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[Tay Thormear]

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We descended to the ground as two sparkles of light. As we approached our destination, I knew it wasn’t the place we were supposed to be. It wasn’t the Underworld; I suppose some would call it Limbo. Our present forms were merely to carry us from our life, to here. I touched the ground first, than Gerosh. Slowly we our bodies “grew” out of the sparkles of light.

A glance to his left, revealed me, a glance to my right revealed a stranger. I didn’t know what Gerosh truly looked like, but now I knew. He was tall and muscular, boyishly light hair, and a light tone of blue in his eyes. He was fairy tanned, and looked to be slightly bitter –probably at the fact he died, again.

He lunged at me, driving his fist straight towards my right temple. I fell backwards tumbling to the ground, slightly dazed I pushed my hands into the ground trying to lift myself up. He grabbed me by the hair and hoisted me up off the ground.

“How dare you kill me!” he screamed, in slight panic.

“I killed myself.” I spoke slowly and quietly. I wanted to try and be calm about this, but soon he would feel my wraith.

“I was apart of you, apart of your life. You had so much you fool, a beautiful wife, friends, students, and those people you call family.” He seemed more confused than proud I was slightly shocked. I had expected him to be slightly happy that I had ended up dead.

“You threatened to take my life, to take my body. I did the only thing remotely possible, I killed myself, ridding me of you.” Well I was wrong; he seemed to have stuck with me this far.

“I did no such thing. Sure, you were not what I exactly wanted in a host. You are bitter, evil, and ruthless. I would have fought the world to keep your body alive though. I wanted nothing more to live again; your body wasn’t even half that bad. The way certain people looked at you, evil people, virtuous people, your wife most of all.”

I closed my eyes tightly, looking into the darkness of my soul. My fingers curled up, wrapping themselves into a tightly locked fist. Was this all true, or was he lying to me? I slowly opened my eyes, glaring towards the young paladin. He would easily be older than me, one hundred twenty, but he had died. Suddenly, I feel as if I might have done something wrong.


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It has been several months now our souls are still stuck in this eternal limbo, not surprising I suppose. I find myself thinking carefully before any decisions I may make. As a person, a dead one at least, I feel calmer and in control of my body. Gerosh and I have become quite close, I don’t only sit here and think to myself, but I talk with him as well. Together we have over come and defeated many foes that share this place of “no-where” with us.

The first week was rough; Gerosh and I were at each other’s throats constantly. It was solved though; it had only taken a thick amount blood, and aching body parts to overcome our hate for one another. It’s weird, when one dies I would assume that they wouldn’t be able to feel pain mentally and physically, but it’s the same. Together we have deciphered what had truly happened to me. It had taken Gerosh along while to convince me he wasn’t the one draining me of my powers, giving me dreams and visions, and threatening to take my body. Together we decided it was the paladins that banished me that would be now over a hundred years ago. I’m not sure how they came to stay alive until this day, but they have.

Each night, at least what feels like night it doesn’t grow darker or lighter here, the thought of regret rushes to me. Was I wrong to kill myself? I don’t think I was, I believed my body was unsafe, I believed my wife was unsafe, so I did what I had to. Now though, I worry for my wife. I left everything for her, and much safety, but where I am now I can still here her prayers. I hear her each night, the sobbing of her voice, sometimes I feel as though I can feel her teardrops drip down on me.

The night of my death, my soul seemed to have lost its way rather quickly. I remained by my body in Dark Cove, until Ditto found it. I had followed my “family” around while they transferred my body from place to place. I watched the saddened expressions on Tatiana and Dittos face, the thought of denial from Beldon, the confusion of Toren, and the unimportant unchanged expression of Tarothin. I followed them to where the buried my body, the place I had proposed to Tatiana, it was her wish. I slowly withered away after my body was laid to rest, but I can remember Tatiana’s final words to me, the words of sadness.

The thoughts of regret now strike me. She is alone barring a child within her, my child. I can only hope that her friends are watching over her, I can only hope that she has begun to move on. Or do I? If I am here, there is no reason for her to morn over me, but this feeling I have perhaps jealousy prays that she won’t find another man. These thoughts torture me each night.

Gerosh and I as a team are very efficient. He wields his club, the only thing that resembles a mace that he could find down here. His ways of chivalry are blasphemy to any of the anti-virtues. I however, can only reside on one power, my magery. The curse that was bestowed upon me continued to work while I was dealing with other things. Draining me of my connections and communications to the undead, and my abilities to fight along side them. I’m no longer a necromancer.

Perhaps eternity with Gerosh won’t be so bad. We have taught each other many new skills, and many new lessons. Together we are an impeccable team, its like light and dark mixed together, good and evil become one. He sleeps much more then I do however, he doesn’t have the regrets and worry that I bear on my shoulders.

“If only there was a way I could reach her.” I whisper quietly, leaning my head against the cold stonewall.