"Those Ghaik will pay for what they've destroyed. Villages. My people. Gah, all of this is their doing. I..will be their undoing!" A brunette Githyanki warrior sat on a rock, sharpening her blade and occasionally taking a look around. Her silver ornate armour boasted strength, high dignity, and artistic expression. A smith in these parts would love to stock such fine craftsmanship but alas, it is a secret of the Gith. As many things usually are. A mystically secretive, mysteriously efficient people. Much could be told from one encounter, yet most encounters are recalled by their aggressive nature alone. Not that it's far off however it would discount how complex they truly are. La'zel was no different.
Her hair was well adorned with a few golden loops, braids without sacrificing her warrior look.
Outside her small squat in the foliage, noise of goblins battling Intellect Devourers raged on; then both sides died to a group of archers. She rolled her eyes.
"This is why Gith are raised as warriors. Ever evolving conditions. One must be attuned to changes in current." Her poetic words spoken, only to a handful of insects and birds within the space she sat in. A breath of weariness and loneliness set in. It wasn't like she needed anyone: she is La'zel, a fine warrior on a path to ascension! Company was just a distraction. Valakith would laugh at such a disturbance. Loneliness, ha.
A brief moment passed. It felt like her self empowering efforts didn't amount to much. Silence felt suffocating to her usually still mind. With this flayer parasite in her head, she found it harder and harder to be calm. It would be a matter of time if ceremorphosis didn't already set in. She caught a breath, grouping together a few twigs and stepped on them hard. Angrily. Snuffing out that feeling of fear physically.
"I, La'zel, will not be bested!" She growled.
"HEY! WHO'S IN THERE?!" Someone shouted from outside the bush.
"Tchk..I am an idiot.." She sighed. Leaving silence in the air, she sucked in some and rushed out to tackle whoever stood by.
"A GITHYANKI! Watch your-" it would be a understatement to say it was cut short by her blade. La'zel swung the large sword with one hand, digging it directly into the shoulder crook of the guard. His face twisted with pain and fear, La'zel pushed close to his panicked breathing. As if whiffing the stench of death from it, she took out a small curved dagger to plunge it between his ribs. He screamed from the searing metal of the large blade, only to be introduced to another pain. It was no contest. She was highly trained in many ways, this was practically a brush up. Although, the strength she would usually throw being these attacks were halved due to fatigue. The dagger gets halfway before being snagged on the armor. An elbow quicky greets her cheekbone, knocking her a pace backwards.
"I'll..not be felled so..easily." his breath continued to be unstable. He dropped to a knee, unable to hold up any longer.
"You fight on. I'd commend such bravery..if it weren't so foolish." La'zel spoke. Nearby, in a bush, shivered another guard. "You..step forward..less you leave this fellow warrior in the dirt, coward." She pointed the glowing hot blade at the foliage.
"You are worse than any devil! Worse than any goblin..worse than these cultists! I will.."
"You will what? You will continue hiding in the grass like a cub? Face me, or know shame the weight of a thousands suns when I cut down this man." La'zel growled. Frustrated and ready to deliver on what she said.
"I..I can't..I was never a good swordsman..that's why I practiced archery.."
"much use it's done for you and your so called kinsman." She swiftly removed the head of the warrior with one swipe.
"NO! Bernie! You fucking She-Devil!" He charged with tears in his eyes. La'zel bashes him in the stomach with a knee. His face plants into the mud beneath.
"You truly are worthless.. pathetic. I almost pity such a weakness. You may live..so that others know to avoid making the same mistakes."
"I hate you...you will burn in the fires of the deepest pits..your actions will not be forgotten." He croaks hoarse, after yelling the way he did. Tears cleaning off pathways of dirt from his cheeks.
La'zel picks him up from the collar, lifting him to her waist and grabbing his chin.
"You know nothing. Nothing of what lies beyond. For I will not burn, I will ascend. You, you will know nothing but shame for you took no action. Blame none but yourself for your cowardice." She tossed him in the dirt again with an angry shove. La'zel began to loot when a large net swooped her from the ground, her sword fell from her grasp and she hung in this weaved trap. Tearing at the rope. Only to feel a few darts pierce her back..sleep darts. Her body tried to fight off the toxins but it was too late, she was too worn down.
"Ah ha, look at that..you can be useful, Dan." One tiefling said to the muddied survivor. Another, female, tiefling scoffed. Priming her bow to kill her.
"Not yet. Cage her and we'll interrogate her when she awakes." He said to the others.
La'zels vision clouded into darkness.
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"Tempt of Fate" - A Baldur's Gate 3 Story
General FictionCome join Templez and his crew on the adventures that will span across many chapters. As they find themselves at odds with the new alien brain worm mindmate, they will be doing their best to get along and understand how to go about saving the world...
