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Geddoe Hydarion's page
6 posts. Alias of Yasha0006.
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It is finally finished. Those past few days felt like a lifetime...but then these things often do. Baron Vendikon is dead by my hand, so at least the others were spared having his blood on theirs. Ajah would have relished it...and probably bathed in the blood...but I digress.
Thankfully, Blacklock saw sense once the Baron's head came free...otherwise I highly doubt any of us would have survived. Ajah already lay bleeding, and that damnable horned monster had given me lasting wounds. All is well that ends well though.
This trip to Alvis, with the sky overhead seems to do me some good I must admit, sometimes its nice not to be behind walls of stone and wood. Before I left the town, I went and saw Blacklock. He may not have thought so, but here was a man worthy of his fine blade. In some ways, I almost lament that I did not get the chance to cross swords with him. Mayhap some other day, when the lives of so many doesn't hinge on what we both do.
Its strange to think that I may have earned myself a friend in him, especially when all I did was deceive him in town. Perhaps I told no outright lies, but I misled him and his honor paid for it. I think maybe its a price that he needed to pay though. Honor and duty chain a man from doing what they know they must do, irregardless of the consequences. Hopefully he will do well.
More later...
Lamashan 29th,
Its been a busy day...this town is filled with so much frantic activity that the ragged edge infecting nearly everyone here is impossible to ignore. After setting out individually, some of us in disguise, all of us tried to get a feel for the local situation here at Piren's Bluff.
There are a few things that have become obvious. Ajah-Sull is a moronic adolescent, Sebik is completely addled, and this Captain Blacklock seems to inspire confidence in the townsfolk. The people demand his word for their succor strangely, they don't seem to want the favor of the Baron. Indicative, I think.
There were some other events that occured, like the Andoran ultimatum that was delivered...or the strange town fool who seems to like me...but I...can't hardly think. I can't hardly write...I opened myself up to someone tonight in a way that I haven't since I was a boy...and I curse myself a fool for it.
And yet...I am strangely comforted. I went there with only the most direct intentions, act a convert, find out about the contracts, determine the danger. If present, eliminate it. Somehow....thats not what happened. I'm still not quite sure what really did happen. Then I signed it...that damned contract. Even writing so now...I can't help but think about what might be within my grasp though, through the virtues of that very cursed document. I've had desolate dreams too long to dream of my revenge...I almost think tempting me with it might be some ingenious form of torture.
At this point I just have to ignore the extraneous and trust myself and my judgement...except....
how can I trust myself now?
Lamashan 26
The more I am around these men, the more I question what are chances to succeed on this mission are. While Aubert seems competent and knows what we are doing and why, I don't think the same is true for the others. Ajah-Sull seems to be a homicidal brute and I'm not even certain Sekib even knows where we are going or why. Hopefully Dakovya knows what hes doing.
Its strange to be heading back near the border. While I never had an assignment near Piren's Bluff, this still brings me back to memories of my old life. Its both nostalgic and nauseating.
Now to hope that getting into this fortress won't prove too difficult. I'd rather not relive the past.
The sickened feeling I still get when I think of it always reminds me of the sounds of screaming children. Smells...the nauseating smell of charring flesh as the flames lick at them, driving their agony to new heights...I see these things and despair. I never should have done it! Never! Why did I ever believe that this wouldn't be exactly what was going to happen?!
Never again....and there I wake, those words upon my lips, the rains finally having soaked through my lean-to. Rubbing my eyes wearily, I set about rearranging this little camp and trying to restart a fire again this pervasive chill that seems not just to settle into my bones but into my heart and mind as well. As much as I could use the rest, sleep holds no draw for me now, not tonight, after that.
Once the camp is secured and the canvas keeping the rain off, I get the fire rekindled, grind some coffee in my handmill and throw it into the percolator. Some coffee to banish the night seems like a good idea at this point....
Turning my back on Augustana and the trip I was going to take was one of the more difficult things I have done in a long time. Its been too long since I've seen Estella. I miss her so. The dusty track leading to Alvis isn't terribly long, especially not compared to some of my other travels, but this trip is going to weigh heavily on me, I know it.
I'm worried about seeing Dakovya again. How should I act, now knowing what I know? Even knowing it, how could things have happened like they did if he knew about it?! Its partially finding the reasons for all this that I have to go. Estella, sorry. I'll come see you soon, that I promise. For now I have other devils to contend with, these are all ones that wear the faces of men though.
I wonder if I'll see Marcus there?
As I leave Augustana behind a few wary carts pass by me on the far side of the road, their drivers pushing them until they are well past me. I may need to buy a flea-bitten nag in the next flyspeck or I'll end up walking the whole way. Of course! Now it starts raining again. There went my cheerful mood.
I was brooding. Alone in a shadowed corner of the Dreaming Kraken Tavern in Augustana, my mood matched by the darkening skies. As the storm began to loose its fury on the town, I sigh heavily, already losing hope that there will be a ship leaving for Absalom today. Taking a long pull from a steaming mug of thick black coffee, I watched out the window as though some answer might be found in the falling rain.
The door of the tavern opened then with a sharp crack against the wall, the heavy wind having ripped it from the feeble grasp of the whip-slender man who staggered in. Shaking off his cloak, the newcomer walked into the common room and began looking about, searching for someone.
Seeing this and knowing that my past might catch up to me at any time, I placed one hand on my lap while drinking coffee with the other, surreptitiously sliding my dirk from its sheath and holding it under the table. After a moment of frustration and annoyance, the man near the bar gave a great start and simple stared, right at me. Knowing what this might mean, I tighten my grip on the dirk as he approaches.
Clearing his throat, the man croaked "Are you Geddoe Hydarion?"
Preparing myself to gut the man, I replied "And if I am?"
"Then this is for you." The man said with an incensed glare, slapping a folded letter down on the table, fortunately kept dry by his oiled cloak. He then stepped back and looked at me expectantly. Looking at him oddly, I moved my dirk from underneath the table, briefly enjoying the way his eyes widened before slitting open the letter. The seal...
A seal I hadn't seen in some time, that of the 3rd Andoran Republican Army. Glancing at the man again, I then unfolded the letter and read it.
I then read it again.
"Your response, sir?" The messenger asked.
"Tell Dakovya I'll be there." I replied without looking up. Frowning, I then stabbed the dirk to stand in the table and resumed looking out the window. The messenger just gave me an odd look and left then to get his cloak and depart.
Sighing again, I look to the storm and say to no one particular ,"It looks like I have to wait before coming to see you Estella..."
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