She leaned on the Sword, breath ragged.
The place where she was rang hollow and empty, alone. An alone-place. It
The Sword hummed and shook, but her grip was sure. Even in exhaustion, even at the edge of night, she would never let it go.
She fell on a stack of tiles, the ceramic crumpled underneath the weight. She folded her body around the Sword, rags falling over her thin form and ash-covered face. Sleep came just as her heart still beat – slowly, painfully, without the promise of rest. It was a thing that happened, easier and easier to ignore.
The Bellinora slept. But the Sword did not.
A group of children passed an empty house, it had been abandoned for several years. They had taken to throwing rocks at it in idle moments, but today the house seemed different. Peter lobbed a pebble absently while Dala and Wrench were clambering over the broken fence. His pebble shattered a snaggle-tooth window, as his bullets had a dozen times before – but something seemed different. A thrill went through his stomach, and Peter felt afraid. As if some great beast had made the abandoned house its lair.
Peter grabbed his friends and dragged them protesting away from the house. His mother had taught him well. ‘Humans can take no chances, Peter’ she had said. ‘Every hand is turned against us. You feel funny or worried, even if you can’t see the reason. You get as far away from it as possible.’
The three human children trotted away from the house, further into their neighborhood, the claptrap shanties and hovels that their race was bound to.
Peter did not mention the house or the feeling of fear. But he did not forget.
[Just a little bit I wrote for my Pathfinder campaign today. I liked it and I haven’t updated blog in a bit so HERE YOU GO.]
2 thoughts on “The Bellinora”
Was this part of a live-read to your players?
There was some similar stuff in the adventure beforehand, but this is actually off the PbP forums we have to cover the time between tabletopo sessions.