why do you never give but continue taking?

What is going on inside of your head, that lies about us are all you speak of?
What is so satisfying about hurting the ones you claim to love?

A Fine Tale of Adventures [Hellion & Lord Wyron]

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The Goliath knew her words would sting the other in a way that cut deeper than she could ever imagine. They were not words to be spiteful, but moreso, out of caution, as Vah’lux had her fair share of dealing with darker forces than the one standing only a few feet from her. However, the primal side of life she most certainly understood, and respected to a degree. It was the early teachings -both physical and spiritual- of her people that kept the Goliath grounded throughout the trials and tribulations. Primal knowledge of one's heritage was important. She glanced at the small fire Brennen conjured in his cupped hands, and nodded in acknowledgement. Certainly nothing special, but still something, she supposed.

However, what had caught the tribe woman off guard was the mention of a “debt” that the human mage felt as though he owed her. At first she was about to reject the offer, instinctually wanting nothing more to do with a wandering stranger who most likely didn’t want to be in the Goliath’s presence anyway. But, she stopped herself, and instead went against her better judgement out of a glimmer of respect for such honor and dignity being shown at the moment.

“Just know I will not be responsible for your safety.” She said after a few moments of mulling it over in her head, leaning slightly on tall glaive while peering down at the man. “I do not carry extra rations or water, and any food will need to be obtained by your own hands.” The disclaimer did seem to come off rather harsh, but in the back of her mind, she hoped the mage would reconsider the offer and go about his own business.

“Otherwise...” She sighed. “You are welcome to accompany me.” The statement was followed by a nod, before turning her sights toward a cluster of trees in the distance, this time on their side of the river.

“The path to the south is being watched, and the Goblins won’t forget what happened back at the camp. We will continue to head west, but be on guard.” She said, putting a large hand on Brennan’s shoulder and giving the human a bit of a squeeze. “As these creatures have a nasty habit of picking on the smallest first.”

Vah’lux gave the other a wry grin and a gentle pat as she turned and headed toward the intended direction.

Musings n' Dreams

Blind, naked, and uncontrollable trembling.

Drowning me. Suffocating me.
Are you okay? What's wrong? Why cant you say?

You're a fake, just afraid.
You're not pretty, just looking for pity.

Anti-social and awkward?
Now THATS a first.

Do you have ANY idea how it feels?
Constantly terrified that you'll judge me?
Disapprove? Laugh?

I'm overwhelmed, in pain.
Trying to fight back,
But in vain.

All I can do is look away.
What do you want me to say?

Incoherent words
Are all I can say,
But you don't care.

I'm a freak,
But you think its ATTENTION I seek?

I fall deeper every second
Into the never-ending abyss of loneliness.

But its fine.

I guess I'll just make up friends of mine.

So...How's it going!

Welcome to the Guild!

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.