[ The past few months have been the worst of Dorian’s life.
The warnings that he’d received from Orym through the stone before the Apogee Solstice had the Crown Keepers hurrying to find a safe place to settle. A few hours after the Solstice hit, he had been surprised to find that some members of Bells Hells had somehow been transported to their location. Some catching up and some encounters with impending forces later confirmed his worst fears; Orym had been caught in the crossfire and was taken over by this god-eater, this Predathos.
Orym was alive, but Dorian feels as though he’d lost him anyway.
While dealing with those forces - those under this new Orym’s command - they were able to learn the location of the rest of Bells Hells. This time Dorian would not leave them, and the Crown Keepers joined with them to gather their missing members before heading back to Marquet. Whatever Predathos was planning to do - to Orym, to the world - they had to be the ones to stop it.
And Dorian could not - would not - let them down again.
Upon returning to Marquet, the now combined group gathered what forces and resources they could in order to stop Orym - Predathos. But the worst thing was knowing that there was a chance that it was too late to save the Orym…that he might be too far gone.
And Dorian…he couldn’t stand that. He didn’t know how, but he refused to believe that Orym was beyond saving. Not when he heard that voice over the sending stone, not when he hears the longing in his pleas. The others warned him from answering, sure that he might be trying to manipulate him. But it sounds so much like the Orym he remembers, only with the sort of yearning that he’d only hoped to hear from him, the kind that he held for the halfling all this time.
But he does his best to keep his feelings at bay, if only for the good of the others. As much as he’s desperate to get through to Orym, he isn’t about to sacrifice the safety of the others. He knows what he has to do.
Which is why, during a particularly difficult battle that ends worse for them than it does for their enemies, Dorian remains behind to give the others time to escape. Too many of them are hurt, and even though Ashton tries to stay and help for a time, they both knew that the Earth Genasi is much faster, and would get the others out of danger quicker. So it was up to Dorian to hold their enemies off while the group retreated in order to lick their wounds, gather themselves, and try again. Lather, rinse, repeat.
And he managed it for a time, but there were just too many of them that he couldn’t find a moment to break away in order to catch up with the others. He doesn’t see the other mage until the spell tears through him, and with a cry he collapses to the ground, unable to move.
But even as darkness starts to press along the edges of his vision, he hears it. Hears him. ]
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The warnings that he’d received from Orym through the stone before the Apogee Solstice had the Crown Keepers hurrying to find a safe place to settle. A few hours after the Solstice hit, he had been surprised to find that some members of Bells Hells had somehow been transported to their location. Some catching up and some encounters with impending forces later confirmed his worst fears; Orym had been caught in the crossfire and was taken over by this god-eater, this Predathos.
Orym was alive, but Dorian feels as though he’d lost him anyway.
While dealing with those forces - those under this new Orym’s command - they were able to learn the location of the rest of Bells Hells. This time Dorian would not leave them, and the Crown Keepers joined with them to gather their missing members before heading back to Marquet. Whatever Predathos was planning to do - to Orym, to the world - they had to be the ones to stop it.
And Dorian could not - would not - let them down again.
Upon returning to Marquet, the now combined group gathered what forces and resources they could in order to stop Orym - Predathos. But the worst thing was knowing that there was a chance that it was too late to save the Orym…that he might be too far gone.
And Dorian…he couldn’t stand that. He didn’t know how, but he refused to believe that Orym was beyond saving. Not when he heard that voice over the sending stone, not when he hears the longing in his pleas. The others warned him from answering, sure that he might be trying to manipulate him. But it sounds so much like the Orym he remembers, only with the sort of yearning that he’d only hoped to hear from him, the kind that he held for the halfling all this time.
But he does his best to keep his feelings at bay, if only for the good of the others. As much as he’s desperate to get through to Orym, he isn’t about to sacrifice the safety of the others. He knows what he has to do.
Which is why, during a particularly difficult battle that ends worse for them than it does for their enemies, Dorian remains behind to give the others time to escape. Too many of them are hurt, and even though Ashton tries to stay and help for a time, they both knew that the Earth Genasi is much faster, and would get the others out of danger quicker. So it was up to Dorian to hold their enemies off while the group retreated in order to lick their wounds, gather themselves, and try again. Lather, rinse, repeat.
And he managed it for a time, but there were just too many of them that he couldn’t find a moment to break away in order to catch up with the others. He doesn’t see the other mage until the spell tears through him, and with a cry he collapses to the ground, unable to move.
But even as darkness starts to press along the edges of his vision, he hears it. Hears him. ]
O…Orym…