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[Jolicia]

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Jolicia let out a light yawn as she reached for the ceiling and peeked open her eyes. The sight of Grig’nag’s shack in the morning was starting to become more comfortable. Perhaps a little dull, but it was comfortable and it was safe. She flipped her legs over the side of the hammock and looked around the dimly lit room. She gave herself a small smile as she thought of how much Grig seemed to live like a hermit in this dark cabin. A rustling noise from the stairwell pulled her from her reverie. Any worry of an intruder was cut short as the familiar helmet of an orc appeared over the floor’s edge.
“Oh. Ugh Jo. Nub kno ju wuz up ulreadi,” Grig called up to her.
Jolicia gave him a small nod and hopped out of the hammock with ease. “Gettun bettah et dat meeb seh!” Grig stated with a hint of pride in his tone. Jolicia gave a small smile, letting the orc’s energy rule the moment.
“Su, wut ju feel lik duin tudey? Kent imagine ju likin beeun stuk heer ull da time.” Grig asked as he dropped a load of leather to the ground.
Jolicia looked at the leather a moment before taking a quick look into her bag. “You know, I could use a little trip to my house. Seem to be getting a little low on a few things. Reagents and the like.”
Grig gave a curt nod as he went back down stairs and collected his things for travel. In no time they were walking through a portal, arriving at her house. Grig went through his normal complaints about the “ebils ub majuka” as she walked inside and upstairs to her bedroom. Opening the door she walked in. Her eyes settled on a black rose. No matter where it was, it always seemed to dominate the room and her heart. As she moved forward towards her storage chest she noticed a note laying on a table. She walked over to the note and quickly recognized the handwriting. It was Beldon’s. She felt suddenly worried and excited at the same time. She hadn’t gotten a chance to explain all that had happened with Vaen to him, but perhaps he had worked things out by himself. She heard the shuffling and gruntings as Grig made his way through the door and leaned against the wall. She turned her attention back to the note as she opened it slowly and began to read.

As she looked over it she felt suddenly confused and at a loss. What had he meant by all this? She shook her head and began to read the letter again. Grig continued to shuffle around in the background, but this barely even scraped her awareness. As meaning of the letter came to her a terrible pain struck her like she had never felt before. Something tore at her heart as she slowly fell to her knees, dropping the letter from her hands. “Jo?” an gruff voice called out behind her. But all she could hear, all she could feel…was pain. She clutched her chest as tears welled in her eyes. As she doubled over she could barely make out the sound of quick footsteps and her name being called out. But it was in a different world then she was in. She cried out in agony as she tears began to flow freely from her eyes. Nothing had ever hurt like this before.
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The alarm in Grig’nag’s eyes increased as Jolicia’s cries grew. He looked her over quickly looking for any signs of poison or a weapon. He searched in vain till his eyes caught a letter laying on the ground, in front of her. He picked up the letter and began to try to figure out the words and their meaning. After a few tries Grig finally caught the point. The letter slipped from his hands as he stared at the wall. “Oh nub…” he mumbled as he looked down at Jo. He knew what she knew now. Beldon had left her. And he was never coming back for her.
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“What had happened?” “How could it have happened?” These questions plagued every thought in Jolicia’s mind. He had been so mad at her…but never anything like this. She lost her train of thought as another spasm rippled through her as she sobbed harder. Cheated on him?! She would never….never…
She wished it was all a nightmare. Just a horrible, horrible dream that she needed to wake up from. But every time she opened her eyes, the letter was still there. She lost her balance and fell to her side. She crawled under the table, doing everything she could to escape the world. A voice kept a constant plea for her to talk to it. The voice became more distinct as she grew too weak to cry as she had been. Grig’s voice was finally distinguishable as she opened her eyes and saw him sitting nearby peering worriedly at her. She buried her face in her robe, not wanting to be seen.
“Meeb su sowwie Jo. Su…mojo sowwie…” his voice let out soothingly.
“He’s gone Grig,” she choked out. “It’s my fault he’s gone.”
“Ju kent blame jur selb fur diz Jo!” he argued against her. “Ju kent be aniwun bud jurselb!”
“If I wasn’t so stupid, this never would have happened,” she said meekly as new tears came to her eyes.
Grig could only sigh as he looked away and scooted over the table, resting his back against it. He looked to the ceiling in a way she had often seen him do when he was frustrated or worried. She fought back her instinct to remain hidden under the table and crawled out, huddling in a ball near Grig’s legs. Grig reached down and began to rub her back slowly as he continued to stare at the ceiling.
“Why is this happening to me?" she asked quietly.
“Da world nub a nize plaze,” Grig said in a far away tone. “Sumtimes weeb juz get da wurst libe hab tu offer.”
Letting his words sink in the orc added, “Dat whi weeb hab fwends und family. Tu helb uz in hard timez.”
Jolicia lifted up her head and put it up on Grig’s leg, looking up at him. Grig flashed a quick grin before returning his attention to the ceiling. As she looked on she observed something she had never seen him do before. Unfastening the straps Grig’s helmet came off for the first time to her knowledge. She had known what he had looked like from peeking under it before. But never had he taken it off. She looked over the orc’s face for several seconds before relaxing and letting her mind wander again.
The night drifted on as she continued to ask herself all the questions. All the while Grig answered back to her, trying to fight her woes. As quiet settled over the house Jolicia took a look around the room. “I don’t want to sit here any longer,” she stated.
“Den wer wuld ju pwefer tu sit?” Grig asked in an attempt to cheer her up.
Jo simply shrugged as she looked around the room, her eyes falling on the black rose. “Anywhere but here.” Grig gave a nod as he took one last look at the ceiling, and then to the door. He looked down at her head on his leg and arched his eyebrow slightly. “Erm…”
“Oh, right…” she said as she lifted her head up. Grig stood and brushed himself off before offering his paw to her. “I'm surprised you haven’t left me too,” she said as she looked up at him. Grig simply smiled and responded, “Kuz meeb lik habbin ju awound. Nub beh da same wibowt Jo. Und meeb nub leebin ju alone anytime suun.”
Jolicia returned a small weak smile as she took his paw and rose to her feet unsteadily. She nodded to Grig who turned and moved towards the door. As she watched him go her eyes automatically gravitated to the black rose one last time. Despite all it had been through it still looked as verdant as the day it had been given to her. Only the absence of one petal disturbed its otherwise perfect form. The petal she had given to Beldon, as proof that her love was still as strong for him, as it had been the day he had given her one of the two roses. A sign of her unbridled love. The pain throbbed in her again, but she held it this time. She walked to the door and gave the room one last quick look over. “I’ll never forget you…and always love you…my first true love.”

[Leshok Majere]

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Leshok traveled to the tavern of the dark order one eve, there he sat with the orc Grig'nag, Ditto Armnun, and this sad woman Jolicia. Leshok said a few things wrong that evening, and kept upsetting her. He never knew what was wrong, but from what clues Grig left him, it had something to do with Beldon, and that someone named Vaen shouldn't be allowed near her. Leshok spent the whole night at the tavern in his battle gear, ready to fight for some reason, seeing the terrified woman with pink hair. Leshok got an idea as he took of his bandana. "I haven't used these powers in a long time.." he thought to himself as he used his powers he had obtained once being the High paladin of Stormhaven, he blessed the bandanna so it might ward the wearer from harm. He handed the bandana to Jolicia before her and Grig left and could only hope that it might help her, for it hurt him to see one in such pain as her. Yet unfortunetly the world was full of pain.
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After all these years, I'm still putting up with Kuja and Vaen? whats wrong with me?

"Fri Jan 14 20:07:01 2005 [08:45:38] Kuja: ghaahahahahahha...ha..h.a..... NOTHING TO FREAKING DO IN GAME GAH"

Some things never change even after 4 years...