Adventures in the Forgotten Realms

First Combat
Nym's Past

Nym was just beginning to make out the chaos that lay before him. The grunts, the screams, and the clash of steel and steel rang with the death-knell of war- and Nym looked at the distant fallen fearfully.

A commanding voice made him focus again, “Quickly now! Onward to Everlund!”

The Knights in Silver, a few hundred of them, began to jog, then race. The distance between the Knights and the orcs was closing. Overhead, there was a loud, piercing caw.

Nym looked up and observed a great bird, mounted by a rider directing it and a robed elf. Together they veered over the enemy, then descended at an angle towards the back of the orc army. The elf motioned, uttering the words of a spell. A wall of fire arose in the back of the orc army, inflaming a few, a challenge as if to say, “Don’t you run away now.”

Near Nym a few soldiers chuckled with excitement. Nym realized the gravity of the situation as his blade was not but twenty paces from the orc army and the struggling defenders of Everlund. Nym’s heartbeat quickened.

Seeing an orc overpower a soldier from Everlund, Nym yelled and leapt forward with his bastard sword, slicing horizontally at the unsuspecting orc’s chest. Blood spurted from its wound and mouth and it fell dead. Suddenly another orc appeared, shield and mace in hand, and swung a heavy blow at Nym, who tumbled away without even looking at the orc. Now the rescued soldier, a human, rose to join Nym. The soldier fainted to the left with his long sword but was in turn battered by the orc’s shield, and instantly Nym accelerated forward to slash at the orc’s unguarded left side, or right as he saw it. This time the blade only grazed the orc and the orc retaliated with a low sweep of its mace. Nym tried to jump and managed to reduce the blow to a mere trip but fell onto his back. There he saw the shield moving down to crush him, so he twisted out of the way. The next thing he heard after the shield thudded against the ground was the grunt of the orc’s death, and Nym saw that a blade had run it through from behind, that of the soldier he had rescued.

“We even now?” the soldier asked with a hint of joviality.

Nym turned to the orc army, making sure he wouldn’t get surprised again. “For now yes, but there’s more fighting to be done,” he smiled.

Nym smiled. Not too long ago, he was stuck in Silverymoon. There, it was one thing to be a half-elf, but another entirely to be a bastard. The soldier he had saved seemed hardly to notice that he was a half-elf at all, and it didn’t seem to matter to him. Another thing, battle seemed to release him from his grip on life itself. It was an escape- it gave him freedom he had never felt. Given his survival that day, Nym would never be the same.

A Glimpse Into the past

Tansy 1

Tansy stood there, looking at her claws and feeling the long familiar sting of failure. And she had been doing so well this time! It had been, by her reckoning, about six months since she’d done anything fu-evil. That was pretty good! It was by far her personal best.

And it wasn’t even on purpose this time, that was the worst part. She hadn’t really meant to kill the boy, they were just playing in the woods behind his family farmhouse like they did whenever his parents went into town. They had been playing tag and she had just…gotten carried away. Who invented this game anyways, where you stalk and hunt your prey and then just lightly tap them on the back?

Thoughts of pitchforks and torches came to mind. Sometimes when things like this happen they got the whole village together to try to kill her. The last time a town did that she had killed everyone there…but that was self-defense, so that didn’t count towards the whole evil thing. But now she had this tiny body and his parents would be home soon. Maybe if she hid it? No, then they would know something was wrong right away. And then she had what was, to her, a brilliant idea.

She heard the front door open just as she was pulling the covers up under the boy’s chin. There, he looked just like he was sleeping. As Tansy turned to go the bedroom door opened and the dad walked in, saw her crouched over his son’s bed, and tried to rush her. Instinctively she pushed him away but as she did her claws raked across his throat and he fell with a loud noise into the corner. She looked up and saw the boy’s mother turning to run. She called out for her to wait, that she hadn’t meant to, then reached out to the woman’s shoulder to turn her back around. As the woman spun her neck jerked to the side and she crumpled to the ground.

Damn it! Every time! This was way too hard, she didn’t understand how people did it. Maybe…maybe she couldn’t do it on her own…maybe it was time she admitted she needed help.


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