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The Story of Braith	By : CinnabarCrow Category: +M through R > Pillars of Eternity Views: 2001 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The trio continued their journey toward Magran’s Fork. Something from his conversation with Iselmyr the previous night had stuck in his mind. If only his training as a wizard could be applicable to this dilemma. Aloth took pride in his accomplishments in his craft and the discipline that that required.
Something on the road caught Edér’s attention. “There’s someone up ahead. Let’s hope he’s friendly.”
“No, I don’t think he’s a threat to us.” Braith squinted at the silhouette of a human man. He’s waiting for someone.”
“You can tell that just by looking at him? Seems mighty useful. Well, what do you say we see what he’s after?”
As they drew nearer the man turned, directing his gaze at Braith. “You, I’ve seen your soul in the flames, Watcher.”
“Excuse me, what?” Braith gave the man a cautious glance. His skin was pock-marked and scarred by burns, his robe scorched and covered in soot. She felt a raw anger emanating from him, threatening to overwhelm her senses, seeping into every crack and fiber of her being much like the dirt that filled the creases on the man’s face. She took a step back and steadied herself. “What do you mean?”
“I see you’re a pampered Aedyran whore!” He spat. His knuckles turned white as he tightened his grip on a gnarled wooden staff. Flames danced upon the end of the shaft, casting an orange light upon his weathered brow. He looked at her darkly. “But more than that you are a Watcher. I would travel with you, I think we have much to learn from each other.”
“Are you sure he isn’t dangerous? I’d rather not have him around.” Aloth looked at the man nervously.
“We don’t know how long we’ll be on the road and we need all the help we can get.” Braith turned to face the man. “What is your name?”
The man glared. “My name is irrelevant but if you require titles then call me Durance. I don’t care what your name is.”
“Well, er, we’re headed to Caed Nua to speak with old Maerwald. We’re burning daylight and should head out soon.” Edér attempted to change the subject.
“Lead the way, Watcher.” Durance growled.
The sun set as they approached the Black Meadow. The dirt path cut through a band of dead foliage, a dark scar marring the face of the earth. The sun-bleached bones of drakes dotted the landscape.
“Well, at least it isn’t Gilded Vale.” Aloth frowned at their surroundings.
“I’m gonna go get dinner. You three make the camp okay? And no hanky-panky while I’m gone.” Edér winked at Aloth who turned a deep shade of scarlet.
“So she’s your whore is she?” Durance gave a snort. “If you’ve ever chased a skirt before you’d know. She’ll use you and leave you when it suits her.”
“Or perhaps the women you’ve known simply don’t take to being addressed as ‘whore’.” Aloth arched an eyebrow.
“Hmph.” Durance grunted.
Camp preparations went quickly with three sets of hands. They sat around the campfire while they waited for Edér to return. Durance sat in silence, his arms folded across his broad chest, staring into the fire. Aloth sat cross-legged on a blanket, leafing through the pages of his grimoire. Braith sat nearby, organizing the contents of her knapsack. He looked at her hair and frowned. The once-careful braid now more resembled a badly frayed rope, long tendrils of hair jutting out on all sides.
“Braith?”
“Yes?”
“Would you mind if I tidied your hair for you?”
Durance gave a derisive snort.
“Oh, I suppose it’s gotten rather bad again hasn’t it? I’ve never been any good at taking care of it.” She moved closer and sat with her back to Aloth.
“You really don’t think about your hair?” Aloth said incredulously as he untied her braid and began brushing her hair.
“Well, I used to get a lot of compliments on it. But back then I had a host of servants to dress it and fashion it into whatever the latest style happened to be.”
“You weren’t fond of the royal lifestyle?”
“Well, materially I had everything that I could have wanted and obviously as future mecwyn I had the best education that money could buy. Several private tutors, all experts in their fields. But it didn’t leave a lot of room for anything else. I had little interest in the social circles I was expected to participate in. As a child, once I learned how to control my skills as a cipher I took to tricking the servants so that I could sneak out of the palace to play in the gardens at all hours of the day and night.” Braith shook her head. “I was such a difficult child! And yet in spite of all that my governess managed to keep my secret. The poor woman, I must have scared her half to death a dozen times with my disappearances.”
“Disappearing to play in the gardens?”
“Yes. There was one time—I believe our family was hosting an important party of some sort and my sisters and I were to perform a song and dance. I remember how the gardens were decorated for the event. It was just too irresistible. So while my sisters were doing their performance I was nowhere to be seen. Suddenly my governess spots me in the lily pond just behind the main event. I remember how the flowers were in bloom. I had them threaded all throughout my coiffed hair and in the clasps of my dress. My governess was so furious with me but she didn’t dare make a scene. Then some dignitary from the audience spots me and at first I’m terrified that I’m going to get scolded. But then the wife of the dignitary exclaims at how I look like a water nymph and before I know it I’m surrounded by inebriated party guests—they waded into the pond to pick me up and touch my hair. My parents were very impressed and my governess had to pretend like she had planned it all along.”
“There.” Aloth finished the braid. “You aren’t usually so talkative.”
“I suppose not. Brushing my hair must have brought back memories.”
“How old are you, if you will pardon the question?”
“I’m soon to be thirty. And you?”
“Sixty-two.”
“Will you tell me about your childhood sometime?”
“I don’t know what there is to tell.” Aloth shifted as though suddenly uncomfortable.
“Don’t worry about it then.” Braith seemed to detect his discomfort. “She leaned over his shoulder. Your grimoire? The smell reminds me of my family’s library. It’s strangely nostalgic.”
Aloth smiled. “It appears Edér has returned.” He closed the grimoire and put it away. “I’ve enjoyed our conversation. I’d like to continue it later.”
“I would like that as well.”

Aloth awoke during the night. He had had a wet dream about Braith. The warmth of her cunt still lingering in his mind he cleaned himself up and was about to go back to sleep when he noticed that Braith’s bedroll was empty. He looked around the camp. Edér was sound asleep, making the occasional snort. Durance’s empty bedroll caught his attention.
“Dornt much troost heem dae ye?”
“Do I have any reason to? The way he spoke to Braith was despicable.”
“Ye gonnae gang swatch fur them?”
“Until I know she’s not in danger.” Aloth pulled on his leather armor, summoned a small ball of light into his hand, and walked into the dead vegetation of the Black Meadow. The cool blue light cast eerie shadows as he walked. Aloth swallowed a lump in his throat and continued onward.
“Ne'er thocht Eh'd see ye riskin' yer crease fur a lassie.”
“Shhh!” Aloth spun around at the sound of a snapping twig. Nothing. Perhaps it was just the wind. He continued onward. The pale form of a drake skeleton loomed ahead of him. There. Beneath the skeleton, two figures. Aloth rushed ahead and gasped in horror.
Braith was on her hands and knees, the blue robe she had borrowed from Aloth as well as her bandages lay in shreds on the ground around her. Her back and buttocks were covered in fresh wounds, many of them burns. Durance loomed over her, his robe hitched up around his waist as he thrust into her ass. In one hand he held the staff, thrusting its flaming tip into her pussy.
“Gonna fuck you, break you Watcher-whore!”
Braith whimpered, her voice muffled by the ground. She turned her head and her gaze caught Aloth’s. In that moment her eyes were those of a child, terrified and powerless. Aloth reached to cover his stomach as though shielding himself from a blow. He heard his father’s voice shouting in his ear.
And then he snapped.
Quickly and silently before Durance even noticed his presence Aloth flipped open his grimoire. Breathlessly he uttered the arcane words and directed a jet of flame at Durance. Durance yelled in pain, and tripped as he staggered backward. Braith crawled forward, taking shelter inside the drake’s bones. Without taking his eyes off the man flailing on the ground Aloth strode forward, whispering another incantation as his outstretched fingers erupted into a fan of flames that engulfed Durance. Durance howled and thrashed with pain as the heat burned his hair and robe and melted the flesh from his bones. Aloth covered his nose to avoid the smell and approached the drake skeleton to look for Braith.
“Braith?” He looked into the drake’s chest cavity. A pale figure lay huddled at the far side.
“Braith? He can’t hurt you anymore.” Aloth approached her.
Braith gave a low growl and remained huddled.
“Somethin' wrang wi' 'at lassie. She’s awakened. Micht nae be 'er yer seein' thaur.”
Aloth crouched down so that he was on a level with Braith. “It’s alright, you’re safe now.” He stretched out a hand.
“Try feedin' 'er.”
It was worth a try. Aloth reached into his pack and pulled out a dried biscuit, holding it out to Braith at arm’s length.
Braith sniffed the air and made a soft chirping sound. Warily she approached and took the biscuit into her hands.
“That's a guid lassie.” Iselmyr stroked her hair.
Braith made a cooing sound and seemed to relax a little.
“Braith?” Aloth tried to catch her gaze.
Braith gasped and lurched forward, wincing in pain with the sudden movement.“I’m…here.”
“Braith I’m so sorry.” Aloth looked the fresh wounds covering her skin. “Let me see if I have something to bandage you with.” He began searching through his pack.
She reached forward and took his hand. “We don’t have time. Do you hear that?” Braith gestured over her shoulder into the darkness and whispered, “wichts.”
_{Author's note: Sorry to all the Durance fans. Honestly I could not stand his constant bitching but I understand that he was many people's favorite character.}
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