TFAL: First Blood

Written September 1st, 2020 10:13 PM

After traveling together for a week, Ailith and Feyra had settled into an easy routine. Feyra hunted, Ailith foraged (or she tried to. Really Feyra did most of the work). They took turns keeping watch at night, although they hadn’t run into any problems so far, save the occasional raccoon who wondered into their camp. According to Feyra they were approaching a small town, Caltown, the perfect place to resupply and sleep in an actual bed.


“What a shithole,” Ailith observed. There was no real town to speak of, just a central yard featuring a man pushing a wheelbarrow of chopped wood with a little girl sitting on top, a temple to what looked like the All-Mother, and an inn with a stable. So much for stocking up on fresh vegetables.


“Come on,” Feyra sighed. “Let’s go get a room at the very least.” Ailith followed Feyra’s lead, scanning the area out of habit. Her attention was drawn to the shadows by the stable, by a shape she couldn’t quite make out. Reaching out a hand to draw Feyra’s attention to it, her thoughts were interrupted by a piercing scream. Spinning on the spot, Ailith immediately dropped into a defensive stance, seeing Feyra nock an arrow out of the corner of her eye. The scream cut off abruptly, but the silence didn’t last long.


A horrendous cackling sound started up, filling the silence and moving steadily closer. Where Feyra stood and waited calmly, Ailith practically vibrated. Her eyes mapped out the area, snapping back and forth as she took in her surroundings. She watched the man and little girl stop their work and move closer to her and Feyra instead of taking cover. Ailith could only assume they were ready for a fight, although the little girl’s size made her nervous.


The man was huge, wearing a simple white shirt pushed up past his elbows and brown pants much like Ailith. His skin was pale, suggesting a life spent largely out of the sun, bald head showing the faintest hint of stubble. He wielded a large sword in both hands, the edge of a tattoo visible at his left elbow. The girl was barefoot, wearing a white dress stained brown with dirt at the hem. In fact, all of her was white – pale skin, paler even than the man she was with, and white tangled hair. Ailith didn’t have enough time to object to the girl’s age before a third figure sidled up to the group.


The new person was tall, wearing a ragged brown cloak and, inexplicably, an old beaked doctors mask. They certainly made quite the crew, but there was no time for introductions. The cackling grew louder as the source lumbered into view. It was unlike anything Ailith had seen before; the sound was coming from a group of three red and vaguely humanoid beings with spikes protruding from their bodies. They had two large horns growing out of their heads and the teeth inside their gaping maws were razor sharp, bared in a trio of sick grins as they advanced.


The creatures wasted no time in attacking them, jaws open wide. Ailith rushed in, targeting the soft underbelly of the one closest to her with her staff before delivering two swift punches in quick succession. An arrow lodged itself in the creature’s throat as a vial of liquid smashed into the open mouth of another one, smoking and hissing. The cackling had not ceased under the onslaught and it set Ailith’s teeth on edge. She saw the bald man hacking at the third creature with his great sword, blood and viscera flying. A pang of worry hit her when she remembered the girl but it evaporated when Ailith saw her shoot a ray of black energy at the creature the man was attacking.


The creatures didn’t stand a chance against the five of them. They all had their different strengths; the tall cloaked figure, small girl, and Feyra all stayed back and attacked at a distance while Ailith and the big man stayed up close, hacking and punching their way through the creatures. Still cackling, the last one finally fell sideways, twitching a couple times before falling still, tongue lolling. Breathing hard, Ailith turned to her allies, eyes peeled for any injuries. She was surprised to see that they were all going to walk away with minimal injuries, mostly superficial scrapes and bruises.


Sharing a look with Feyra, Ailith addressed the group in front of her. “I think we should talk. We were just headed to the inn if you want to join us.” Giving one of slain creatures one last kick for good measure, she led the way to the inn, sitting down at a secluded table.


They all sat awkwardly, alternating between staring at each other and avoiding eye contact. Rolling her eyes, Ailith spoke up. “Well, my name is Ailith. What can I call you?” When they still didn’t say anything, Ailith threw her hands in the air, looking to Feyra for help.


“I’m Feyra. We appreciate all your help out there.” Feyra leveled her gaze at the pale man.


“Oh, uh. Okay, well I’m Talus.” Talus spoke in a deep, slow voice. “This is-“


“I’m Aasimar! Talus rescued me from a cult and now we’re here!” The little girl cut in, high and fast.


“Whoa, whoa. Remember what we talked about?” Talus turned the little girl towards him, bending to eye level. “We don’t go around telling strangers all that stuff.”


The little girl pouted. “Okay.”


“We should come up with a new name for you too. Aasimar is too dangerous.” The stark difference between the man who had charged full tilt at the creatures outside and the one speaking softly to this little girl was giving Ailith whiplash.


The girl thought for a minute. “I like Ace. Can that be my name?”


“Of course! Ace is a great name!”


“Okay, then my name is Ace,” the girl said happily, turning back to the other three. “You can forget what I said about that other stuff.”


“Alright, now we’re getting somewhere. Hi, Ace. Talus. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” Ailith extended a hand, shaking each of theirs in turn. They all turned to the last figure, sitting still and silent beneath the mask.


“Oh. I guess we’re still doing this.” The voice that emerged was raspy and quiet. “You can call me Zeev.”


“Zeev?” Talus asked before Ailith got the chance.


“X-I-V. Like Draconic numerals,” Xiv clarified, waving their hand as if that was all the explanation the group needed. Definitely an odd one, but hey, who was Ailith to judge?


Ailith crossed her arms, nodding at the group before her. “Alright then! Now that that’s all settled, where are you guys headed?”

TFAL: Comforts of Home

Written September 28th, 2020 2:17 PM

Being back at Sully’s was a comfort. The familiar smells and sounds of the inn lulled Ailith into a sense of calm, made better by her friends gathered around her. The feeling followed her up the stairs to her room, Feyra trailing behind and closing the door behind her. The darkness was sudden, washing away Ailith’s sense of serenity and replacing it with suffocating fear.

She couldn’t breathe. In her mind she could hear choked breaths echoing, a head resting heavily in her shoulder. There was no air, she was going to die down here-

Feyra shuffled her feet, bringing Ailith back to the present. She moved swiftly to her bed, pushing it so it sat directly under the window. Climbing onto it, Ailith opened the window wide, the cool night air welcome against her skin. Turning, she saw that Feyra had started rolling her bedroll out on the floor, her bow and quiver set against the wall.

Ailith felt a twinge at the sight. They had always shared a bed, before. It was never something that was discussed, never something they asked about – it just was. Ailith sat down, hands fidgeting in her lap. “You-” her voice came out hoarse and hushed. “You don’t have to sleep on the floor.” Her voice was stronger this time, but she didn’t look up from her hands. “You can share the bed.” She finally raised her head, startling slightly when she saw that Feyra was already regarding her with calm eyes.

“Okay. If you’re sure,” came the quiet response. Feyra didn’t wait for Ailith to confirm before packing up her bedroll and slipping into bed next to Ailith. They laid in silence for a few moments, Ailith listening intently to Feyra’s breathing.

“I hope it’s okay that the window is open,” Ailith broke the silence suddenly. “I just… I need the fresh air.”

Feyra hummed quietly. “Whatever you need.” Ailith smiled at the ceiling, letting Feyra’s steady breaths lull her to sleep.

TFAL: Long Live the King

Written September 10th, 2020 4:50 PM

“Fools. Long love the King.” Xiv’s rasp echoed throughout the room, leaving no time to react before the room erupted with webs, trapping Ailith and Ace. Ailith’s bowl of chowder fell to the floor, shattering at her feet.

She immediately started to struggle against the webs, but it was all for naught – the glowing glyphs on the walls burst, drenching the room in acid. Ailith screamed through clenched teeth, acid burning her flesh. With wild eyes she saw Talus bearing the pain with a bellow, hands reaching to grasp his sword. Ace didn’t last long before slumping amongst the webs unconscious, her small body covered in burns. Ailith turned her gaze to Feyra, watching in helpless horror as she too went unconscious, falling limp to the floor.

Ailith thrashed against the webs frantically, ripping herself from them and starting towards Feyra without thinking. She needed to get to Feyra. She had to – Ailith stopped. If worst came to worst, Ace could bring Feyra back… but no one could bring Ace back. Tearing her gaze from Feyra, Ailith ran to Ace. The webs tripped her up, ensnaring her once more, but not before she managed to pour a healing potion down Ace’s throat. Ailith watched Talus do the same to Feyra and breathed a sigh of relief when Feyra’s eyes snapped open.

The four of them cut and fought their way through the webs, stopping briefly to deal with the worst of the burns before heading to the castle, resolved in their goal – find Xiv.


Ailith wasn’t registering the voices in the room. She was aware that Ace was exchanging words with Prescott Leon – a traitor and all around dickhead – but the only thing running through her mind were all the soft, vulnerable spots on Prescott’s body and which ones she wanted to target first. She was steadfastly staring at him, pointedly averting her gaze from where Xiv’s body lay, crumpled where the soldiers dumped them.

Beside her, Feyra had her bow trained on Prescott, contributing a few words here or there, but for the most part she and Ailith were twin pillars of silence. Ailith’s vision of crushing Prescott’s windpipe was interrupted as Feyra leaned in to murmur in her ear. “Can I shoot him now?”

Ailith’s face cracked into a feral grin. “Oh, I think so,” she said softly and took off running, knowing Feyra understood the plan. Two of Prescott’s men slashed at Ailith as she ran between them but she ignored the pain, too focused on her target. She used the momentum of her sprint to deal a vicious blow to Prescott’s kneecap with her cane. As he stumbled she followed up with a stunning strike to his neck.

Ailith heard the whistle of two of Feyra’s arrows flying towards her. She ducked out the way, watching as they sunk into Prescott’s shoulder and thigh. Jumping to her feet, Ailith punched the arrows further into Prescott’s body, feeling a sick sense of pleasure at the screams of pain that echoed through the room.

She wanted to kill him. She wanted him to pay for his betrayal, suffer for what he did to Xiv. As she went to deal the fatal blow, she heard Ace’s voice in her head, telling her to keep him alive, that he needed to face the Council for his crimes.

“Count yourself lucky,” she gritted out, uppercutting Prescott in the jaw. She watched impassively as he crumpled to the floor unconscious. The various knights and mages he had brought with him scattered; their lack of loyalty would have been amusing in a scenario where Xiv wasn’t dead.

Ailith ran to where Xiv lay, their body still hidden beneath their armour and helmet. Out of the corner of her eye she saw her friends moving to join her, frantic in their haste. Quickly, a plan was made to take both Xiv and Prescott back to Kaskaden via teleportation.


Once back in the capital Prescott was hauled off to answer before the Council, leaving them to deal with Xiv. Ace set up in a corner of the teleportation room with Xiv’s body, gathering her diamond and materials. They circled around her, Talus placing a hand on one of Ace’s shoulders. Feyra put a hand on Talus’s elbow, the other finding Ailith’s arm. Ailith took one of Xiv’s hands, and they all knelt, connected – watching and waiting for life to return to Xiv together.

TFAL: Let Me Rest

Written September 5th, 2020 1:05 PM

Bringing Gregor back to life – or at least some facsimile of life – was unsettling to say the least. They had spent some time washing him and using Ailith’s disguise kit to make him look more like himself, but it didn’t do much to lessen the unease in the air.

His head was resting in Ace’s lap, one of his hands griped gently in her small one. Talus and Feyra crouched nearby, faces down turned and solemn. Xiv and Ailith stood back, taking their usual places on the outskirts of moments like this.

“Hi, Gregor,” Ace murmured, head bowed. “I’m really sorry this happened to you. Do you want us to bring you back… or would you like to rest in peace?”

Gregor’s body remained still, only his mouth moving. “Let me rest.” Ailith saw Feyra’s shoulders hunched, eyes clenched shut. She laid a hand on Feyra’s shoulder, a gentle reminder that Feyra was not alone in this.

Gregor gave his final wishes – bury him in Dragontower and find someone to look after the town. The group sat in silence once Gregor’s body lay still once more, the loss weighing heavily on them.

TFAL: Come Follow Me Down

Written August 20th & 27th, 2020 8:42 & 6:27 PM

A pained groan tore its way out of Ailith’s throat. John sunk his teeth in deep, feeding hungrily on Ailith’s life force. Fucking vampires. Why is it always vampires? She struggled against the man at her back, desperately trying to avoid becoming his next meal. Scanning the room she saw Eliza racing towards Feyra with a wild frenzy in her eyes, but Feyra was too preoccupied with firing arrows at Alistair to notice. Swinging her cane, Ailith struck her assailant in the neck, dislodging his teeth from her neck.

The attack left him stunned and she wrenched herself from his grip, delivering two additional blows to his ribs. Dodging around her allies, she ran behind the woman advancing on Feyra, knocking the woman in her ribs with her cane. Ailith delivered a brutal blow to the woman’s throat, stunning her and preventing her from doing any harm for the time being. Breathing a sigh of relief, Ailith directed her attention to Xiv, darting towards him to offer aid.


The scene unfolding in front of her was chaotic. Talus had moved to join Ailith, surrounding Alistair where he stood clutching Xiv. Alistair was smoking, eyes glancing around wildly. Seeming to decide on a course of action he turned to Ailith, a mad grin distorting his features.

“Well, this has been fun but I’ve got to run. I have business in Rayne. Gregor… lunch time.” Alistair dropped Xiv, moving towards Ace’s Guardian of Faith and turning to mist.

Ailith felt her heart plummet. Rayne. Amos. Ashrin. Gregor! The grate opened and Gregor stumbled out looking distinctly pale and red-eyed. Ailith pushed past Xiv and Talus, sparing a glance at Feyra as she did. Feyra’s face was ashen, her eyes fixed on Gregor as he lumbered forward. Ailith could only imagine the guilt she was feeling in this moment.

Ailith ran to meet Gregor, grimacing as he called her feint and grabbed her, moving in for a bite but missing in his haste. “Please,” Gregor gasped out. “I don’t want to hurt you.” Ailith didn’t respond, bucking against Gregor, trying to break free from his grip.

In her struggle, she could see Xiv standing near the wall where Alistair disappeared, fiddling with a syringe as they examined a small hole in the stone. “Ailith,” Xiv rasped, “come here now.” They stared at her expectantly, waiting. Yeah, it’s not like I’m busy or anything. Ailith heaved an exasperated sigh, finally breaking out of Gregor’s hold. She sprinted to Xiv, skidding to a stop in front of the hole in the wall. “Okay, I’m not really sure how this works,” came Xiv’s voice in her ear.

“Wait, what?!” Ailith exclaimed, whipping her head around as Xiv plunged the syringe into her neck. She felt her stomach drop and then her body disappeared. She understood the intention behind this and sped through the hole in pursuit of Alistair. Ailith travelled for a long time, straight through until she no longer felt walls brushing up against her form.

She floated around, gathering that she was in a room with what she could only assume was a coffin in the middle. She floated for a few minutes before Ace’s voice popped into her head, high and tight with panic. “What can you see? Is there a door? Are you okay?”

Ailith answered briefly in her mind, “20 by 20 by 10 room. Coffin in middle, no door. I think I got this.” She tried to inject a tone of confidence into her words, but she would be lying if she said she wasn’t afraid. No door. No way out if she became corporeal again. She wasn’t great at relying on other people, but she knew her friends would get her out of this. They would. Definitely.

She didn’t have to wait long for the spell holding her in a gaseous state to drop, leaving her standing in the room which was blessedly lit by her gem. Ailith barely had time to register the coffin in front of her before Feyra dropped through the ceiling, immediately taking up a fighting stance.

“Oh, hey.” Ailith greeted Feyra, confused and oddly relieved. “Good to see you.”

“Couldn’t let you have all the fun,” Feyra replied with a short laugh.

“So, I’ve got a stake.” Ailith rummaged in her bag, producing her last wooden stake. “Open lid, stab? That the plan?”

“Sounds like a plan to me,” Feyra answered, brandishing her own stake. They stood side by side next to the coffin, silent for a few breaths. Exchanging a glance, they moved in sync, shoving the stone lid off the coffin and driving their stakes into Alistair’s chest. Drawing back, they heard a faint hiss leave the body as it stiffened almost imperceptibly.

Ailith let out a breathy laugh, turning to Feyra who looked back with a small smile. The elation of their hesitant victory wore off as Ailith took in their surroundings in her human form. No door. No discernible exit if any kind. She was no Xiv, but she knew they couldn’t last forever down here.

As the thought popped into her head, so did Ace’s voice. “We’re gonna get you out, but it will take a while. Don’t do anything strenuous, just… rest. Take a nap. We’re coming.” Ace’s voice faded away, Ailith choosing not to reply. She relayed the message to Feyra, who nodded.

“I’m not a scientist, and I don’t know any calculations, but I think we’re not going to want to talk much from here on out,” Ailith informed Feyra, making her way to the wall with the hole in it and sliding to the floor.

Feyra joined her, settling down next to Ailith. “I’m good with not talking.”

Ailith fidgeted for a few seconds. “Before we go ahead and stay silent for who knows how long, I just want to say thank you. For coming down here with me. This would… this would have sucked alone.” She kept her gaze forward, nerves sparking.

Feyra’s reply came quickly. “Of course. I would hope somebody would do the same for me.”

The corner of Ailith’s mouth twitched. “Definitely.” With that, they settled in for a long wait.


After what Ailith could only assume was a few hours, she started getting warm. It was an unwelcome addition to the small headache she had developed some time ago. She was too concerned with what the heat and clamminess meant to be worried about shedding her shirt in front of Feyra. Feyra followed suit and they shared a look of relief as their exposed skin alleviated the heat marginally.


Feyra’s head was bobbing as she tried to stay awake. Ailith couldn’t be sure how long it had been at this point, but the headache was much, much worse. She clenched her fists, nails digging into her palms in an effort to distract herself from the pain in her head. She jumped when Feyra’s head hit her shoulder, restless sleep finally overcoming her.

Ailith’s heart gave a small flutter at the contact as she shifted to a more comfortable position for Feyra. Sparing another glance at the coffin, Ailith resolved to stay awake, keeping watch for both of them.


Meditation wasn’t going well. Every time she got into the zone, her body would twitch or her head would pound extra painfully. Ailith sighed, abandoning the whole idea. Between attempting to meditate and the hammering in her skull, it took her longer than it should have to register the rapid breathing filling the room. Alarm seared through her as she studied the coffin, waiting to see Alistair rising up. After a few seconds, she realized what was happening and shifted slightly to get a better look at Feyra. Feyra’s skin has taken in a slightly grey tone, her lips tinged blue. Her chest rose and fell sharply, breaths coming fast and shallow.

It didn’t take a genius to figure out what was happening – Feyra was dying. They both were, painfully slowly. Ailith vaguely recognized that she was breathing just as fast as Feyra, but she didn’t focus on that. Ailith could accept this death for herself, but Feyra… Feyra didn’t deserve this. She deserved to see the sky, smell the trees when it was her time. She deserved better than slowly suffocating to death tens of feet underground with only Ailith to witness her last moments. On Ailith’s part, she was hard pressed to think of a better death than with Feyra at her side. A small comfort, she supposed.


Her mind was slipping away from her. Ailith could have sworn she just saw Xiv appear in a shower of stars, standing in front of them in their soon to be grave. Xiv floated over to the coffin, saying words in a language Ailith didn’t recognize. Was that some sort of Common? She felt rather than heard Feyra laughing , watching Xiv float – or did they walk? – back towards them.

Ailith vaguely heard Feyra muttering about wings before Feyra disappeared from her side completely. Despair crashed over her – she was alone. She was alone, she was going to die alone and she had never gotten to- her thoughts cut off as blackness engulfed her rather roughly.

If this was death, it was more uncomfortable than Ailith was expecting. She felt contorted, crammed into a small space. She didn’t have time to dwell on it before she was spat out, back into the world of the living. She gulped down her first real breath in hours, relishing the feeling of her lungs fully expanding. Ailith’s eyes darted around the room, taking in the faces of Xiv, Ace, and Talus, the latter of which was promising a delicious breakfast while Ace watched her glumly, tear stains running down her cheeks.

Ailith’s eyes found what they were looking for. Feyra lay a few feet away, taking heaving breaths of her own. Ailith got shakily to her feet, moving towards Feyra without thinking. She reached down, helping Feyra stand and gently moving towards the door. “Outside,” Ailith whispered hoarsely, throat burning. “Outside, please. Please.” She didn’t stop to see if the others followed, focused as she was on getting Feyra and herself above ground.

The short walk through the house and to an open area of the surrounding forest blurred in Ailith’s mind. She found a suitable tree and finally let go of Feyra, letting her sit and rest against the trunk. Ailith collapsed on the grass, watching from under her lashes as Feyra’s lips returned to pink.

As Ailith Kay there and listened to the group’s chatter and the welcome sound of sizzling mushrooms, her hand drifted to the shoulder Feyra had leaned against. A smile played on her lips as she committed the feeling to memory, wanting to feel it again out in the open and under the sun.