Session 9: Rell's Log

General Summary

The buzz of a Fight Night swept through me, and I advanced straight past the two hulking guards without another glance. Elirith was still on my tail, but Smash and Bash quickly moved in my wake, huge forms effortlessly blocking her path. It was so unusual to enter this way; I’d almost forgotten.
They demanded her weaponry, and she hurriedly reached around to produce two small daggers from under her cloak. She seemed nervous with the blades, unsure and I wondered if they’d ever actually seen combat. Content with their haul, the stone monstrosities withdrew, though Elirith still glanced worriedly between them. Moving back for reassurance, I informed the pretty elf that only employees could keep their weapons within Haven and that she’d also need to refrain from using her spells. Though still obviously overwhelmed, she thankfully agreed.
As her head turned this way and that, all I wanted was to show Elirth exactly where we were. What better way than at the packed arena. Delight made my insides dance as we dodged a couple of people, descending a few steps before I halted us with an outstretched arm. I turned back, wanting to take in the sight through Elirith’s eyes and pride swelled immediately as her lips parted in shock, eyes wide in astonishment.
I knew she was observing the vast arena that spread down and out from our elevated position in the middle of the enormous room. Seats cascaded down either side of us in tiered rows, forming two corners of the four sides of a square that ended with the fighting pit itself. There was already a brawl in progress, and a deafening roar sounded all around us, causing Elirith’s eyebrows to shoot into her hairline as she audibly gasped.
Her awe continued as the crowd began to bellow and cheer alongside the battle below. A loud crash echoed around us, and the crowd chorused off a collective gasp. There was the slight head tilt of recognition as she saw humans, elves, dwarves, halflings, gnomes, goblins and a scattering of the more unusual races, even the odd changeling. We were unified here. Everyone was represented. No barriers. No preconceptions. Everyone was here for pure, shameless fun.
She’d turned those lovely green eyes back to Liv and me, before trying to confirm where we were in the city. Riding on my adrenaline, I’d only cheekily teased that perhaps we weren’t anymore. She’d thrown me such a small frown, but it tugged on my heart enough to confirm that we were underground, pointing upwards to the ceiling of rugged rock.
The throng was still jeering at the fight below as we moved downwards to find a spare space. Aled met us along the way, a tray of ale latched around his neck, and I’d smiled as memories stirred of a younger version of myself performing the same role. He’d asked after Elirith, who I’d once again confirmed as a friend. I didn’t often vouch for people, and I doubted Liv ever had, so I understood his curiosity. In exchange for his playful remarks, he provided Liv and I with a free drink, though Elirith once again refused any alcohol.
Trying not to spill the sloshing ale, we took our seats to catch only the end of the fight as a goblin pounced on its halfling combatant, biting furiously with jagged teeth. I couldn’t avoid a wince as blood splattered from the wounds, mixing with the hard-packed dirt of the pit’s floor and for a moment I was glad it had been arrows that took me down yesterday rather than savage claws and teeth. From the corner of my eye, I saw Elirith’s unrest at the carnage, though I knew both fighters would have their wounds checked and tended to, just not by Liv’s expertise this night.
Coin was already exchanging hands for the next round, and I pointed out the betting stands to Elirith, which were already heaving with patrons. She didn’t want to participate, but I bet ten gold on the “Dragon Horde” with Liv playing it safe on the better odds of “The Twins”. Knowing neither combatant, I couldn’t resist a chance on the underdog.
Loki had picked us out from the crowd, the vivid pink hair contrasting the black and white clothes he wore when adjudicating fights. He asked if I’d consider putting my name forward, eyes moving to the glaive I had propped beside me. Never having won before, I found renewed confidence despite the day’s earlier activities. Elirith was here, I’d grown in expertise in just the short time I’d been away, and the thrill of being back here spurred me on. I was often in the Wastelands on Fight Nights, or Mesh had me completing other tasks, this was an opportunity not to be missed. This time I didn’t have to fight alone either as I nudged and compelled a mostly unconvinced Liv to join me. Nerves jostled into butterflies in my stomach, but I couldn’t wait to be fighting in the pit again.
As the spectators took their seats for the next fight, I strained to see precisely what the “Dragon Horde” was. I was soon answered in the form of four kobolds, and I’d let out an exasperated sigh as Liv grinned infuriating in contrast. Elbowing her a little in retaliation, I got a warm glow of being home and amongst friends.
Though the kobolds encircled their opponent, two heavily armoured dwarves, they appeared to be no real match. One dwarf wielded a two-handed sword, while the other offered defence with an enormous shield. A bloody and brutal fight ensued, one of the kobolds was destroyed outright, with two more dragged to the infirmary and the final one ultimately yielding in defeat. The Twins didn’t escape either however with the shield wielder looking agonisingly as though he might not walk again.
Liv bit her lip as the arena was cleared and I explained to Elirith that one of Liv’s roles here was to assist and heal those that fought. When asked, I confirmed that we could indeed use our own spells or weapons as we worked here. Seeing her mull over this in her mind, I decided it was best we retreated up to Halo to give her a little respite from the mayhem.
Reaching the crossroads, I’d asked Elirith to decide if we should head left or right into the bar that encircled the top of the arena. She’d picked left, and I’d bowed low, delighting in her fascination of the situation she found herself in. It was still crowded here, but we passed through the crowd until rudely being cut off by a tabaxi. She’d taken a shine to Elirith it seemed, barring our path and offering the startled elf a drink. I’d taken one look at the flustered, stunned look on Elirith’s face, coupled by the leering dilated eyes of the tabaxi and felt a flutter of annoyance churn. Looping my arm around Elirith shoulders, I’d ushered her away from the ogling furball. The tabaxi had hissed back at me, but I’d merely pulled Elirith even closer and stuck my tongue back at the seething feline. I’d bought Elirith here; I had to look after her.
Seeing a few familiar faces, I greeted and gave well wishes to those I passed, until we reached the bar. Elirith was immediately drawn to the openings that allowed an unprecedented view down to the pit, while my attention, however, was on Otho’s nearby booth and sure enough, Nugget and Daq were its familiar guardians. The Changeling was performing one of his favoured games of mirroring those that strayed too close, in a display designed to both disturb and dissuade. It was going to be impossible to avoid them.
On seeing us, Daq instantly turned into Liv, matching her likeness precisely and we halted as Nugget continued to scan the crowd to cover Daq’s preoccupation. The Changeling took one look at Elirith and shifted into her, though it was distorted, the features enhanced and almost mocking as though someone had drawn a fabricated sexualised picture of the elf. When Elirith matched him, Daq had flashed an unusual expression of intrigue, reverting to his true form. You rarely saw Daq be gentle or kind, though as Elirith moved back to her original elven form also, that is how he acted. He answered her questions without mockery and although Elirith appeared a little overwhelmed, the relief in her posture was evident. Most surprising of all was when Daq pressed his forehead to hers, and she’d relaxed briefly into the touch as one might with a hug. It was so nice to see her be comfortable with what she was that I didn’t even mind that it was Daq she was sharing the moment with.
When Elirth stepped away, I snorted with indignation, asking why I wasn’t lovely enough to be portrayed. Daq had shot me a knowing smirk, shifting back into the false version of Elirith though barely altering expression. Jutting my chin out, I’d matched his smile and gestured vaguely that I quite liked it.
As soon as the change began, I’d realised, but it was too late to stop him, too late to intervene. Before me towered Mesh, a perfect reflection of my Mentor from Daq’s years of observations. The measured glare, the tensed muscles of her authoritative presence, everything was unsettlingly correct, and my eyes unwillingly swept up and down her body as though I didn’t know every inch of her. Rumbling in Mesh’s voice, Daq goaded that he’d thought this was my type and a wheezing noise left my throat.
Everything was burning, hotness tinged along my cheeks and up to flush the tips of my ears. Stumbling for words, I took a half pace away, but no matter where I looked it felt wrong, like I was only proving his point.
No. This wasn’t Mesh. Folding my arms defensively, I had all but growled back at the laughing Daq as he reverted from my Mentor’s form. He’d gotten just the reaction he’d wanted as always, leaving me not only riled but utterly self-conscious and embarrassed.
Leaving the smug Changeling behind I headed for the bar, suddenly more desperate for a drink than before. Elbowing our way through and calling to Sandra, she provided more ale for myself and a spirit for Liv. She gave Elirith a beverage diluted with a flower which I knew to be enhanced with magic, causing the drink to shimmer purple and providing a unique flavour.
We had no issues finding a booth as the occupants made their excuses upon seeing my glaive, knowing it meant I worked for Otho and although I’d usually not use my status within Haven to my advantage, it was beneficial sometimes. It also equalled to discounts on the inflated drink prices.
Settling into the seats, I couldn’t resist rubbing my ears a little to remove any last remnants of Daq’s escapades. I knew I wouldn’t be able to avoid the topic though and Elirith affirmed my thoughts as she asked who the half-orc had been. Not stopping a smile grace my features, I’d explained who Mesh was, that she was the leader of the Diplomats of which I was also a member. When prompted I confirmed that I’d been here a long time and Mesh had trained me, looked after me and taught me most of what I knew.
Elirith had pondered a breath before asking if Mesh was like a mother to me, and I’d snorted loudly at the ridiculous notion, almost choking as I spluttered on my ale. Laughing and shaking my head, I got a sharp image of the raised eyebrow Mesh would have portrayed at such a remark and a warm glow spread through me as I smiled back at the confused Elirith. Sweeping a hand back through my hair, I’d stated how she’d helped raise me but was undoubtedly my Mentor rather than a parental figure.
Elirith had closed her eyes, head tilting down slightly before she reopened them to meet my searching gaze. She explained that she recognised Mesh and I immediately leaned forward, elbows on the table between us. I’d already suspected it, but I had to check. I knew of only one way that prohibited races found their way into Bastion. Enquiring as to how she’d entered the city, she’d chewed on her lip a little before mentioning the tunnels I was quite familiar with, how Mesh had organised the venture and Dhaer had performed their usual navigating role to bring her and her family into Bastion.
Cocking my head to the side, I’d exchanged a knowing look with Liv, both of us revelling in shared understanding and delight. Elirith looked worried again, so I quickly revealed my amusement was because I also performed that role, that as a Diplomat one of my tasks was to arrange travel into the city for those that couldn’t get in by other means.
Asking how many had made the journey with her, she’d confirmed it was four total, her parents and sibling and I’d shifted a little in my seat as I sighed, mentioning how expensive that must have been. She’d resolutely met my gaze once again and stated that it was worth it.
I relaxed, agitation fading, of course it had been worth it. We offered a service no one else could; if they had not paid, they might already be dead.
Cautiously and curiously I asked after her family. Her eyes fell to her worrying hands as she told me that her father was dead, but her mother and brother were still alive within the city. Wanting to take her hand, I had to force myself to offer comfort via words instead. She gestured vaguely at herself, indicating that Elirith was one of her mother’s personas. I wasn’t very versed in Changeling anatomy, and it didn’t feel right to ask, so I just willed my condolences over to her. Now was not the place or time. Instead, I tried to steel myself for questions I guessed were about to come.
Her slightly strained eyes look at me once again, and she transferred the conversation onto my history. I steadied myself, tranquillity and meditation that I’d practised again and again with Mesh washing over me. I could do this, Elirith was a friend.
I revealed I’d been at Haven for around twenty years and acknowledged that half-elves were almost as rare as Changelings, even here. Letting out a steadying breath, I swallowed loudly and spoke of my father, a human who’d fallen in love with an elven woman. That they’d been killed years before during the Uprising, the human rebellion where they had marched on the Soul Anchor and killed alongside hundreds of others.
Distress was leaking into my words, and I tried to keep my tone even, stick to the facts. The facts were all that mattered. My heart was racing, and I had to close my eyes, fists clenching against the wood. Fear twisted, weaving through me in jagged spirals and I forced the image of Mesh forward again. Even if it was Daq, it didn’t matter. She always helped me to focus.
Elirith looked distressed as I managed to regain myself and I smiled for her which she gratefully returned. Hurriedly I moved on to how Otho had taken me in, given me a new home and I was proud that I had a purpose here.
Muffled cheers sounded out, signalling the start of another fight but as we moved back towards the pit, Elirith had halted us and asked for the bathroom. Rolling my eyes a little in case we missed the fight; I’d tapped my palm restlessly against my thigh, straining my neck to search into the arena, eager to get inside to find a good seat.
After a few minutes, someone moved close beside me, and I turned to see a Changeling. Pale, grey skin, coupled with the indistinct features that defined the race made them unmistakable. They had white shoulder hair and as they raised their eyes, I saw into two marbled pearls, whites, greys and silver dappling together across the iris. As our gazes met, they smiled, and I instantly knew. It was Elirith.
They confirmed my thoughts with a voice so unlike Elirith’s, low and well-spoken but at the same time, the flow of speech so familiar. It was intriguing, and I was so glad that she’d decided to be her true self that it washed away the lingering painful thoughts of my past. She could be happy, enjoy the freedom to be who she wanted or perhaps even just herself. How long since she had been in this form for any length of time, I shuddered to think.
We bet again, myself on the single Twin and Liv on the Bestial Chief; but once again I’d made a mistake. The enormous Bugbear had thrown a javelin, first of all, missing the dwarf and receiving a cut across the chest from the lone Twin. That was the only strike however as the beast’s Morningstar collided with bone, a crack resounding through the arena as the dwarf fell from the head wound.
Another roar chorused around as the Bugbear bowed and waved. I tried to study it a little, but Elirith caught my attention instead, asking if it was good coin fighting here. Nodding I confirmed that it depended on the round but could be in the hundreds. She seemed to ponder, and I’d teased as to whether she wanted to fight, giggling a little at the resolute shake to the head.
The next betting boards were displayed, and I saw the chalked names Pup and Little Anya. A groan preluded an exaggerated eyeroll as I took in Mesh’s pet nickname. Liv was seething beside me at Otho’s affectionate endearment for the same reason. Who’d been behind that choice, I’d wondered through gritted teeth. Elirith had perhaps sensed my displeasure and asked after the name, so I’d explained how Mesh often called me it, how I’d gotten under her feet as a child, frequently finding myself in mischief. I didn’t repeat the nasty reason Daq might of, that I bounded off into trouble and should be kept on a short leash.
Gesturing for Elirith to put a bet on us, we headed downwards towards the focus of everyone’s attention. Or at least we were fleetingly as once we’d hopped over into the pit, there was a commotion at one of the stairways, and we shielded our eyes to see Otho proceeding down towards us flanked by Nugget and Daq. Patrons were moving aside, respectfully making way as the leader of the Faithful approached the front row sweeping golden orbs briefly to me but then to settle on Liv.
Loki announced us, as I once again I flinched a little at the name. I let the elation of the crowd wash over me and I whisked my glaive up to twirl it around my head and body in practised snakes. My hands were clammy, and I had to save myself at the last moment, but the bawling excitement of the crowd spurred me on.
The Bugbear looked far more ferocious up front, snarling and snapping at the air in front of it, clearly still inspired by its recent win. I snorted, we’d show it.
The command to fight had barely left Loki’s lips when I charged forward, glaive whirling around me once more, but this time I lashed out to strike. Blood splattered out from the Bugbear’s chest, and the crowd roared, cheering me on. It was enough to inspire another attack, and I span my weapon down in another arc but this time the creature anticipated, my blade slicing into fur rather than flesh.
As I dodged around the Bugbear, Liv’s magic narrowly missed both me and the beast as it exploded into the arena wall. Wild hooting and clapping rose around us as I rolled my eyes; they always loved spells.
The creature was far more interested in me than Liv as it turned swinging its morningstar up to collide with my lower stomach and groin. All the wind left me as I doubled over, tears making my eyes blur as I struggled for breath. Then dread made my blood run cold as I’d felt the second strike of the mace pass through the space my skull had occupied moments before. Fuck.
Snarling, I whirled my glaive upwards carving into its thigh as it backtracked slightly. I blinked wetness from my eyes as I clambered to flank the fearsome beast. As I did so, the ground rumbled, and dirt formed upwards, rising into a vast if vaguely humanoid shape as it latched onto the alarmed Bugbear. Was that Liv’s spell? But no other thoughts emanated as a clunk reverberated around my mind like a gong. My knees jolted against the ground as I slid down to unconsciousness.
It must have only been moments before my eyes fluttered open, Liv now just a few paces away as the healing I was well acquainted with worked its magic. The Bugbear lurched for her, straining against the restraining spell. As it did so, a loud boom made me cry out once again as I was temporarily deafened. There was even a trickle of blood from my left ear, my palm coming away red as I rubbed the sensitive area. It had been as though the air had popped around us, perhaps some countermeasure of Liv’s that I’d not seen before.
Staggering to my feet, I shook my head to try to clear the blurred spots on my vision, and the Bugbear roared, turning towards Liv again, the source of its anguish. I had to stop it. A final desperate head shake and I’d lashed out with all my strength. It was a full, devastating crescent as I whirled my glaive to sever its legs.
My head was pounding, throbbing from the wild cheers as our combatant slumped to the floor. There had been no choice. Otho was here; I had to prove my skills. What if it had stuck her? Would Otho have intervened?
Laughing a little maniacally, predominantly glee though laced with residual concern, I span my glaive around me once again before slamming the end into the dirt. Cheers and applauds met me, once again and my arm was seized along with Liv’s as Loki enforced a celebratory bow. The gnome had asked if we wished to continue and I mentally counted the rounds before resolutely declining for once. We were almost at the finale. Mesh would not want me to risk. I got a twist of sadness and sorely wished she’d been here to finally see me victorious.
Elirith for some reason was in the pit, proceeding towards us from Otho’s position. She looked even more drained of colour, wringing her hands together in front of her as she approached, and her brow furrowed despite her Changeling features. It was an odd mix of shock and concern as she helped me to the infirmary. I had to use my glaive against the ground for support, with my other arm clutched to my quickly bruising abdomen.
The small room was packed with those that had fought prior, bodies jostling passed each other as demands were shouted with little heed to others present. It smelt metallic, interwoven with sweat and other body odours. Elirith tried to hide it but she certainly retched a little, so I quickly attempted to distract her.
Breathing still a little jaggedly, I asked her what she’d thought of the fight, and she’d beamed up at me, telling me that we’d been great and that I was fantastic. Giggling in an attempt to be blasé, but in what was swelling pride, I thanked her with a bow. Liv healed my wounds, and I was grateful to be able to stand upright, even if I’d be limping a little for the rest of the night. Compared to others, I’d been lucky, and Liv checked the rest of the patients, even stopping to cast a spell on the injured dwarf’s leg. He might never have walked again had it not been for her, and I was secretly grateful she’d stopped to check.
Deciding that celebratory drinks were in order, we took great pleasure in claiming Elirith’s betting slip. I was glad she’d believed in us, especially as she’d not bet on anyone else. Back in Halo, I couldn’t help but move to the window. There she was, the formidable Nugget, fighting against a figure whose identity was impossible to make out as they were in full plate. I’d been right to step out, Nugget always won. Although I enjoyed seeing her fight, we were here to revel in our own victory.
Elirith used her winnings to buy Liv and I a couple of Halo’s signature mixed spirits. One was red, the core in a perpetual hurricane, the other matched the colours of sunsets out in the Wastelands. After some encouragement, Elirith took a sip of mine and winked her nose up cutely as she struggled with the taste of the potent beverage.
Concluding that it would be better to meet with Otho before we became too inebriated, we approached their booth once more. As Daq was alone, he seemed a little more vigilant, and I encouraged Liv to be the one making the request. The bodyguard had paused, dragging out the moment as if pondering our worthiness before almost snapping out as to why we were waiting. I’d thrown him a glower as we proceeded inside, though I doubted he’d cared.
Otho was sitting, swirling clear liquid around their glass as we shuffled in, letting Liv lead as always. Taking our seats, they’d measured Eirith carefully, golden orbs intense as they searched for something unknown. When prompted, Liv and I had confirmed her as a friend, part of the Freelancers. Otho had examined and questioned her, drawing out her true name as Xue, which I’d not even considered to ask. It felt odd to think of her as anyone but Elrirth, though I’d known that couldn’t be her real name ever since she’d shifted on the cart.
Elirith wasn't forthcoming about what she’s divulged earlier, so I confirmed to Otho how Mesh and Dhar had escorted her through the tunnels. That piercing gaze had run over me for just a moment as my stomach knotted for interrupting. They already knew, of course they did.
As Otho looked back, Elirith changed, masculine features overtaking her as she shifted into a none-descript human male, someone that wouldn’t stand out in a crowd. A perfect disguise. It was peculiar to hear a male tone from her as she explained her journey once again, but this time she mentioned vaguely how her mother blamed herself for her father’s death. She also said her brother’s name for the first time, Xun. I dearly wanted to know more but I couldn’t for now.
Instead, we told Otho of the Waterworks and our pursuit into the warren of tunnels. As we spoke about the temple to Lilliana, Otho leaned forward, measuring us intently. Gesturing towards Elirith, I explained we’d found a book, and we almost received a smile as they retrieved the tome from Elirith’s outstretched hand.
We waited patiently as they skimmed the words, page after page, clearly able to understand the language that would have taken me days or weeks to decipher. They finally closed the book with a thud, running a finger down the spine and I was almost surprised when they rumbled out how it was a diary from a High Priest within the temple. It had spoken of a pilgrimage to a similar building dedicated to Ogien at the Qu’a’jit mountain range. It jogged a memory and I’m sure that was to the west, what was now known as the Cloud Spire mountains, beyond the Petrified Forest.
Otho demanded that they’d like to speak to Liv alone and I urged her mentally to talk of her dream. Standing, I spluttered out a request to also converse alone if possible, the air suddenly feeling close as they’d evaluated me with those endless eyes. They agreed once I’d urged its importance and I blew out a long sigh as I exited, ignoring Daq to stand close to Elirth.
She asked who Otho was or what they were, and I cursed myself for not having explained. Firstly, I corrected the common misconception of referring to them as him, shaking my head as I revealed I didn’t honestly know what they were, only that they were powerful. They were the leader of the Faithful, ran Haven and oversaw everything and everyone within it. Elirth had pinched her lip in confusion, so I’d tried to explain that the Diplomats were a subsection of the Faithful, led by Mesh. Diplomats, myself included, retrieved valuables from the Wastelands for the Faithful, whether that be goods or Intel. We obviously also smuggled people into the city.
I begin to sketch a drawing for the thoughtful Elirith but Liv exited and my name rang out. Dropping pencil and napkin, I skirted back inside, halting to bow low as I did so. Apologising for taking up their time, I tried to formulate my worries as I shuffled my feet, fidgeting and glancing around without really focusing.
Finally, I voiced my fears at meeting with the Council, that I would say the wrong words or not act correctly, that I’d slip up in some irreparable way and endanger not only myself but Haven as well. Somehow, I met their steady gaze as they straightened, seemingly taking my apprehensions seriously. They’d advised me to be still if that was the case and to do nothing. Swallowing once more I’d managed a few steps forward, my voice shaking a little as I pleaded that I couldn’t, that I was too scared. Adjusting once more, Otho had radiated a gentler more concerning aura at my distress and informed me that I should do what Mesh would want.
Nodding as my thoughts ran away, Otho’s deep voice continued as though trying to reassure me; stating that I was doing well. Momentary joy overtook my worry as I smiled back at the Faithful leader, confirming again how I was looking after Liv. Another knowing look was cast my way, and I found myself edging backwards before I received the hand wave and confirmation that I was dismissed.
The night continued into a haze of faces, strong drinks and discussions on nonsense before we stumbled down to Liv’s room. She muttered about how Otho had said the stalactite was extremely dangerous, something about House Karlaith but I’d been too busy pulling pillows onto the floor to care.
Nightmares plagued me, horrific crashes and screams that I couldn’t pinpoint nor advance towards or from. It had awoken me with a start, and I’d risen in a daze, fingertips trailing along the wall as I stumbled from Liv’s room back into the arena. Though I barely remembered my journey, I’d certainly knocked into a few obstacles and veered sideways as I’d fallen off balance, having to catch myself against the wall. Somehow I was in the barracks, groans and murmured complaints met me as I staggered between the cots towards my own. Gripping the edge of my bed, I starred at her door, squeezing my eyes shut as what I’d told Elirith somersaulted through my mind.
She wasn’t here. I had to be strong. Leave it buried.
Collapsing onto my front I surrendered to sleep once more.






























































The buzz of a Fight Night swept through me, and I advanced straight past the two hulking guards without another glance. Elirith was still on my tail, but Smash and Bash quickly moved in my wake, huge forms effortlessly blocking her path. It was so unusual to enter this way; I’d almost forgotten. They demanded her weaponry, and she hurriedly reached around to produce two small daggers from under her cloak. She seemed nervous with the blades, unsure and I wondered if they’d ever actually seen combat. Content with their haul, the stone monstrosities withdrew, though Elirith still glanced worriedly between them. Moving back for reassurance, I informed the pretty elf that only employees could keep their weapons within Haven and that she’d also need to refrain from using her spells. Though still obviously overwhelmed, she thankfully agreed.
As her head turned this way and that, all I wanted was to show Elirth exactly where we were. What better way than at the packed arena. Delight made my insides dance as we dodged a couple of people, descending a few steps before I halted us with an outstretched arm. I turned back, wanting to take in the sight through Elirith’s eyes and pride swelled immediately as her lips parted in shock, eyes wide in astonishment.
I knew she was observing the vast arena that spread down and out from our elevated position in the middle of the enormous room. Seats cascaded down either side of us in tiered rows, forming two corners of the four sides of a square that ended with the fighting pit itself. There was already a brawl in progress, and a deafening roar sounded all around us, causing Elirith’s eyebrows to shoot into her hairline as she audibly gasped.
Her awe continued as the crowd began to bellow and cheer alongside the battle below. A loud crash echoed around us, and the crowd chorused off a collective gasp. There was the slight head tilt of recognition as she saw humans, elves, dwarves, halflings, gnomes, goblins and a scattering of the more unusual races, even the odd changeling. We were unified here. Everyone was represented. No barriers. No preconceptions. Everyone was here for pure, shameless fun.
She’d turned those lovely green eyes back to Liv and me, before trying to confirm where we were in the city. Riding on my adrenaline, I’d only cheekily teased that perhaps we weren’t anymore. She’d thrown me such a small frown, but it tugged on my heart enough to confirm that we were underground, pointing upwards to the ceiling of rugged rock.
The throng was still jeering at the fight below as we moved downwards to find a spare space. Aled met us along the way, a tray of ale latched around his neck, and I’d smiled as memories stirred of a younger version of myself performing the same role. He’d asked after Elirith, who I’d once again confirmed as a friend. I didn’t often vouch for people, and I doubted Liv ever had, so I understood his curiosity. In exchange for his playful remarks, he provided Liv and I with a free drink, though Elirith once again refused any alcohol.
Trying not to spill the sloshing ale, we took our seats to catch only the end of the fight as a goblin pounced on its halfling combatant, biting furiously with jagged teeth. I couldn’t avoid a wince as blood splattered from the wounds, mixing with the hard-packed dirt of the pit’s floor and for a moment I was glad it had been arrows that took me down yesterday rather than savage claws and teeth. From the corner of my eye, I saw Elirith’s unrest at the carnage, though I knew both fighters would have their wounds checked and tended to, just not by Liv’s expertise this night.
Coin was already exchanging hands for the next round, and I pointed out the betting stands to Elirith, which were already heaving with patrons. She didn’t want to participate, but I bet ten gold on the “Dragon Horde” with Liv playing it safe on the better odds of “The Twins”. Knowing neither combatant, I couldn’t resist a chance on the underdog.
Loki had picked us out from the crowd, the vivid pink hair contrasting the black and white clothes he wore when adjudicating fights. He asked if I’d consider putting my name forward, eyes moving to the glaive I had propped beside me. Never having won before, I found renewed confidence despite the day’s earlier activities. Elirith was here, I’d grown in expertise in just the short time I’d been away, and the thrill of being back here spurred me on. I was often in the Wastelands on Fight Nights, or Mesh had me completing other tasks, this was an opportunity not to be missed. This time I didn’t have to fight alone either as I nudged and compelled a mostly unconvinced Liv to join me. Nerves jostled into butterflies in my stomach, but I couldn’t wait to be fighting in the pit again.
As the spectators took their seats for the next fight, I strained to see precisely what the “Dragon Horde” was. I was soon answered in the form of four kobolds, and I’d let out an exasperated sigh as Liv grinned infuriating in contrast. Elbowing her a little in retaliation, I got a warm glow of being home and amongst friends.
Though the kobolds encircled their opponent, two heavily armoured dwarves, they appeared to be no real match. One dwarf wielded a two-handed sword, while the other offered defence with an enormous shield. A bloody and brutal fight ensued, one of the kobolds was destroyed outright, with two more dragged to the infirmary and the final one ultimately yielding in defeat. The Twins didn’t escape either however with the shield wielder looking agonisingly as though he might not walk again.
Liv bit her lip as the arena was cleared and I explained to Elirith that one of Liv’s roles here was to assist and heal those that fought. When asked, I confirmed that we could indeed use our own spells or weapons as we worked here. Seeing her mull over this in her mind, I decided it was best we retreated up to Halo to give her a little respite from the mayhem.
Reaching the crossroads, I’d asked Elirith to decide if we should head left or right into the bar that encircled the top of the arena. She’d picked left, and I’d bowed low, delighting in her fascination of the situation she found herself in. It was still crowded here, but we passed through the crowd until rudely being cut off by a tabaxi. She’d taken a shine to Elirith it seemed, barring our path and offering the startled elf a drink. I’d taken one look at the flustered, stunned look on Elirith’s face, coupled by the leering dilated eyes of the tabaxi and felt a flutter of annoyance churn. Looping my arm around Elirith shoulders, I’d ushered her away from the ogling furball. The tabaxi had hissed back at me, but I’d merely pulled Elirith even closer and stuck my tongue back at the seething feline. I’d bought Elirith here; I had to look after her.
Seeing a few familiar faces, I greeted and gave well wishes to those I passed, until we reached the bar. Elirith was immediately drawn to the openings that allowed an unprecedented view down to the pit, while my attention, however, was on Otho’s nearby booth and sure enough, Nugget and Daq were its familiar guardians. The Changeling was performing one of his favoured games of mirroring those that strayed too close, in a display designed to both disturb and dissuade. It was going to be impossible to avoid them.
On seeing us, Daq instantly turned into Liv, matching her likeness precisely and we halted as Nugget continued to scan the crowd to cover Daq’s preoccupation. The Changeling took one look at Elirith and shifted into her, though it was distorted, the features enhanced and almost mocking as though someone had drawn a fabricated sexualised picture of the elf. When Elirith matched him, Daq had flashed an unusual expression of intrigue, reverting to his true form. You rarely saw Daq be gentle or kind, though as Elirith moved back to her original elven form also, that is how he acted. He answered her questions without mockery and although Elirith appeared a little overwhelmed, the relief in her posture was evident. Most surprising of all was when Daq pressed his forehead to hers, and she’d relaxed briefly into the touch as one might with a hug. It was so nice to see her be comfortable with what she was that I didn’t even mind that it was Daq she was sharing the moment with.
When Elirth stepped away, I snorted with indignation, asking why I wasn’t lovely enough to be portrayed. Daq had shot me a knowing smirk, shifting back into the false version of Elirith though barely altering expression. Jutting my chin out, I’d matched his smile and gestured vaguely that I quite liked it.
As soon as the change began, I’d realised, but it was too late to stop him, too late to intervene. Before me towered Mesh, a perfect reflection of my Mentor from Daq’s years of observations. The measured glare, the tensed muscles of her authoritative presence, everything was unsettlingly correct, and my eyes unwillingly swept up and down her body as though I didn’t know every inch of her. Rumbling in Mesh’s voice, Daq goaded that he’d thought this was my type and a wheezing noise left my throat.
Everything was burning, hotness tinged along my cheeks and up to flush the tips of my ears. Stumbling for words, I took a half pace away, but no matter where I looked it felt wrong, like I was only proving his point.
No. This wasn’t Mesh. Folding my arms defensively, I had all but growled back at the laughing Daq as he reverted from my Mentor’s form. He’d gotten just the reaction he’d wanted as always, leaving me not only riled but utterly self-conscious and embarrassed.
Leaving the smug Changeling behind I headed for the bar, suddenly more desperate for a drink than before. Elbowing our way through and calling to Sandra, she provided more ale for myself and a spirit for Liv. She gave Elirith a beverage diluted with a flower which I knew to be enhanced with magic, causing the drink to shimmer purple and providing a unique flavour.
We had no issues finding a booth as the occupants made their excuses upon seeing my glaive, knowing it meant I worked for Otho and although I’d usually not use my status within Haven to my advantage, it was beneficial sometimes. It also equalled to discounts on the inflated drink prices.
Settling into the seats, I couldn’t resist rubbing my ears a little to remove any last remnants of Daq’s escapades. I knew I wouldn’t be able to avoid the topic though and Elirith affirmed my thoughts as she asked who the half-orc had been. Not stopping a smile grace my features, I’d explained who Mesh was, that she was the leader of the Diplomats of which I was also a member. When prompted I confirmed that I’d been here a long time and Mesh had trained me, looked after me and taught me most of what I knew.
Elirith had pondered a breath before asking if Mesh was like a mother to me, and I’d snorted loudly at the ridiculous notion, almost choking as I spluttered on my ale. Laughing and shaking my head, I got a sharp image of the raised eyebrow Mesh would have portrayed at such a remark and a warm glow spread through me as I smiled back at the confused Elirith. Sweeping a hand back through my hair, I’d stated how she’d helped raise me but was undoubtedly my Mentor rather than a parental figure.
Elirith had closed her eyes, head tilting down slightly before she reopened them to meet my searching gaze. She explained that she recognised Mesh and I immediately leaned forward, elbows on the table between us. I’d already suspected it, but I had to check. I knew of only one way that prohibited races found their way into Bastion. Enquiring as to how she’d entered the city, she’d chewed on her lip a little before mentioning the tunnels I was quite familiar with, how Mesh had organised the venture and Dhaer had performed their usual navigating role to bring her and her family into Bastion.
Cocking my head to the side, I’d exchanged a knowing look with Liv, both of us revelling in shared understanding and delight. Elirith looked worried again, so I quickly revealed my amusement was because I also performed that role, that as a Diplomat one of my tasks was to arrange travel into the city for those that couldn’t get in by other means.
Asking how many had made the journey with her, she’d confirmed it was four total, her parents and sibling and I’d shifted a little in my seat as I sighed, mentioning how expensive that must have been. She’d resolutely met my gaze once again and stated that it was worth it.
I relaxed, agitation fading, of course it had been worth it. We offered a service no one else could; if they had not paid, they might already be dead.
Cautiously and curiously I asked after her family. Her eyes fell to her worrying hands as she told me that her father was dead, but her mother and brother were still alive within the city. Wanting to take her hand, I had to force myself to offer comfort via words instead. She gestured vaguely at herself, indicating that Elirith was one of her mother’s personas. I wasn’t very versed in Changeling anatomy, and it didn’t feel right to ask, so I just willed my condolences over to her. Now was not the place or time. Instead, I tried to steel myself for questions I guessed were about to come.
Her slightly strained eyes look at me once again, and she transferred the conversation onto my history. I steadied myself, tranquillity and meditation that I’d practised again and again with Mesh washing over me. I could do this, Elirith was a friend.
I revealed I’d been at Haven for around twenty years and acknowledged that half-elves were almost as rare as Changelings, even here. Letting out a steadying breath, I swallowed loudly and spoke of my father, a human who’d fallen in love with an elven woman. That they’d been killed years before during the Uprising, the human rebellion where they had marched on the Soul Anchor and killed alongside hundreds of others.
Distress was leaking into my words, and I tried to keep my tone even, stick to the facts. The facts were all that mattered. My heart was racing, and I had to close my eyes, fists clenching against the wood. Fear twisted, weaving through me in jagged spirals and I forced the image of Mesh forward again. Even if it was Daq, it didn’t matter. She always helped me to focus.
Elirith looked distressed as I managed to regain myself and I smiled for her which she gratefully returned. Hurriedly I moved on to how Otho had taken me in, given me a new home and I was proud that I had a purpose here.
Muffled cheers sounded out, signalling the start of another fight but as we moved back towards the pit, Elirith had halted us and asked for the bathroom. Rolling my eyes a little in case we missed the fight; I’d tapped my palm restlessly against my thigh, straining my neck to search into the arena, eager to get inside to find a good seat.
After a few minutes, someone moved close beside me, and I turned to see a Changeling. Pale, grey skin, coupled with the indistinct features that defined the race made them unmistakable. They had white shoulder hair and as they raised their eyes, I saw into two marbled pearls, whites, greys and silver dappling together across the iris. As our gazes met, they smiled, and I instantly knew. It was Elirith.
They confirmed my thoughts with a voice so unlike Elirith’s, low and well-spoken but at the same time, the flow of speech so familiar. It was intriguing, and I was so glad that she’d decided to be her true self that it washed away the lingering painful thoughts of my past. She could be happy, enjoy the freedom to be who she wanted or perhaps even just herself. How long since she had been in this form for any length of time, I shuddered to think.
We bet again, myself on the single Twin and Liv on the Bestial Chief; but once again I’d made a mistake. The enormous Bugbear had thrown a javelin, first of all, missing the dwarf and receiving a cut across the chest from the lone Twin. That was the only strike however as the beast’s Morningstar collided with bone, a crack resounding through the arena as the dwarf fell from the head wound.
Another roar chorused around as the Bugbear bowed and waved. I tried to study it a little, but Elirith caught my attention instead, asking if it was good coin fighting here. Nodding I confirmed that it depended on the round but could be in the hundreds. She seemed to ponder, and I’d teased as to whether she wanted to fight, giggling a little at the resolute shake to the head.
The next betting boards were displayed, and I saw the chalked names Pup and Little Anya. A groan preluded an exaggerated eyeroll as I took in Mesh’s pet nickname. Liv was seething beside me at Otho’s affectionate endearment for the same reason. Who’d been behind that choice, I’d wondered through gritted teeth. Elirith had perhaps sensed my displeasure and asked after the name, so I’d explained how Mesh often called me it, how I’d gotten under her feet as a child, frequently finding myself in mischief. I didn’t repeat the nasty reason Daq might of, that I bounded off into trouble and should be kept on a short leash.
Gesturing for Elirith to put a bet on us, we headed downwards towards the focus of everyone’s attention. Or at least we were fleetingly as once we’d hopped over into the pit, there was a commotion at one of the stairways, and we shielded our eyes to see Otho proceeding down towards us flanked by Nugget and Daq. Patrons were moving aside, respectfully making way as the leader of the Faithful approached the front row sweeping golden orbs briefly to me but then to settle on Liv.
Loki announced us, as I once again I flinched a little at the name. I let the elation of the crowd wash over me and I whisked my glaive up to twirl it around my head and body in practised snakes. My hands were clammy, and I had to save myself at the last moment, but the bawling excitement of the crowd spurred me on.
The Bugbear looked far more ferocious up front, snarling and snapping at the air in front of it, clearly still inspired by its recent win. I snorted, we’d show it.
The command to fight had barely left Loki’s lips when I charged forward, glaive whirling around me once more, but this time I lashed out to strike. Blood splattered out from the Bugbear’s chest, and the crowd roared, cheering me on. It was enough to inspire another attack, and I span my weapon down in another arc but this time the creature anticipated, my blade slicing into fur rather than flesh.
As I dodged around the Bugbear, Liv’s magic narrowly missed both me and the beast as it exploded into the arena wall. Wild hooting and clapping rose around us as I rolled my eyes; they always loved spells.
The creature was far more interested in me than Liv as it turned swinging its morningstar up to collide with my lower stomach and groin. All the wind left me as I doubled over, tears making my eyes blur as I struggled for breath. Then dread made my blood run cold as I’d felt the second strike of the mace pass through the space my skull had occupied moments before. Fuck.
Snarling, I whirled my glaive upwards carving into its thigh as it backtracked slightly. I blinked wetness from my eyes as I clambered to flank the fearsome beast. As I did so, the ground rumbled, and dirt formed upwards, rising into a vast if vaguely humanoid shape as it latched onto the alarmed Bugbear. Was that Liv’s spell? But no other thoughts emanated as a clunk reverberated around my mind like a gong. My knees jolted against the ground as I slid down to unconsciousness.
It must have only been moments before my eyes fluttered open, Liv now just a few paces away as the healing I was well acquainted with worked its magic. The Bugbear lurched for her, straining against the restraining spell. As it did so, a loud boom made me cry out once again as I was temporarily deafened. There was even a trickle of blood from my left ear, my palm coming away red as I rubbed the sensitive area. It had been as though the air had popped around us, perhaps some countermeasure of Liv’s that I’d not seen before.
Staggering to my feet, I shook my head to try to clear the blurred spots on my vision, and the Bugbear roared, turning towards Liv again, the source of its anguish. I had to stop it. A final desperate head shake and I’d lashed out with all my strength. It was a full, devastating crescent as I whirled my glaive to sever its legs.
My head was pounding, throbbing from the wild cheers as our combatant slumped to the floor. There had been no choice. Otho was here; I had to prove my skills. What if it had stuck her? Would Otho have intervened?
Laughing a little maniacally, predominantly glee though laced with residual concern, I span my glaive around me once again before slamming the end into the dirt. Cheers and applauds met me, once again and my arm was seized along with Liv’s as Loki enforced a celebratory bow. The gnome had asked if we wished to continue and I mentally counted the rounds before resolutely declining for once. We were almost at the finale. Mesh would not want me to risk. I got a twist of sadness and sorely wished she’d been here to finally see me victorious.
Elirith for some reason was in the pit, proceeding towards us from Otho’s position. She looked even more drained of colour, wringing her hands together in front of her as she approached, and her brow furrowed despite her Changeling features. It was an odd mix of shock and concern as she helped me to the infirmary. I had to use my glaive against the ground for support, with my other arm clutched to my quickly bruising abdomen.
The small room was packed with those that had fought prior, bodies jostling passed each other as demands were shouted with little heed to others present. It smelt metallic, interwoven with sweat and other body odours. Elirith tried to hide it but she certainly retched a little, so I quickly attempted to distract her.
Breathing still a little jaggedly, I asked her what she’d thought of the fight, and she’d beamed up at me, telling me that we’d been great and that I was fantastic. Giggling in an attempt to be blasé, but in what was swelling pride, I thanked her with a bow. Liv healed my wounds, and I was grateful to be able to stand upright, even if I’d be limping a little for the rest of the night. Compared to others, I’d been lucky, and Liv checked the rest of the patients, even stopping to cast a spell on the injured dwarf’s leg. He might never have walked again had it not been for her, and I was secretly grateful she’d stopped to check.
Deciding that celebratory drinks were in order, we took great pleasure in claiming Elirith’s betting slip. I was glad she’d believed in us, especially as she’d not bet on anyone else. Back in Halo, I couldn’t help but move to the window. There she was, the formidable Nugget, fighting against a figure whose identity was impossible to make out as they were in full plate. I’d been right to step out, Nugget always won. Although I enjoyed seeing her fight, we were here to revel in our own victory.
Elirith used her winnings to buy Liv and I a couple of Halo’s signature mixed spirits. One was red, the core in a perpetual hurricane, the other matched the colours of sunsets out in the Wastelands. After some encouragement, Elirith took a sip of mine and winked her nose up cutely as she struggled with the taste of the potent beverage.
Concluding that it would be better to meet with Otho before we became too inebriated, we approached their booth once more. As Daq was alone, he seemed a little more vigilant, and I encouraged Liv to be the one making the request. The bodyguard had paused, dragging out the moment as if pondering our worthiness before almost snapping out as to why we were waiting. I’d thrown him a glower as we proceeded inside, though I doubted he’d cared.
Otho was sitting, swirling clear liquid around their glass as we shuffled in, letting Liv lead as always. Taking our seats, they’d measured Eirith carefully, golden orbs intense as they searched for something unknown. When prompted, Liv and I had confirmed her as a friend, part of the Freelancers. Otho had examined and questioned her, drawing out her true name as Xue, which I’d not even considered to ask. It felt odd to think of her as anyone but Elrirth, though I’d known that couldn’t be her real name ever since she’d shifted on the cart.
Elirith wasn't forthcoming about what she’s divulged earlier, so I confirmed to Otho how Mesh and Dhar had escorted her through the tunnels. That piercing gaze had run over me for just a moment as my stomach knotted for interrupting. They already knew, of course they did.
As Otho looked back, Elirith changed, masculine features overtaking her as she shifted into a none-descript human male, someone that wouldn’t stand out in a crowd. A perfect disguise. It was peculiar to hear a male tone from her as she explained her journey once again, but this time she mentioned vaguely how her mother blamed herself for her father’s death. She also said her brother’s name for the first time, Xun. I dearly wanted to know more but I couldn’t for now.
Instead, we told Otho of the Waterworks and our pursuit into the warren of tunnels. As we spoke about the temple to Lilliana, Otho leaned forward, measuring us intently. Gesturing towards Elirith, I explained we’d found a book, and we almost received a smile as they retrieved the tome from Elirith’s outstretched hand.
We waited patiently as they skimmed the words, page after page, clearly able to understand the language that would have taken me days or weeks to decipher. They finally closed the book with a thud, running a finger down the spine and I was almost surprised when they rumbled out how it was a diary from a High Priest within the temple. It had spoken of a pilgrimage to a similar building dedicated to Ogien at the Qu’a’jit mountain range. It jogged a memory and I’m sure that was to the west, what was now known as the Cloud Spire mountains, beyond the Petrified Forest.
Otho demanded that they’d like to speak to Liv alone and I urged her mentally to talk of her dream. Standing, I spluttered out a request to also converse alone if possible, the air suddenly feeling close as they’d evaluated me with those endless eyes. They agreed once I’d urged its importance and I blew out a long sigh as I exited, ignoring Daq to stand close to Elirth.
She asked who Otho was or what they were, and I cursed myself for not having explained. Firstly, I corrected the common misconception of referring to them as him, shaking my head as I revealed I didn’t honestly know what they were, only that they were powerful. They were the leader of the Faithful, ran Haven and oversaw everything and everyone within it. Elirth had pinched her lip in confusion, so I’d tried to explain that the Diplomats were a subsection of the Faithful, led by Mesh. Diplomats, myself included, retrieved valuables from the Wastelands for the Faithful, whether that be goods or Intel. We obviously also smuggled people into the city.
I begin to sketch a drawing for the thoughtful Elirith but Liv exited and my name rang out. Dropping pencil and napkin, I skirted back inside, halting to bow low as I did so. Apologising for taking up their time, I tried to formulate my worries as I shuffled my feet, fidgeting and glancing around without really focusing.
Finally, I voiced my fears at meeting with the Council, that I would say the wrong words or not act correctly, that I’d slip up in some irreparable way and endanger not only myself but Haven as well. Somehow, I met their steady gaze as they straightened, seemingly taking my apprehensions seriously. They’d advised me to be still if that was the case and to do nothing. Swallowing once more I’d managed a few steps forward, my voice shaking a little as I pleaded that I couldn’t, that I was too scared. Adjusting once more, Otho had radiated a gentler more concerning aura at my distress and informed me that I should do what Mesh would want.
Nodding as my thoughts ran away, Otho’s deep voice continued as though trying to reassure me; stating that I was doing well. Momentary joy overtook my worry as I smiled back at the Faithful leader, confirming again how I was looking after Liv. Another knowing look was cast my way, and I found myself edging backwards before I received the hand wave and confirmation that I was dismissed.
The night continued into a haze of faces, strong drinks and discussions on nonsense before we stumbled down to Liv’s room. She muttered about how Otho had said the stalactite was extremely dangerous, something about House Karlaith but I’d been too busy pulling pillows onto the floor to care.
Nightmares plagued me, horrific crashes and screams that I couldn’t pinpoint nor advance towards or from. It had awoken me with a start, and I’d risen in a daze, fingertips trailing along the wall as I stumbled from Liv’s room back into the arena. Though I barely remembered my journey, I’d certainly knocked into a few obstacles and veered sideways as I’d fallen off balance, having to catch myself against the wall. Somehow I was in the barracks, groans and murmured complaints met me as I staggered between the cots towards my own. Gripping the edge of my bed, I starred at her door, squeezing my eyes shut as what I’d told Elirith somersaulted through my mind.
She wasn’t here. I had to be strong. Leave it buried.
Collapsing onto my front I surrendered to sleep once more.The buzz of a Fight Night swept through me, and I advanced straight past the two hulking guards without another glance. Elirith was still on my tail, but Smash and Bash quickly moved in my wake, huge forms effortlessly blocking her path. It was so unusual to enter this way; I’d almost forgotten. They demanded her weaponry, and she hurriedly reached around to produce two small daggers from under her cloak. She seemed nervous with the blades, unsure and I wondered if they’d ever actually seen combat. Content with their haul, the stone monstrosities withdrew, though Elirith still glanced worriedly between them. Moving back for reassurance, I informed the pretty elf that only employees could keep their weapons within Haven and that she’d also need to refrain from using her spells. Though still obviously overwhelmed, she thankfully agreed.
As her head turned this way and that, all I wanted was to show Elirth exactly where we were. What better way than at the packed arena. Delight made my insides dance as we dodged a couple of people, descending a few steps before I halted us with an outstretched arm. I turned back, wanting to take in the sight through Elirith’s eyes and pride swelled immediately as her lips parted in shock, eyes wide in astonishment.
I knew she was observing the vast arena that spread down and out from our elevated position in the middle of the enormous room. Seats cascaded down either side of us in tiered rows, forming two corners of the four sides of a square that ended with the fighting pit itself. There was already a brawl in progress, and a deafening roar sounded all around us, causing Elirith’s eyebrows to shoot into her hairline as she audibly gasped.
Her awe continued as the crowd began to bellow and cheer alongside the battle below. A loud crash echoed around us, and the crowd chorused off a collective gasp. There was the slight head tilt of recognition as she saw humans, elves, dwarves, halflings, gnomes, goblins and a scattering of the more unusual races, even the odd changeling. We were unified here. Everyone was represented. No barriers. No preconceptions. Everyone was here for pure, shameless fun.
She’d turned those lovely green eyes back to Liv and me, before trying to confirm where we were in the city. Riding on my adrenaline, I’d only cheekily teased that perhaps we weren’t anymore. She’d thrown me such a small frown, but it tugged on my heart enough to confirm that we were underground, pointing upwards to the ceiling of rugged rock.
The throng was still jeering at the fight below as we moved downwards to find a spare space. Aled met us along the way, a tray of ale latched around his neck, and I’d smiled as memories stirred of a younger version of myself performing the same role. He’d asked after Elirith, who I’d once again confirmed as a friend. I didn’t often vouch for people, and I doubted Liv ever had, so I understood his curiosity. In exchange for his playful remarks, he provided Liv and I with a free drink, though Elirith once again refused any alcohol.
Trying not to spill the sloshing ale, we took our seats to catch only the end of the fight as a goblin pounced on its halfling combatant, biting furiously with jagged teeth. I couldn’t avoid a wince as blood splattered from the wounds, mixing with the hard-packed dirt of the pit’s floor and for a moment I was glad it had been arrows that took me down yesterday rather than savage claws and teeth. From the corner of my eye, I saw Elirith’s unrest at the carnage, though I knew both fighters would have their wounds checked and tended to, just not by Liv’s expertise this night.
Coin was already exchanging hands for the next round, and I pointed out the betting stands to Elirith, which were already heaving with patrons. She didn’t want to participate, but I bet ten gold on the “Dragon Horde” with Liv playing it safe on the better odds of “The Twins”. Knowing neither combatant, I couldn’t resist a chance on the underdog.
Loki had picked us out from the crowd, the vivid pink hair contrasting the black and white clothes he wore when adjudicating fights. He asked if I’d consider putting my name forward, eyes moving to the glaive I had propped beside me. Never having won before, I found renewed confidence despite the day’s earlier activities. Elirith was here, I’d grown in expertise in just the short time I’d been away, and the thrill of being back here spurred me on. I was often in the Wastelands on Fight Nights, or Mesh had me completing other tasks, this was an opportunity not to be missed. This time I didn’t have to fight alone either as I nudged and compelled a mostly unconvinced Liv to join me. Nerves jostled into butterflies in my stomach, but I couldn’t wait to be fighting in the pit again.
As the spectators took their seats for the next fight, I strained to see precisely what the “Dragon Horde” was. I was soon answered in the form of four kobolds, and I’d let out an exasperated sigh as Liv grinned infuriating in contrast. Elbowing her a little in retaliation, I got a warm glow of being home and amongst friends.
Though the kobolds encircled their opponent, two heavily armoured dwarves, they appeared to be no real match. One dwarf wielded a two-handed sword, while the other offered defence with an enormous shield. A bloody and brutal fight ensued, one of the kobolds was destroyed outright, with two more dragged to the infirmary and the final one ultimately yielding in defeat. The Twins didn’t escape either however with the shield wielder looking agonisingly as though he might not walk again.
Liv bit her lip as the arena was cleared and I explained to Elirith that one of Liv’s roles here was to assist and heal those that fought. When asked, I confirmed that we could indeed use our own spells or weapons as we worked here. Seeing her mull over this in her mind, I decided it was best we retreated up to Halo to give her a little respite from the mayhem.
Reaching the crossroads, I’d asked Elirith to decide if we should head left or right into the bar that encircled the top of the arena. She’d picked left, and I’d bowed low, delighting in her fascination of the situation she found herself in. It was still crowded here, but we passed through the crowd until rudely being cut off by a tabaxi. She’d taken a shine to Elirith it seemed, barring our path and offering the startled elf a drink. I’d taken one look at the flustered, stunned look on Elirith’s face, coupled by the leering dilated eyes of the tabaxi and felt a flutter of annoyance churn. Looping my arm around Elirith shoulders, I’d ushered her away from the ogling furball. The tabaxi had hissed back at me, but I’d merely pulled Elirith even closer and stuck my tongue back at the seething feline. I’d bought Elirith here; I had to look after her.
Seeing a few familiar faces, I greeted and gave well wishes to those I passed, until we reached the bar. Elirith was immediately drawn to the openings that allowed an unprecedented view down to the pit, while my attention, however, was on Otho’s nearby booth and sure enough, Nugget and Daq were its familiar guardians. The Changeling was performing one of his favoured games of mirroring those that strayed too close, in a display designed to both disturb and dissuade. It was going to be impossible to avoid them.
On seeing us, Daq instantly turned into Liv, matching her likeness precisely and we halted as Nugget continued to scan the crowd to cover Daq’s preoccupation. The Changeling took one look at Elirith and shifted into her, though it was distorted, the features enhanced and almost mocking as though someone had drawn a fabricated sexualised picture of the elf. When Elirith matched him, Daq had flashed an unusual expression of intrigue, reverting to his true form. You rarely saw Daq be gentle or kind, though as Elirith moved back to her original elven form also, that is how he acted. He answered her questions without mockery and although Elirith appeared a little overwhelmed, the relief in her posture was evident. Most surprising of all was when Daq pressed his forehead to hers, and she’d relaxed briefly into the touch as one might with a hug. It was so nice to see her be comfortable with what she was that I didn’t even mind that it was Daq she was sharing the moment with.
When Elirth stepped away, I snorted with indignation, asking why I wasn’t lovely enough to be portrayed. Daq had shot me a knowing smirk, shifting back into the false version of Elirith though barely altering expression. Jutting my chin out, I’d matched his smile and gestured vaguely that I quite liked it.
As soon as the change began, I’d realised, but it was too late to stop him, too late to intervene. Before me towered Mesh, a perfect reflection of my Mentor from Daq’s years of observations. The measured glare, the tensed muscles of her authoritative presence, everything was unsettlingly correct, and my eyes unwillingly swept up and down her body as though I didn’t know every inch of her. Rumbling in Mesh’s voice, Daq goaded that he’d thought this was my type and a wheezing noise left my throat.
Everything was burning, hotness tinged along my cheeks and up to flush the tips of my ears. Stumbling for words, I took a half pace away, but no matter where I looked it felt wrong, like I was only proving his point.
No. This wasn’t Mesh. Folding my arms defensively, I had all but growled back at the laughing Daq as he reverted from my Mentor’s form. He’d gotten just the reaction he’d wanted as always, leaving me not only riled but utterly self-conscious and embarrassed.
Leaving the smug Changeling behind I headed for the bar, suddenly more desperate for a drink than before. Elbowing our way through and calling to Sandra, she provided more ale for myself and a spirit for Liv. She gave Elirith a beverage diluted with a flower which I knew to be enhanced with magic, causing the drink to shimmer purple and providing a unique flavour.
We had no issues finding a booth as the occupants made their excuses upon seeing my glaive, knowing it meant I worked for Otho and although I’d usually not use my status within Haven to my advantage, it was beneficial sometimes. It also equalled to discounts on the inflated drink prices.
Settling into the seats, I couldn’t resist rubbing my ears a little to remove any last remnants of Daq’s escapades. I knew I wouldn’t be able to avoid the topic though and Elirith affirmed my thoughts as she asked who the half-orc had been. Not stopping a smile grace my features, I’d explained who Mesh was, that she was the leader of the Diplomats of which I was also a member. When prompted I confirmed that I’d been here a long time and Mesh had trained me, looked after me and taught me most of what I knew.
Elirith had pondered a breath before asking if Mesh was like a mother to me, and I’d snorted loudly at the ridiculous notion, almost choking as I spluttered on my ale. Laughing and shaking my head, I got a sharp image of the raised eyebrow Mesh would have portrayed at such a remark and a warm glow spread through me as I smiled back at the confused Elirith. Sweeping a hand back through my hair, I’d stated how she’d helped raise me but was undoubtedly my Mentor rather than a parental figure.
Elirith had closed her eyes, head tilting down slightly before she reopened them to meet my searching gaze. She explained that she recognised Mesh and I immediately leaned forward, elbows on the table between us. I’d already suspected it, but I had to check. I knew of only one way that prohibited races found their way into Bastion. Enquiring as to how she’d entered the city, she’d chewed on her lip a little before mentioning the tunnels I was quite familiar with, how Mesh had organised the venture and Dhaer had performed their usual navigating role to bring her and her family into Bastion.
Cocking my head to the side, I’d exchanged a knowing look with Liv, both of us revelling in shared understanding and delight. Elirith looked worried again, so I quickly revealed my amusement was because I also performed that role, that as a Diplomat one of my tasks was to arrange travel into the city for those that couldn’t get in by other means.
Asking how many had made the journey with her, she’d confirmed it was four total, her parents and sibling and I’d shifted a little in my seat as I sighed, mentioning how expensive that must have been. She’d resolutely met my gaze once again and stated that it was worth it.
I relaxed, agitation fading, of course it had been worth it. We offered a service no one else could; if they had not paid, they might already be dead.
Cautiously and curiously I asked after her family. Her eyes fell to her worrying hands as she told me that her father was dead, but her mother and brother were still alive within the city. Wanting to take her hand, I had to force myself to offer comfort via words instead. She gestured vaguely at herself, indicating that Elirith was one of her mother’s personas. I wasn’t very versed in Changeling anatomy, and it didn’t feel right to ask, so I just willed my condolences over to her. Now was not the place or time. Instead, I tried to steel myself for questions I guessed were about to come.
Her slightly strained eyes look at me once again, and she transferred the conversation onto my history. I steadied myself, tranquillity and meditation that I’d practised again and again with Mesh washing over me. I could do this, Elirith was a friend.
I revealed I’d been at Haven for around twenty years and acknowledged that half-elves were almost as rare as Changelings, even here. Letting out a steadying breath, I swallowed loudly and spoke of my father, a human who’d fallen in love with an elven woman. That they’d been killed years before during the Uprising, the human rebellion where they had marched on the Soul Anchor and killed alongside hundreds of others.
Distress was leaking into my words, and I tried to keep my tone even, stick to the facts. The facts were all that mattered. My heart was racing, and I had to close my eyes, fists clenching against the wood. Fear twisted, weaving through me in jagged spirals and I forced the image of Mesh forward again. Even if it was Daq, it didn’t matter. She always helped me to focus.
Elirith looked distressed as I managed to regain myself and I smiled for her which she gratefully returned. Hurriedly I moved on to how Otho had taken me in, given me a new home and I was proud that I had a purpose here.
Muffled cheers sounded out, signalling the start of another fight but as we moved back towards the pit, Elirith had halted us and asked for the bathroom. Rolling my eyes a little in case we missed the fight; I’d tapped my palm restlessly against my thigh, straining my neck to search into the arena, eager to get inside to find a good seat.
After a few minutes, someone moved close beside me, and I turned to see a Changeling. Pale, grey skin, coupled with the indistinct features that defined the race made them unmistakable. They had white shoulder hair and as they raised their eyes, I saw into two marbled pearls, whites, greys and silver dappling together across the iris. As our gazes met, they smiled, and I instantly knew. It was Elirith.
They confirmed my thoughts with a voice so unlike Elirith’s, low and well-spoken but at the same time, the flow of speech so familiar. It was intriguing, and I was so glad that she’d decided to be her true self that it washed away the lingering painful thoughts of my past. She could be happy, enjoy the freedom to be who she wanted or perhaps even just herself. How long since she had been in this form for any length of time, I shuddered to think.
We bet again, myself on the single Twin and Liv on the Bestial Chief; but once again I’d made a mistake. The enormous Bugbear had thrown a javelin, first of all, missing the dwarf and receiving a cut across the chest from the lone Twin. That was the only strike however as the beast’s Morningstar collided with bone, a crack resounding through the arena as the dwarf fell from the head wound.
Another roar chorused around as the Bugbear bowed and waved. I tried to study it a little, but Elirith caught my attention instead, asking if it was good coin fighting here. Nodding I confirmed that it depended on the round but could be in the hundreds. She seemed to ponder, and I’d teased as to whether she wanted to fight, giggling a little at the resolute shake to the head.
The next betting boards were displayed, and I saw the chalked names Pup and Little Anya. A groan preluded an exaggerated eyeroll as I took in Mesh’s pet nickname. Liv was seething beside me at Otho’s affectionate endearment for the same reason. Who’d been behind that choice, I’d wondered through gritted teeth. Elirith had perhaps sensed my displeasure and asked after the name, so I’d explained how Mesh often called me it, how I’d gotten under her feet as a child, frequently finding myself in mischief. I didn’t repeat the nasty reason Daq might of, that I bounded off into trouble and should be kept on a short leash.
Gesturing for Elirith to put a bet on us, we headed downwards towards the focus of everyone’s attention. Or at least we were fleetingly as once we’d hopped over into the pit, there was a commotion at one of the stairways, and we shielded our eyes to see Otho proceeding down towards us flanked by Nugget and Daq. Patrons were moving aside, respectfully making way as the leader of the Faithful approached the front row sweeping golden orbs briefly to me but then to settle on Liv.
Loki announced us, as I once again I flinched a little at the name. I let the elation of the crowd wash over me and I whisked my glaive up to twirl it around my head and body in practised snakes. My hands were clammy, and I had to save myself at the last moment, but the bawling excitement of the crowd spurred me on.
The Bugbear looked far more ferocious up front, snarling and snapping at the air in front of it, clearly still inspired by its recent win. I snorted, we’d show it.
The command to fight had barely left Loki’s lips when I charged forward, glaive whirling around me once more, but this time I lashed out to strike. Blood splattered out from the Bugbear’s chest, and the crowd roared, cheering me on. It was enough to inspire another attack, and I span my weapon down in another arc but this time the creature anticipated, my blade slicing into fur rather than flesh.
As I dodged around the Bugbear, Liv’s magic narrowly missed both me and the beast as it exploded into the arena wall. Wild hooting and clapping rose around us as I rolled my eyes; they always loved spells.
The creature was far more interested in me than Liv as it turned swinging its morningstar up to collide with my lower stomach and groin. All the wind left me as I doubled over, tears making my eyes blur as I struggled for breath. Then dread made my blood run cold as I’d felt the second strike of the mace pass through the space my skull had occupied moments before. Fuck.
Snarling, I whirled my glaive upwards carving into its thigh as it backtracked slightly. I blinked wetness from my eyes as I clambered to flank the fearsome beast. As I did so, the ground rumbled, and dirt formed upwards, rising into a vast if vaguely humanoid shape as it latched onto the alarmed Bugbear. Was that Liv’s spell? But no other thoughts emanated as a clunk reverberated around my mind like a gong. My knees jolted against the ground as I slid down to unconsciousness.
It must have only been moments before my eyes fluttered open, Liv now just a few paces away as the healing I was well acquainted with worked its magic. The Bugbear lurched for her, straining against the restraining spell. As it did so, a loud boom made me cry out once again as I was temporarily deafened. There was even a trickle of blood from my left ear, my palm coming away red as I rubbed the sensitive area. It had been as though the air had popped around us, perhaps some countermeasure of Liv’s that I’d not seen before.
Staggering to my feet, I shook my head to try to clear the blurred spots on my vision, and the Bugbear roared, turning towards Liv again, the source of its anguish. I had to stop it. A final desperate head shake and I’d lashed out with all my strength. It was a full, devastating crescent as I whirled my glaive to sever its legs.
My head was pounding, throbbing from the wild cheers as our combatant slumped to the floor. There had been no choice. Otho was here; I had to prove my skills. What if it had stuck her? Would Otho have intervened?
Laughing a little maniacally, predominantly glee though laced with residual concern, I span my glaive around me once again before slamming the end into the dirt. Cheers and applauds met me, once again and my arm was seized along with Liv’s as Loki enforced a celebratory bow. The gnome had asked if we wished to continue and I mentally counted the rounds before resolutely declining for once. We were almost at the finale. Mesh would not want me to risk. I got a twist of sadness and sorely wished she’d been here to finally see me victorious.
Elirith for some reason was in the pit, proceeding towards us from Otho’s position. She looked even more drained of colour, wringing her hands together in front of her as she approached, and her brow furrowed despite her Changeling features. It was an odd mix of shock and concern as she helped me to the infirmary. I had to use my glaive against the ground for support, with my other arm clutched to my quickly bruising abdomen.
The small room was packed with those that had fought prior, bodies jostling passed each other as demands were shouted with little heed to others present. It smelt metallic, interwoven with sweat and other body odours. Elirith tried to hide it but she certainly retched a little, so I quickly attempted to distract her.
Breathing still a little jaggedly, I asked her what she’d thought of the fight, and she’d beamed up at me, telling me that we’d been great and that I was fantastic. Giggling in an attempt to be blasé, but in what was swelling pride, I thanked her with a bow. Liv healed my wounds, and I was grateful to be able to stand upright, even if I’d be limping a little for the rest of the night. Compared to others, I’d been lucky, and Liv checked the rest of the patients, even stopping to cast a spell on the injured dwarf’s leg. He might never have walked again had it not been for her, and I was secretly grateful she’d stopped to check.
Deciding that celebratory drinks were in order, we took great pleasure in claiming Elirith’s betting slip. I was glad she’d believed in us, especially as she’d not bet on anyone else. Back in Halo, I couldn’t help but move to the window. There she was, the formidable Nugget, fighting against a figure whose identity was impossible to make out as they were in full plate. I’d been right to step out, Nugget always won. Although I enjoyed seeing her fight, we were here to revel in our own victory.
Elirith used her winnings to buy Liv and I a couple of Halo’s signature mixed spirits. One was red, the core in a perpetual hurricane, the other matched the colours of sunsets out in the Wastelands. After some encouragement, Elirith took a sip of mine and winked her nose up cutely as she struggled with the taste of the potent beverage.
Concluding that it would be better to meet with Otho before we became too inebriated, we approached their booth once more. As Daq was alone, he seemed a little more vigilant, and I encouraged Liv to be the one making the request. The bodyguard had paused, dragging out the moment as if pondering our worthiness before almost snapping out as to why we were waiting. I’d thrown him a glower as we proceeded inside, though I doubted he’d cared.
Otho was sitting, swirling clear liquid around their glass as we shuffled in, letting Liv lead as always. Taking our seats, they’d measured Eirith carefully, golden orbs intense as they searched for something unknown. When prompted, Liv and I had confirmed her as a friend, part of the Freelancers. Otho had examined and questioned her, drawing out her true name as Xue, which I’d not even considered to ask. It felt odd to think of her as anyone but Elrirth, though I’d known that couldn’t be her real name ever since she’d shifted on the cart.
Elirith wasn't forthcoming about what she’s divulged earlier, so I confirmed to Otho how Mesh and Dhar had escorted her through the tunnels. That piercing gaze had run over me for just a moment as my stomach knotted for interrupting. They already knew, of course they did.
As Otho looked back, Elirith changed, masculine features overtaking her as she shifted into a none-descript human male, someone that wouldn’t stand out in a crowd. A perfect disguise. It was peculiar to hear a male tone from her as she explained her journey once again, but this time she mentioned vaguely how her mother blamed herself for her father’s death. She also said her brother’s name for the first time, Xun. I dearly wanted to know more but I couldn’t for now.
Instead, we told Otho of the Waterworks and our pursuit into the warren of tunnels. As we spoke about the temple to Lilliana, Otho leaned forward, measuring us intently. Gesturing towards Elirith, I explained we’d found a book, and we almost received a smile as they retrieved the tome from Elirith’s outstretched hand.
We waited patiently as they skimmed the words, page after page, clearly able to understand the language that would have taken me days or weeks to decipher. They finally closed the book with a thud, running a finger down the spine and I was almost surprised when they rumbled out how it was a diary from a High Priest within the temple. It had spoken of a pilgrimage to a similar building dedicated to Ogien at the Qu’a’jit mountain range. It jogged a memory and I’m sure that was to the west, what was now known as the Cloud Spire mountains, beyond the Petrified Forest.
Otho demanded that they’d like to speak to Liv alone and I urged her mentally to talk of her dream. Standing, I spluttered out a request to also converse alone if possible, the air suddenly feeling close as they’d evaluated me with those endless eyes. They agreed once I’d urged its importance and I blew out a long sigh as I exited, ignoring Daq to stand close to Elirth.
She asked who Otho was or what they were, and I cursed myself for not having explained. Firstly, I corrected the common misconception of referring to them as him, shaking my head as I revealed I didn’t honestly know what they were, only that they were powerful. They were the leader of the Faithful, ran Haven and oversaw everything and everyone within it. Elirth had pinched her lip in confusion, so I’d tried to explain that the Diplomats were a subsection of the Faithful, led by Mesh. Diplomats, myself included, retrieved valuables from the Wastelands for the Faithful, whether that be goods or Intel. We obviously also smuggled people into the city.
I begin to sketch a drawing for the thoughtful Elirith but Liv exited and my name rang out. Dropping pencil and napkin, I skirted back inside, halting to bow low as I did so. Apologising for taking up their time, I tried to formulate my worries as I shuffled my feet, fidgeting and glancing around without really focusing.
Finally, I voiced my fears at meeting with the Council, that I would say the wrong words or not act correctly, that I’d slip up in some irreparable way and endanger not only myself but Haven as well. Somehow, I met their steady gaze as they straightened, seemingly taking my apprehensions seriously. They’d advised me to be still if that was the case and to do nothing. Swallowing once more I’d managed a few steps forward, my voice shaking a little as I pleaded that I couldn’t, that I was too scared. Adjusting once more, Otho had radiated a gentler more concerning aura at my distress and informed me that I should do what Mesh would want.
Nodding as my thoughts ran away, Otho’s deep voice continued as though trying to reassure me; stating that I was doing well. Momentary joy overtook my worry as I smiled back at the Faithful leader, confirming again how I was looking after Liv. Another knowing look was cast my way, and I found myself edging backwards before I received the hand wave and confirmation that I was dismissed.
The night continued into a haze of faces, strong drinks and discussions on nonsense before we stumbled down to Liv’s room. She muttered about how Otho had said the stalactite was extremely dangerous, something about House Karlaith but I’d been too busy pulling pillows onto the floor to care.
Nightmares plagued me, horrific crashes and screams that I couldn’t pinpoint nor advance towards or from. It had awoken me with a start, and I’d risen in a daze, fingertips trailing along the wall as I stumbled from Liv’s room back into the arena. Though I barely remembered my journey, I’d certainly knocked into a few obstacles and veered sideways as I’d fallen off balance, having to catch myself against the wall. Somehow I was in the barracks, groans and murmured complaints met me as I staggered between the cots towards my own. Gripping the edge of my bed, I starred at her door, squeezing my eyes shut as what I’d told Elirith somersaulted through my mind.
She wasn’t here. I had to be strong. Leave it buried.
Collapsing onto my front I surrendered to sleep once more.

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49 Acadi

• Liv, Rel and Elirith head to Haven; Elirith is disarmed by Smash and Bash.
• Fight Night, including the Twins, Dafydd and Dafydd against four kobolds.
• Elirith reveals that she was brought to the city by Diplomats, along with her parents and a sibling. Her father had passed, but her mother and brother were still in the city. Elirith is one of her mother's personas.
• Rel reveas that her parents, a human man and elven woman, were killed during the Uprising.
• Elirith showed Rel her true form when they came to sit in the Fight Night crowd.
• Rel and Liv were on the Fight Night boards as Pup and Little Anya.
• Otho met with them all afterwards, Elirith gave her true name, Xue, and mentioned her brother was Xun.
• Told Otho of the Temple, handed over the Diary of Lilliana to Otho, and they can read it.
• Liv and Otho talk privately.
• Otho tells Liv the stalactite with parasites was extremely dangerous, mentions something about House Karlaith.

Report Date

20 Mar 2019

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