Baldur's Gate : The Sword Coast Chronicles : NWN2 Persistent World

Posted: **Tue Sep 03, 2013 6:43 pm**

"Mother" she dipped her arms in the cool harbor water as the ferry sailed smoothly across "Tell me about father again."
Tyalna smiled at her child and pulled on the oars "But you know every word dear, by rote, why don't you tell me?"

"He came from there" her small hands lift from the water and point up at the evening sky stars. "A gift from the harvest mother for you mama! " she spalshes the waves. "An angel, for a baby,.....for you. Meeee....." she jumps about in the ferry. "And one day, if I am good and true, I will get to fly next to daddy right?" she turns and looks at Tyalna.

Tylana nods and smiles, then turns away "If you are good and true...." She pulled on the oars once more and stared at the night sky above Waterdeep.

Posted: **Wed Sep 04, 2013 5:39 pm**

Blackened shreds sat upon his back, the wind tearing away at the rotting holes festering through his once gossamer wings.

Arradias, kneeling just beyond the laughing skulls of Curst tried once more to light the eternal night with his divine light. His body shone briefly, then sputtered and faded. The darkness once again enveloped his once celstial form and he nodded slowly, knowing the succubus had done her work exceedingly well.

The days traveled by as years and still he sat beyond the gates, trying to pull some mote of essensce forth in a desperate attempt to flee the outlands. It was this day that a curious a merchant eyed the deva and approached him.

Arradias did not even raise his head as a hand clasped his shoulder. The hooded merchant whispered in his ears. "Perhaps Celestial, when one can't save themselves....they ask for help."The hooded figure squeezes the angel's shoulder once more and turns nodding at the cackling skulls of Carceri.

Posted: **Sun Sep 08, 2013 7:35 am**

The old master flew across the planes. The monk, in the height of meditation was free of his mortal coil, something only a few true masters could achieve. For a time he merely enjoyed the sensation, then he heard it. An anguished plea, minute, broken and small.

Korakev, twisted slowly in the space between the planes, focusing on the pain. Finally he located it and launched himself there.

As he lowered his vibration and set down in the Outlands, he could see in the distance a ghastly town, but before the gates he saw something worse.

The bent, darkened form of a celestial bent low over the dusty desert ground, hunkered before the city entrance. Korakev glided over to the being, not too close, still respectful of the deva's power.

Arradias looked up, breaking his prayer. He studies the human's aura a moment, locking eyes with the mortal.

His lips, cracked and burnt, utter one word "Shylia".

Baldur's Gate : The Sword Coast Chronicles : NWN2 Persistent World

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