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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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As the Black Meadow disappeared beneath the evening sun the sight of a ruined tower loomed on the eastern horizon.
“Looks like we might just make it before dark. Don’t suppose Maerwald would be the type to cook a hot meal for us.” Edér squinted at the walls of the distant keep.
“The keep looks to be in a state of disrepair. Hard to imagine someone is actually living there.” Braith plucked a purple wildflower growing near the road. “Admeth’s Wyrt isn’t it? I’m still not accustomed to the flora of the Dyrwood.”
“That’s right.” It’s pretty common ‘round here. “Supposed to be named after Admeth Haret though I couldn’t tell you why exactly. Guess you probably wouldn’t have it Aedyr?”
“No, I never saw anything like it in the Cythwood. The weather is much warmer there. I’m sure most of our plants would not survive here.”
“I didn’t take you for a botanist.”
Braith laughed. “I don’t know that I could call myself that. Most of what I know I learned from playing in the palace gardens and informal study in my family’s library.”
“You think about your family much? Must be hard being so far from home.”
“I do miss my siblings and my governess. And many of our servants had been with our family since before my birth. Do you have siblings?”
“Had a brother. He died fighting in the Saint’s War.”
“I’m sorry for your loss. Were you close?”
“Oh you know we got along as brothers do.” Edér forced a smile and turned to Aloth. “What about you, got any siblings back home in Aedyr?”
“No, I was an only child.”
“Were you lonely with no brothers or sisters?” Braith picked an arrow-shaped mushroom growing on a nearby tree.
“I had my studies. I suppose I didn’t have time to be lonely.”
“That’s Settler’s Arrow.” Edér said in answer to Braith’s quizzical expression.
Braith darted off the path and returned holding a spray of small blue bell-shaped flowers. “Your favorite color.” She tucked them behind Aloth’s ear.
“Weel arenae ye jist th' sweetest wee hin'! But Ah loch pink myself. ” Iselmyr winked and landed a hard slap on Braith’s buttocks.
“Iselmyr!” Braith lept back in surprise, rubbing the sting on her cheek.
Aloth stumbled, clutching his throat, a look of horror washing over his face.
“You two seem to be getting along rather well. That some sort of sweatheart name?” Edér grinned at them.
Aloth fidgeted with his sleeve and shot Braith a worried glance.
Braith took a breath and laced her fingers. “It’s going to be okay. It was bound to happen sooner or later.” She put a hand on Aloth’s shoulder.
“Er…mind telling me what’s going on?” Edér looked from Aloth to Braith.
“I’m awakened. Her name is Iselmyr.” Aloth frowned and shifted uncomfortably. Braith smiled at him encouragingly.
Edér scratched his head for moment. “Guess that explains a few things. Good to know. Oh and you might want to be careful with that blue flower. It’s pretty deadly. That’s why we call it Berath’s Bell.”
“Ah!” Braith snatched the flower and tossed it to the ground.
Aloth replied to her gesture with an amused smile.
With the forest blocking most of the sky they had long since lost sight of the walls of Caed Nua. The occasional shaft of light suggested an approaching dusk. Braith skipped along ahead, her leather boots kicking up small clouds of dust and debris.
Edér turned to Aloth. “She seem more chipper than usual to you? Things must be going well with you two.”
“Yes, I would say so.”
They rounded a corner on the path and suddenly found themselves standing before a stone bridge leading over a moat. A rounded gateway through crumbling stone walls provided a glimpse into the inner courtyard of Caed Nua. A large amaua man stood just outside the gate, his back to the travelers, he appeared to be engrossed in the details of the stone masonry.
“Wonder what he’s up to.” Edér muttered to Aloth.
“Excuse me?” Braith approached the man.
The man gave a start and turned to face the group. “Oh! I didn’t see you there!” He adjusted his green and brown cap. “I’ve just been admiring this wall. The workers carved their names, each trying for a small piece of immortality.”
“That’s an interesting way of looking at it. You aren’t from the Dyrwood, are you?” Braith said, taking note of his accent and style of armor.
“No, I hail from the northern lands of Rauatai. For some time now I have been in search of a sacred text, the Tanvii ora Toha. My sources would indicate that it lies buried somewhere within this keep though I have had little luck in gaining entry. All manner of creatures lurk within.”
“We are hoping to speak to Maerwald. Perhaps we could help one another?” Braith offered.
“That sounds like an excellent idea my friend!” He gave a toothy grin. “My name is Kana Rua. And I should let you know that I am being pursued by a rather dogged group of would-be assassins.” He rubbed the back of his head sheepishly.
“Assassins? Why would they be after you?” Braith’s eyes widened in alarm.
“I believe they do not wish me to find what I am seeking though I can only guess as to why. They have been following me for some time.”
“Well, I suppose we should make the most of the remaining light.” Braith peered into the dilapidated courtyard.
“Not exactly a warm welcome.” Aloth smoothed his robes and followed the group as they set foot inside the gate.
Edér drew his sword, walking ahead as he surveyed the keep. A silence permeated the interior. Even the air felt unnaturally still, as though the wind itself feared to enter. The decaying remnants of outbuildings served as reminders of the keep that once was. Kana tightened his grip on his arquebus. Suddenly Braith stopped, holding her arms to her chest as a shiver ran through her body.
“He knows.”
Edér spun around at her words.
“Edér-” Aloth’s complexion paled as he looked not at his friend but at the area just above Edér’s shoulder.
“Oh…” Kana felt his grip on the arquebus falter as his palms shed a cold sweat.
Fearful yet unable to look away Edér turned, his sword arm trembling at his side. At first he did not see it. The setting sun cast odd, distorted shadows across the courtyard. Those cast by the four travelers appeared particularly bizarre, as though their limbs had been broken and then stretched to impossible lengths. Then something moved in the corner of his vision. Edér glanced about, his heart pounding in his chest as a cold chill ran up his spine.
“I can’t see it!” Edér yelled in frustration. “There’s nothing here!”
“No, no. Something’s here. I felt it just a second ago.” Braith stepped toward Edér.
“I thought saw something move near that ruined chapel with the adra formations.” Kana readjusted his grip and gestured to the building.
Braith turned to meet Kana’s gaze. Something on the ground caught her eye. A thick leather-bound tomb lay open on the grass. A wizard’s grimoire. “Where is Aloth?” The color drained from her face. “He was here but a moment ago!” She snatched up the grimoire. Aloth must’ve dropped it.
“Oh fuck! He wouldn’t have just left. I didn’t hear a damn thing.” Edér looked at Braith. “Could something’ve gotten him?”
Beads of sweat appeared on Braith’s forehead. The knuckles of her fingers turned white. She took a breath. “You saw something by that chapel? We should begin our search in earnest.” She strode toward the abandoned building.
“The elven wizard? I am truly sorry I should have paid more attention.” Kana made an apologetic expression.
“No sense blaming yourself. We’ll find him.” Edér turned to follow Braith.
“There’s nothing but rubble inside the chapel.” Braith emerged from the ruined structure, dust and cobwebs in her hair.
“Hey what’s this?” Edér reached down and tugged on the handle of a hatch on the far side of the building. It didn’t budge. “Must be barred from the other side.”
“Could he be down there?” Braith gazed forlornly at the sealed entrance.
“If I might interject,” Kana began, “I know something of this place. I believe there may be more than one entrance. Perhaps the main keep would be a place to start?”
“I hope you’re right.” Braith furrowed her brow. “And where is Maerwald in the midst of all this?”
“Maybe we’ll get lucky and run into him.” Edér turned to Braith. “Listen, I know Aloth means a lot to you but we’ve been walking all day. We don’t want to be tired out when we run into…whatever is in there.”
“I wouldn’t mind a rest but I don’t want to waste time looking for your friend. The decision is yours.” Kana gave her a sympathetic look.
Braith looked from Edér to Kana. Her lips trembled as though she were about to speak. “You’re right.” She said at last. “We should rest for the night and begin our search first thing in the morning.” She had felt a presence earlier. Something malevolent. It had taken Aloth yet had left the rest of them unharmed. But why? Braith felt uneasy. Her fingertips drew absentminded circles upon the leather binding of Aloth’s grimoire. The sensation of fingernails on her spine caused her to shiver and jolted her from her thoughts. “Alo-?” She began to say. No, had it merely been her imagination? She looked down at the leather-bound grimoire. Something of Aloth remained within it. Was this simply the way of wizards? Regardless, it gave her comfort to feel his presence.
Seeing Braith lost in thought Edér turned to Kana. “That looks as good a place as any to make camp.” He gestured to the crescent-shaped structure on the south side of the courtyard. “Though in a place like this we might outta take turns keeping watch.”
“I don’t mind going first. I’m not sure that I’m ready to sleep yet.” Braith tucked the grimoire into her knapsack.
The remaining sliver of the sun slipped beneath the horizon as the three companions readied their camp for the night, the nearby moat providing fish for their evening meal. Braith took the opportunity to bathe and remove her soiled bandages. Wading into the water she began unwrapping the cloth strips from her body. Pink scars and dark mottled bruises marred the surface of her skin, some nearly faded others much fresher. Aloth’s words from the previous night rose to her mind as she rubbed away the dirt and sweat, leaving the marks all the more visible. The muscles between her legs tightened as she recalled his familiar Aedyran speech, the texture of his hair against her shoulders, his slender fingers on her skin. She had known many men and women over the past decade, pleasing them and allowing them to take their pleasure from her naked flesh. She had felt their pleasure, lust, their resentment, and their anger as though the feelings were her own. Yet with Aloth she felt different, something she had never felt before and did not know quite how to describe. Perhaps Aloth’s lust for her was lingering in her own mind, shaping her thoughts? She thought it strange that he alone should have that ability. And why did her body tense at the thought of him? She placed her fingers inside the soft lips between her legs and withdrew dewy strands of moisture. She touched her fingers to mouth, running her tongue over their slippery surface. Her heart quickened as she remembered the way he had caressed her with his own tongue and fingertips. Tears rose to her eyes.
“You must be here somewhere. Cold and alone and terrified. I barely know you but you’ve changed something in me. I promise I will find you, and I will come to an understanding these changes you seem to be bringing in me.” She spoke aloud.
The moon overhead reflected on the dark water, its image broken by ripples. She untied her braid and dipped her hair in the water. Her wet hair smelled of smoke and clove oil. As she finished washing her hair something by the bank of the moat caught her eye. The grimoire peaked out from her knapsack, the pale light of the moon glinting off its oiled leather-bound cover. Braith glanced up at the crumbling wall of the keep. The light of the campfire suggested Kana and Edér were still awake. She stepped onto the bank and slid the grimoire from her knapsack. It was heavy and required both hands to hold properly. Yet somehow Aloth had always appeared at ease with it tucked beneath his arm. She traced the five-pointed star adorning the cover.
A shiver ran down her spine and she almost thought she could hear his voice. Braith kneeled down and opened the grimoire upon her knees, running her fingertips along the crimson spine she lowered her face to the pages, savoring their rich aroma. She thought she detected the faint scent of clove oil. A tingling sensation trickled down her spine. It was certainly his presence. Her hands moved across the smooth paper, his handwriting shimmered, tickling her palms and sending yet another shiver down her spine. She heard him whispering in her ear—the words of incantations she could not comprehend. Sighing softly at the sound of his voice she gripped the grimoire tighter.
Braith gasped aloud at the sensation of his fingertips on her shoulders, trailing up her neck and down her spine. She moaned as the muscles between her legs tensed with anticipation. Aloth’s handwriting danced beneath her desperate hands, his voice grew louder until she could hear nothing else.
“Wherever you are.” She murmured. “However you will. Take me. Here and now.”
She was not certain whether he heard her or whether he and the grimoire were simply acting on their own accord. She could not understand the words he spoke in her ear. Undeniable, however was the raw lust in his voice, in his hands as they rushed across her naked skin, his fingers in her mouth, his palms along her back. Covering her in her entirety and pressing into her.
“Oh gods!” She gave a muffled cry as his hands slid into her mouth, her ass, her cunt. Overwhelmed she whimpered in pleasure, her muscles flexing around his wrists as they moved further into her body. She felt his hands upon her neck, lifting her face upward. The tone of his voice changed and she thought she detected a change in the incantation. White-hot energy surged from his hands covering her body both inside and out. She writhed in pain or pleasure-she knew not which and attempted to scream. No sound escaped her lips, while one hand reached deep into her throat, two others gripped her neck, denying her breath. Her vision blurred—yet she could clearly see the words upon the grimoire. Dancing in her mind if not upon the page. The words he was speaking. His hands in and upon her flesh, igniting her body with life even as she thought she must be upon the verge of death—or utter ecstasy. At last her body gave a final violent shudder and Aloth’s voice erupted into a shower of flame, at once both hot and cold.
Braith lay naked upon the bank of the moat, her breath coming in ragged heaves, the muscles of her body trembling from exertion. She felt something wet slipping between her legs. She dabbed at it with her fingers and brought them to her face. Ink. Shimmery like the writing in the grimoire. She touched her fingers to her lips. It was salty.
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