The unforgotten

We are so relieved to have made it to Bazzoxan. The tall black spires set into the foot of the mountain would have been breath taking if I had breath. The history here is palpable. Grandma cannot wait to soak our bones in a warm bath. “Why couldn’t we have been the kind of spirit that floats?” Granny complains. “Cheer up granny. I am sure there are loads of good stories here. There is bound to be some good information here for the colbalt soul.” “And an inn to relax in.” She adds…. As we enter the town we are faced with blob creatures with many eyes and mouths chomping on some poor towns folk. “Sorry grandma, we are going to have to postpone your bath”.
 
I found the battle with the jibber jabbers particularly challenging. Everything that could go wrong did. My cross bow jammed. Their chattering teeth made me feel like my head was splitting and then I think I fainted. To grandmas delight we awoke to the sight of Ciaran bent over us a soft moonlit glow making him look like an angel. Granny reached out with my hand and brushed his cheek. “Thanks Sonny”. She said, much to my amusement. Ciaran’s shocked look on his face made me want to chuckle.
 
Now back in the battle I decided to focus on listening to the stars. Feeling the magic of the ancestors reaching through the stars to me. A tattoo of an archer constellation forms on my arm and glows. From it, a transformation spreads across my body and I am one with the galaxy, star dust and space. I feel the power of the archer constellation and a glowing bow forms in my hand. I draw it back and fire at the chattering mouth blob thing. It withered and died on the spot.
 
Feeling redeemed I see my friends are fighting well also. We had those demons dealt with in no time.
 
We decided to head to the Ready Room a place we heard we could lodge for the evening. As we walked I spoke to a poor soul who told me they had been eaten by one of those jibber jabber things and how grateful they were that we were able to stop them.
 
At the ready room we met two individuals of interest. One was a teafling, who abandoned her friends in some creepy temple in the Betrayers Rise Mountian. We did figure out that she may have come connection to the Colbolt Soul and might even be a spy. She didn’t seem very trustworthy. But she did show us some neat things including a rubbing of a long haired woman from a wall carving in the Betrayers Rise.
 
I noticed Ezra must have wandered off… and there was someone else listening in on our conversation a hooded figure. Very goes to chat with her. Turns out she is willing to pay us to go to the temple and get some rubidium for her. She will give us 100 g if we go in the morning.
 
Armani comes over to me as I am taking with the Drow bar owners. I wished he had been the one who woke me up after i fainted on the battle field. He wanted to know if I wanted to hold on to his Chalace …. “How thoughtful, it’s really so sweet of him to….” While he goes and questions the teefling Question more in her room. “Wait what?! In her room? ALONE? ALL NIGHT!” My mind flooded with images of her hanging all over him while he stood in a silken robe. Suddenly I wanted to chuck his chalace at his head but instead I just pointedly said “No Thank you!”
 
He thinks he can mess with my feelings? Let’s see how he likes it. “Ezera dear! I’m crashing in your room tonight!” Please let me stay in your room I plead in my mind. I can’t bear to be hanging out in this bar where I can look down into the rooms. …. Uh but I also can’t bear to hear them through the walls whispering and her stupid giggle. Ahhh. I have to get out! I tear out of the inn and into the street running. I slow eventually taking in my surroundings and realize I have wandered to the hospital. I introduced my self to the Drow Priest there and offered my assistance. I need something to keep me busy. As I was tending to the injured from the recent demon attacks, I was called over by a wounded warrior of the Aura watch. He reached into a satchel and pulled out a small tiger eye carving with a name on it. He urged me to take it to the wall of the unforgotten. Confused I asked if it was for someone they lost but he would speak no more.
 
I arrived at the wall and saw candles and other trinkets there to honor the dead. This reverence for the dead was something I understood. I was not alone. An elder Drow was there and seemed angered to see a tourist at this sacred place. I reacted by pulling out the trinket the injured warrior at the hospital gave me and explained I was sent there to pay respects. The Drow softened and told me soldiers here carry objects with them with their own names to be placed at the wall when they die. Suddenly I had a moment of realization. The warrior… He knew he was not going to recover from his injuries. He knew he was going to die. That’s why he sent me here with his trinket with his name on it. I was glad to be able to do this for him. I hope it gave him some peace in his final moments. I told the elder Drow that I know my fair share of death and I honor those who have come before. My heart aches for those they have lost and those left behind. He turned to me, looked me in the eyes, reached out his hand and blessed me.
 
In this moment I felt a peace that I so desperately needed. How silly my love life problems seem now. Armani doesn’t even know i like him. He owes me nothing but maybe someday before our trinkets get placed on the wall we .. we will…. I don’t know.
 
I wonder if I can die… or die more permanently …. I wonder if everyone I know will age and die before my eyes. Do spirits see the world pass by them? Ages change? Feel time pass?
 
If I did fall for him and he died as morals do And he went to the other side….
 
To die alone and unremembered is a horrible thing…. But to “live” as a ghost forever without the one you love would also be unbearable.
 
Good thing I am not in love with him.