_{by jaymamma.}

Lil’s Watch

Finally on my watch which I by request took alone, I had the time to put things in perspective. A lot had happened over the span of a few hours. My patron was certainly pushing me towards something. What? The meetings with other hexblades, the fact that Rienwald to was from Eli. Like I said it was a lot. Factor in my…our failure to rescue the Trascendor descendant and it was an emotional carriage ride I did not, was incapable of handling well.

Thankfully,the _____ would survive and carry on their work continuing the work of Fickle’s charge. That was something. The legacy would endure.

    I flipped the satchel gifted to me by my patron over in my arms. It hummed and radiated heat. I wondered what its true purpose was. I liked to plant and seed the ground, this however I knew would not bear fruit nor flower. I had planned on planting the first outside Helmshold, then Thundertree, Leilan would be next. If it wrought some needless horror though, I would not plant any at all. I would not bring further calamity, not for my patron or any other reason. I would ask before I could plant. I had too.

    What was her endgame here? How did the other blades factor in? Maybe she was simply pushing me towards diversifying my arsenal. I could see how a few extra tricks would have been helpful against the others. I still defeated three out of four. She just happened to be better in melee than me and her powers well suited her towards such. A hexblade god of purity palladin and I suspected some type of command training. Quite the combination. I should have blinded her and took her apart from a distance. Clearly my magical talents would overwhelm or at the very least put her off balance for the finishing blow. 

Diversity.

    I used my hexpower to generate something I had not really tried before. Hmmm, what should it look like I thought. I could come up with anything and all that option made it a harder decision. I looked around for inspiration. Mystic was the first thing my eyes locked onto. That was easier than expected. The hex energy sprang into existence swallowing the moonlight as it manifested much like the serpent I had in mind would swallow its own  prey. A python formed from the energy not as large as Mystics other form mind you but it resembled it in every other way.

   It took on the earthy tones that usually appeared along with Mystics magic. The scales formed a color not unlike the dark earth from a fresh grave, and a favorite color of mine…hers formed in the serpents center starting from between its eyes all the way to the tip of its tail and under its belly back and to where it began. Like emerald mixed with the white light of the stars an almost fluorescent translucent shade …beautiful.

    The serpent stiffened and spun in the dark miasma of hex energy it then split starting at its tail and stretched in either direction. the splitting ceased at its head. it stared ahead impassive to its rending. Its eyes glowed like fire danced within them. It just hovered there waiting my command.

    I stepped over to Mystic. Sorry Mystic. I gently plucked the longest stray hair I could find from her. I held it in the hex energy as I stretched it and suffused it. No matter how great a bow was constructed it was useless without a string. I knew not how to string a bow, and thankfully did not need to.

    The hair strand stretched to the desired length and tension. The pieces of split tail swallowed the hair’s ends as if they were the serpents maw around a rodent. I pulled the long bow Free from its womb of energy. I quietly slipped an crossbow bolt from dare’s quiver and thrust it in to the energy. It elongated into an arrow fit for the bow. I placed it the bladed tip nocked across the serpents head it eyes casting forth where the arrows flight would bring it. I changed the angle and pulled adding and then releasing tension following where it would strike. Excellent. 

    I don’t know if all hexblades named their weapons. I don’t know that I did for any other reason than my own vanity. Didn’t matter. I would name it hmmm. The Mystic fang. Maybe A little I don’t know cliche. When the boot fits though it should be worn. I released the arrow a green and black streak of energy accompanied it as it stuck into a tree. The tree seemed as if it grew slightly before then wilting. Its leaves died and fell. Shoots then appeared from  the droppings.

    Interesting a combination of life and death energy in one blow. Fitting I suppose. I recalled the arrow and realized I could control which energy took prevalence when I released the bow. When I was satisfied, I gave new life to the tree. No sense in its dying to sate my target practice. It was time to wake the next watch. 

I knelt down next to the sleeping Ultorin. I took his hand slowly in mine. I leaned in and whispered “Ultorin, wake up its time for your watch.”

His eyes opened and he immediately tensed up. I smiled.

“Have a good sleep?”

“Uh, Why are yo holding my hand ?”

I let go  and he followed my hand as it went to my chest.

“I was trying to wake you peacefully”

“Are you fucking with me?”

“Maybe?”

I abruptly stood and went to my bedroll. 

I watched him stand and gather himself. Then he looked to me. 

“Happy Watch Ultorin I smiled and rolled over for some well deserved shuteye.

“Whataver Lilvari” He huffed.