[Writing Post] Would have been
[ I have a lot of alters and what-ifs kicking around my head, so have some snippets to get them out of there. I'm going to be adding to this post later, but have the first one for now since I'll be traveling and stuff. ]
(Warlock Rynlan)
By the time he realized what Rynlan had been doing, it was too late. It was unsettling, the way his eyes now burned a far too bright shade of fel-green, and all Nor could think was how did I not notice? The priest hadn't quite been himself for some time after they'd come to Outland, hardly speaking to him when they managed to steal some time together, responding to his gentle prodding with distractedly murmured responses. He'd worried, but after all their people had just been through Nor assumed he just needed time. Eventually, he would come back to himself, and meanwhile Nor would wait and offer what support he was allowed to give. It would work out, he thought, and in a way it had.
That didn't make the sphere of green flame his partner held in his upturned palm any more reassuring.
For several moments, all Nor could do was stare at it in disbelief. "You're a priest, Ryn," he eventually managed, voice strained.
Rynlan shook his head, the felfire disappearing as he closed his hand around it. "Was," he corrected. "I haven't touched the Light in...I don't know. Weeks. Months, maybe, who's keeping track out here?" The complete lack of concern in his voice was almost as worrying as the fel.
"Why." It was more a demand than a question. "Ryn, you-- we can't afford to lose healers out here, are you insane? We need all the help we can get!"
"And you think we'll get it from the Light?" He laughed, a bitter sound that was completely unlike him. "Yes, it certainly helped against the Scourge, didn't it. Saved us all!" Another short laugh, nearly barked out, and he leaned back on his hands and peered up at the Netherstorm sky as he continued. "It won't help us, Nor, but this? You've felt it. Haven't you seen its power, what it can give us? With this we can claim all of what remains of this blasted place, crush the Scourge, take back everything that's rightfully ours-- and once I've mastered it I'll have far more power than the Light could ever give me."
Nor eyed him warily; he'd seen that look on others, and it never boded well. Far too confident, far too many teeth in the grin he wore, too much conviction in his eyes. In all honesty he looked half mad-- he nearly winced at the thought and quickly shoved it aside. "...I don't know," he answered quietly, shaking his head. "I don't think fel would have stopped the Scourge, either, but...look, I can't tell you what to do. Just be careful, Ryn. Think about this."
"Trust me," was all Rynlan said in response. He settled a hand on top of his companion's, gave it a reassuring squeeze, and for an uneasy moment Nor could have sworn he could feel the fel-taint on his skin.
(Warlock Rynlan)
By the time he realized what Rynlan had been doing, it was too late. It was unsettling, the way his eyes now burned a far too bright shade of fel-green, and all Nor could think was how did I not notice? The priest hadn't quite been himself for some time after they'd come to Outland, hardly speaking to him when they managed to steal some time together, responding to his gentle prodding with distractedly murmured responses. He'd worried, but after all their people had just been through Nor assumed he just needed time. Eventually, he would come back to himself, and meanwhile Nor would wait and offer what support he was allowed to give. It would work out, he thought, and in a way it had.
That didn't make the sphere of green flame his partner held in his upturned palm any more reassuring.
For several moments, all Nor could do was stare at it in disbelief. "You're a priest, Ryn," he eventually managed, voice strained.
Rynlan shook his head, the felfire disappearing as he closed his hand around it. "Was," he corrected. "I haven't touched the Light in...I don't know. Weeks. Months, maybe, who's keeping track out here?" The complete lack of concern in his voice was almost as worrying as the fel.
"Why." It was more a demand than a question. "Ryn, you-- we can't afford to lose healers out here, are you insane? We need all the help we can get!"
"And you think we'll get it from the Light?" He laughed, a bitter sound that was completely unlike him. "Yes, it certainly helped against the Scourge, didn't it. Saved us all!" Another short laugh, nearly barked out, and he leaned back on his hands and peered up at the Netherstorm sky as he continued. "It won't help us, Nor, but this? You've felt it. Haven't you seen its power, what it can give us? With this we can claim all of what remains of this blasted place, crush the Scourge, take back everything that's rightfully ours-- and once I've mastered it I'll have far more power than the Light could ever give me."
Nor eyed him warily; he'd seen that look on others, and it never boded well. Far too confident, far too many teeth in the grin he wore, too much conviction in his eyes. In all honesty he looked half mad-- he nearly winced at the thought and quickly shoved it aside. "...I don't know," he answered quietly, shaking his head. "I don't think fel would have stopped the Scourge, either, but...look, I can't tell you what to do. Just be careful, Ryn. Think about this."
"Trust me," was all Rynlan said in response. He settled a hand on top of his companion's, gave it a reassuring squeeze, and for an uneasy moment Nor could have sworn he could feel the fel-taint on his skin.