He rushed to the stage, clearing his way through the thick crowd of furious mothers, fathers, and occasional fans of death.
He was driven, his purpose clear, and his mind set, he had to free her, he had to save her, he cannot live without feeling the warmth of her yellow eyed gaze.
The elevated wooden platform came within sight, the man with the black hood wrapping the noose around her neck. Adrenaline rushed through him, he felt strong, as he attempted to push through the men in armor, standing in his path.
He managed to pass one, and another, only to be held down by four more, restrained and held to the ground, they were so many.. so strong and bigger then he was. His mother looked at him, a faint smile coming to her lips as the lever was pulled and his world was shattered.
Dennis awoke in the dead of night, covered in sweat he felt weak.. he turned aside quickly, relieving his body of the small dinner he had several hours ago. It wasnt long before he managed to calm himself down, someone such as himself cant allow himself to lose his nerves to some dream, he cant allow himself that.
As he laid down on the forest floor, sleep slowly overcame him once more, he was tired, tired of running, tired of hiding, tired of remembering.
What an odd and awkward situation he got himself into this time..
It was almost as if it was taken from a dramatic theater play, a couple who were very much in love, possibly made for each other, find themselves seperated due to the suddenly inflicted amnesia upon one of them.
Of course the problems dont end there, for while the one who remembers, in this case the man, attempts to restore his beloved's memories, she, the beloved who lost her memories, finds a new lover, one who cant possibly express the deep epic love the antagonist has for his former woman.
Dennis pictures himself coming on the stage of said play, as the crowd cries "boo!" on the villianous new lover, which was him.
And eventully as all plays such as this go, the antagonists unwavering commitment and love pays off, his beloved's memories either restored, or she decides to give him another chance, while the villian is left out, either killed after a duel with the hero or simply put to shame.
"Though it could also change in a suicidal chain like those weird tragic plays.." Dennis said to himself, but one thing remained clear, no one wants to see a play where the demon gets the girl.
Dennis hopped back as the dark creature attempted to grab him, he retaliated by making a horizontal slash, followed by a diagonal one, yet those never seemed to penetrate the figure's dark surface.
Another claw reached for his throat, only to have his shield come down upon it, and then bash the other claw reaching for his arm, his swordarm, reached for the faslks hanging by his belt, taking one and tossing at at the direction of the two glowing eyes. After this suprising move, the figure recoiled a bit, it's surface sizzling as the blessed water burned the unholy essence.
Dennis capitalized on the short window of oppertunity while the creature recovered to check on his companions, behind him stood Thomas, the barrier of swords he created prevented him from joinning Dennis, and to his side, Natalie had her wounds to take care of before she could rejoin the fray.
He was alone in this, at least for now, but the fact he was defending them, especially Natalie gave him renewed strength, he knew that he would run out of holy water, his blades were yet to prove useful, and this foe doesnt seem to tire, unlike him. However, if he bought them enough time, they could win this battle, dawn would arrive soon, and so will this battle be over.
He gripped the hilt of the kukri tightly, as his foe stepped forward once again, holding both clawed arms widely, and moving them towards Dennis, to crush him in a pincer like motion. Dennis ducked at the last moment, and quickly slashed at the being's stomach with all the force he could muster, yet it proved of no use, the creature, now clasping it's hands togather brought them down upon the warrior like a sledgehammer, only to miss him by an inch as he rolled backwards.
"Dawn is coming and so my time is passing, I shall leave you to your fate"
The echoing voice from before declared
Dennis shouted after him: "Afriad to face us as your servants fa-"
A mass of energy struck him from behind, he fell to his kness, and then to the dirt, seeing only Thom's fet as he rushed to his side, and everything went black.
A few minutes later, he awoke, restored by his companions, yet the feeling in his chest was dreadful, the pain was haunting.. it was similar to the pain he suffered at the hands of Patteel, but diffrent.
As they made their way back to the city, it faded, yet Dennis felt uneasy with the occurances of the last two days.
Dennis laid alone in his bed, he looked up at the wooden celling, he couldnt sleep, he knew he should rest to overcome the malign effects of the battle in the vampire lair, but he couldnt, she was still on his mind.
He turned to the other side of the bed, staring at the empty space just made him even more restless.
A familier, deep and echoing voice spoke loudly in his mind.
"Patteel defeated you, again.
You are making a mockery of my legacy, it is my power that runs in your veins, I can make you strong enough to defeat him, I can make you powerful enough to retrieve that female that you lust for s-"
"Love." Dennis corrected "You have the means to have her again, all you have to do is accept my terms, and she will be yours again..."
"Go away... leave me be"
Goral-Abas merely laughed "You are weak, that much you have inherited from your human legacy, and as great as your talent for killing is, you will come for my aid eventully, but the price will only become steeper...
The demon laughed once again, his voice slowly fading as he leaves his offspring to dwell in his on his pain.
Dennis sighed, watching the comings and goings of Baldur's gate citizens, he smiled to the vendor who offered him some vegtables, and tot he town crier who greeted him as he passed him, and although his casual facade, the pain he felt within was great.
How could it be? he who has the power to withstand the onslaught of the most ominous and greatest creatures of the region cannot even beat some renegade necromancer and his bizzare vampire master?
In the wilds, he is a predator, his claws strike with lightning speed, and his precision was matched only be a few, but in that dark and dust old house, all of his skills seemed to have been of no use, and now, when he had every motive and will to make every stroke count, and his foes fall, the rage growing within him felt like an inferno, at his own failure and at the night-singer, who took her from him. Patteel and Drakus will die, and this time, he will be there, he will make sure they never come back, nothing but a dim memory of an unfortunate past, not that he lacked any of those.
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Theyve decided to sail off for a few days, to Norland, the Moonshae island where she and her brother grew up, perhaps even meet her parents.
Now, that last part, for some unknown reason, it scared the living daylight out of Dennis, he knew this was important for her, but wasnt sure if he could.. pass the test. He could tell them about the Company, that was good, he could tell them about his assistance to Baldur's Gate's merchants, maybe even stretch it to say that the Company's work helps vitalise the enconomy.. if Natalie would let that pass.
But should they ask about his past? his parents? what if they will find out what he is? Getting himself thrown out of their house, and having her disowned was not a pleasent thought.
He looked at her, sleeping calmly, he felt reassured by that, she was happy now after all, and they still have sometime before the deciesive encounter..
"We'll cross that bridge when we get there." He said, and then he returned to his slumber.