Reena - Drunk and Useless

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Re: Reena - Drunk and Useless

Post by Eira » Tue Apr 02, 2019 6:09 pm

Reena woke.

Almost immediately, she attempted to go back to sleep, nestling into the many blankets and pillows to hide herself again. But a whiff of rose and honey and a face nuzzling into her neck and cheek, convinced the woman that perhaps staying awake was best. A smile slid across her face as she gazed over at Robin, her lover laying propped up on one elbow.

The elf’s normally pristine braids were a wild and tangled mess, and Reena reached up in a feeble attempt to smooth them down. She worked out a single knot before her hand flopped down back into the blankets. A laugh escaped Robin, who then leaned down to brush her lips against Reena’s cheek.

“Good morning,” the elf woman murmured. “Sleep well?”

A yawn and stretch, and Reena turned, making a courageous attempt to rise from the pillows just far enough to kiss Robin back before whumphing back down into comfort. “Sure did.” She gave another yawn, wriggling deeper under the blankets. “An’ ya, luv?”

Robin hummed. “Well enough.”

Reena stared up and around at the room, attempting to decipher their location. She did not remember reaching an inn last night, but being tired enough did that. Or drunk. Or both. The walls were of some elegantly crafted dark wood, and the window outside showed only a clear sky. Turning her head, she noted the thick rug on the floor and a painting on the wall. Just squinting at the art, she could make out the beaming faces of two children.

“Luv?” Reena turned her face back to Robin, who frowned at the touch of concern in her voice. “How much didya say th’ room costed again?”

A pause.

The elf laughed suddenly, reaching over to playfully run her hands through Reena’s hair. “Nothing, you goose.” She grinned. “You were the one who said it was a gift from your family.”

“A gift.” Reena repeated. “Fer us?”

“And much better than your dowry would have been for that… whatever his name was,” Robin continued. She leaned down, voice lowering conspiratorially. “I think your parents prefer me as a daughter-in-law.”

Reena blinked.

Studying the face of her love, then the room again, she jerked backwards with a growl. “Stay outta me head, fiend!”

Across from her, Robin blinked, looking hurt. “What do you mean?”

“Oh, don’t ya start!”

Reena heard a sigh, coming from nowhere, and a liquid smooth voice that sent shivers through her body. “Are you sure?”

“I’m done wit’ yer games.”

“But you miss being happy.”

“I ne’er said I did.”

“And you miss her.”

Looking over to Robin, the elf's face frozen in confusion, Reena shuddered. “I… I do.”

“What harm in seeing what could be?”

“It ain’t real.”

“Awake and miserable, or dreaming and content? I know which I would choose.”

“Let me wake.”

Reena woke.

Sand coated the side of her face as she roused herself. The tent was stifling, and the woman crawled forward, waving a hand forward to pull the cloth aside so she could peer outside. The desert was dark and quiet.

She let the tent flap fall, shuffling backwards.

“Fine,” Reena choked out. “Please. Show her again. Show our family. I do. I miss her an’ I want her. Hells. I’ll do anything fer her again.”

Curling up with her sword in her arms, she closed her eyes once more and fell back into the dream.
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Re: Reena - Drunk and Useless

Post by Eira » Fri Apr 05, 2019 9:28 am

Reena woke.

A cloud drifted away from the sun, and she squinted in the sudden blinding glow. The woman yawned, and felt a hand in hers tighten as she shifted in place. She looked over. Robin lay in the grass next to her, face turned towards the sun with a similar sleepy expression.

"Wha's th' time?" Reena murmured, not sure if Robin was even awake enough to hear.

"Mrmnph," came the answer. The elf rolled over on her side with an arm reaching over to pull Reena close to her. "Not time enough for waking."

Reena closed her eyes again. "Mmm."

The sun was warm.
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Re: Reena - Drunk and Useless

Post by Eira » Sat Apr 06, 2019 6:39 pm

“You know how to make a warlock run?”

Reena stared at the two in front of her, frozen in place as the wash of white magic rippled over the dark tower of a man. His face was hidden; she couldn’t even begin to guess what sort of expression he was making. Some emotion from the pit of her stomach told her that she didn’t matter enough to merit a change of face from him. He would kill her and go back to what he had been doing. Like swatting at a bug.

He would kill her.

Kill.

That still hadn’t registered when he spoke again, an incomprehensible rumble to her ears, but for two words.

“Ten seconds.”

Reena nearly stayed. Maybe to stand there and take it, accept the death- maybe it would mean something to them. Not him of course, but the others. The other. The guard; hells she still didn’t even know his name. She had said as much before, staring at him in the eye through the slits of his helmet, unarmored and hands outstretched, just waiting for the bolt of his crossbow. He could kill her, and she wouldn’t fight it.

But as the shadow-wielder moved again, another spell rippling over him, she broke. She couldn’t. Not this time, not from him and maybe not ever.

Her voice rasped out in a hiss. “Hells.”

And Reena ran.
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Re: Reena - Drunk and Useless

Post by Eira » Mon Apr 08, 2019 6:10 pm

Reena woke.

“Darling,” Robin shook her shoulders gently, her voice soft and strained. The elf shook her again, expression turning pained. “Please, I need you to wake-”

“Sa’wake,” Reena groaned and struggled to sit up. “Whassamatter?”

“I already sent Vara and Ilun away- there’s a man here. A knight. He says he’s here to kill you.”

“Hells.” The warlock extricated herself from the tangle of blankets, fumbling her way over to their dresser for her sword. “Where’s me thrice-damned armor an’ me-”

A thought struck her, and Reena turned slowly to face Robin.

“Robin.” Her voice turned quiet. “Ya sent onla ta o’ our childers away?”

“Dain said he could hold him off so I could wake you-”

Reena didn’t wait for her wife to finish, bolting out the door and down the stairs. She burst out the front door and into the early morning to see him standing there, sword in his hand and a young man’s body crumpled before him in a pool of blood.

“Ya surprise me, Ser Knight,” she growled, raising her own blade to point towards him. “I always knew ya had nae wealth o’ moral code, but murder o’ childer now?”

Her voice cracked., and she refused to look down at the body of her son.

“That thing was not a child,” he replied, a twist of his hand shaking blood droplets from his sword. “Spawn of demon-cursed are demon-cursed themselves.

He wore no helm. His face was calm; beatific even. He truly believed his own words.

“So are those who lie with demon-cursed, I suppose,” she growled.

He did not rise to the goad, his gaze only moving past the warlock and to the house where Robin stood, frozen with fear. “Yes. They are.”

A wordless scream escaped Reena’s throat as she clutched at the amulet around her neck and sent a ball of fire forth to explode at his feet. She leaped for the knight, her sword snaking for his throat even as her other hand moved quickly to sketch symbols in the air.

The red energy arced towards him as he easily batted the warlock’s sword aside. It struck him in the side and disappeared, absorbed by some magical shield. Growling, Reena twisted her blade to strike again. Another symbol, and darkness fell over them.

All she could do was keep him distracted enough for Robin and their other children to escape. Reena darted around, striking him weakly as much as she could, keeping him turning away, keeping him busy. In the distance, she could see the figure of her wife fleeing for the forest.

When his sword finally bit into her chest-

Reena woke.

“Darling,” Robin shook her shoulders gently, her voice soft. The elf shook her again. “Please, I need you to wake-”

“Sa’wake,” Reena groaned and sat up quickly, reaching for her wife. “Whassamatter?”

“I should be asking you that, dearest.”

“Wha?”

Robin squeezed Reena’s hand. “You were restless. Crying out. Another nightmare?”

The warlock fell silent, laying back down in their bed. “…Yeah. I guess.”

“Do you want to talk about it?”

Letting out a deep breath, Reena shook her head. “Nae, jus’ foolish worries. Echoes o’ th’ past an’ such.”

“Hmmn.” The elf nestled up against her, Robin’s eyelids fluttering. “Perhaps try to sleep again?”

“Right.” She yawned, shutting her eyes.

Reena woke.

The sky was blue.

She stared up at the lazily drifting clouds, feeling almost as if she could fly up and join them. But her body was too heavy. Reena frowned at the thought and shifted her gaze, looking for the reason why. It was soon obvious, as a large sword pinned her body to the dirt. She tried to raise a hand to pull it out, but she couldn’t move her arms.

“Do you want help?”

A man stood there, elderly and wizened, with a crooked back and tears streaking the dirt and blood on his face. His clothing was simple and torn. Reena turned her face to him, struggling to place him in her memory. An errant thought of familiarity struggled to the forefront of her mind, but it soon drifted away as another cloud caught her attention.

He waited for her answer, and the woman attempted to draw in a deep breath. Nothing happened.

“If you want help, you must ask for it,” the man said. His voice was softly chiding, but Reena’s face turned away as if he had struck her.

She tried again to draw breath, to help along the words, but once more her chest did not move, and the words did not come. Something fiery-hot tightened around her throat.

“You must ask for help,” he said again. It was the third time he spoke, and Reena knew that it was the last.

The burning grip around her neck strengthened as the warlock struggled for the words. But she stayed silent, and with a disappointed sigh, the weeping man turned away. At each step he took away from her, Reena could feel the ground shake, echoed by a beat in her chest. The steps faded. The beat continued.

Reaching up now, she gripped the sword with both hands to pull it, inch by inch, out of her chest. She threw it to the side to clatter upon the ground, and looked into the cavity of her chest. A heart beat there. Her own heart, she realized, being in her chest, in her body.

Strange.

Reena lay back down to stare at the sky and the drifting clouds.

She had helped herself, in the end. It always ended up that way. Everyone lied and twisted her for their own purposes, speaking of helping her and caring for her, when all they wanted was to twist and twist and twist.

But he didn’t lie to her. She couldn’t trust him; couldn’t trust anyone but herself, but-

He didn’t lie.

Reena woke.

She lay on a couch, the familiar ceiling of the Nomad focusing from a blur. Someone had put a blanket over her. It was warm. Her head hurt, and she did not want to move. A faint din of tavern noise and the clinking of drinks echoed around her. Someone’s footsteps passed behind her, but she did not want to move.

This was one of the more boring dreams. She did not want to move.

Her eyes closed again.
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Re: Reena - Drunk and Useless

Post by Eira » Wed Apr 10, 2019 7:02 pm

Reena woke.

Immediately, the woman scrabbled backwards, away from where she had been laying with her face mere finger lengths from the gaping maw of a dead kobold. Her palms pricked and stung with the shards of stone and bone littering the floor of the cave. She took a moment to breathe before glancing around at the corpses littering the floor.

Picking through fuzzy memories, the warlock realized she had killed the… leader or high shaman or whatever of this group, and immediately passed out. At the thought, her mouth opened in jaw-rattling yawn and the tide of sleep threatened her once more.

Reena clenched her hands into fists, feeling shards dig into her flesh and the warmth of her own blood. Not now.

She rose to her feet, wincing as she put a hand out to catch the wall. But the pain cleared her mind and chased away the tempting grasp of sleep. Picking the flecks out of her palms, Reena managed to make it to the mouth of the cave and out into the night. She sank to her knees in the grass, suddenly unable to keep her eyes from closing once more.

The dream reached for her with both arms and pulled her under.

Reena woke.

“Are you feeling alright?” Robin’s cool hand pressed to her forehead. “You drifted off there for a moment.”

She blinked, shaking her head with a wry grin. “Ya been keeping me up ta late, ya vixen. I’m fine, jus’ a wee tired.”

“We still have some time before your parents arrive; maybe you should nap more.”

“But we gotta prepare fer- mmn,” Reena’s reply was cut off as the elf kissed her.

Reena woke.

She smelled dirt. And felt dirt, all over her face. The warlock raised her head and spit out bits of grass and dirt that had somehow made their way into her mouth when she had faceplanted into the ground.

“Issa this a dream or nae?” she muttered, struggling to her feet. Again.

Walking stiffly towards the road, Reena idly pawed through her bag. She was surprised when her search resulted in an olive-green bottle. Full bottle. With a cork just loose enough for her to wrestle off.

“Sa much fer promises.” She raised the bottle to her lips, hesitating just before it touched. “Hells ta’t. Sorra, Ser Knight. S’pose I kin disappoint ya further.” Reena tilted the bottle, savoring the burn of the moonshine in her throat.
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Re: Reena - Drunk and Useless

Post by Eira » Sun Apr 14, 2019 7:27 pm

“Damn it all, Caradoc,” the woman murmured to the sword she held before her.

It was still beautiful, and she couldn’t bring herself to hate it anymore. Casting it away would be unthinkable after so long spent with it by her side. Even now, with a sharp knife, she carefully picked away flakes of dried blood out of the cursive lettering carved into the blade. It kept her alive too well to let it fall to rust- not that she was entirely sure that it could rust. Knowing its maker, he would want her to wield it for as long as possible.

Pausing in her cleaning, Reena read the inscription again.

The world is filled with pain and torment-

She could agree.

-and the best that one can do is to suffer those blows that cannot be avoided-


These days, that seemed to be all of them. Time after time, battle after battle, arguments and quarrels and clashes, constantly hitting her. But she was stronger now. After enough time, surely she would be numbed to anything seeking to strike her.

-and deal as much pain back to those who offend.


That was the difficult part.

Reena looked up again and heaved a sigh. Her life would be a great deal more pleasant if everyone ignored her. Lonelier, perhaps, but lonely and content was better than lonely and miserable. Skal had given her that for a time; walking only with Caradoc at her side had been the most peace she had known.

“An’ then th’ drow happened,” the woman muttered. “Tha’s what I get fer tryin’ ta be helpful.”

First they praised her. Then they would start questioning what happened. Then they would have sought answers. Perhaps others may have traveled from the mainland. Brought word. Then accusations. Anger. Exile. Burnings. No care that she had only done what she had as a last resort for the good of others. Exactly as she had been warned three- no, four years before.

So, she left while they were still praising her. Before all of the inevitable.

It was the only way it could have ended well. Let them remember her only as the grumpy alcoholic who managed to bluff her way through an encounter that would have certainly ended in bloodshed. Ignore all the obvious concerns like the demonic speech, supposed confidence in dealing with drow, spouting lies to ally and foe alike, leaving the; by the Hells, leaving a spirit stone behind to gift their priestess with another chance at life-

Whenever Reena thought about that day, she cringed. So much could have gone wrong. If her group had been any less terrified and any more suspicious, they might have simply ignored her attempts to keep the situation calm. If any of them understood what she had first said in the demonic tongue, certainly they would not have allowed the drow to leave so easily. Or her. Not all concepts translate easily from Abyssal to Common. She was still surprised they had believed her on that.

“I just wanted ta make sure everyone got outta there alive.” Her voice rasped dryly in her throat and she struggled to swallow before reaching for a bottle. “That were it. It didn’t matter what happened after. If’n th’ drow come back, it don’t matter. Th’ Skal folk are strong.”

As she was her only audience, no one spoke up to deny her words. More and more, the warlock realized she rather preferred it that way. No one to call her a failure, no one to praise or rebuke her, no one at all.

“I don’ wan’ ta take revenge on anyone,” Reena admitted to herself, gaze dropping to the inscription once more. “I jus’ wan’ ta be let be.”

Pain tests all, but gives strength of spirit and true pleasure to the hardy and true.


Strength of spirit or apathy to misfortune? In her own case, she figured both were true.

“Course, th’ fact that yer spendin’ most o’ yer days whinin’ about how e’erythin’ is hard fer ya, don’t mean yer apathetic ta misfortune, jus’ that o’ everyone around ya.”

No one to rebuke her, except for herself.

Letting out another sigh, the warlock lifted her knife and continued to scratch blood off the blade. She did wallow in despair and self-pity. It grated to realize that the priest’s insight about her was right.

But she didn't have to admit it.
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