With the last hit, the man aimed Abii's occiput and pulled her close enough to grip her hairs with hand. She wasn't paralyzed anymore, but her body started to seize up. On a man request to look directly on him, she just noded, but it was more like a fatigue doing it's job. Figure was focusing gaze on useless soul, which already handled way more pain than his previous visitors with a smile covered by hood. He told her to stand up, but with no reaction from a woman. At this time he decided to help, he released her long black hairs covered with blood and scraps of her own skin, while she was fallin he managed to grip her neck with one hand. Carring up her whole body above the floor, where the blood was streaming down on a ground. He started to ask if she finally learned something, but still with no response. Woman barely managed to open left eye and she saw two glowing like a pulsating magma eyes watchin her fate.
With this words she spew out some blood on her chest, aswell some of drops fall on man steel shoes. He looked on it, then on woman once again. With his free hand, a flick of fingers was made and a airborne shady gas started to get inside an useless soul, sealing every opened wound outside and inside her. She tried to release from a grip when her body was completly restored, but grasp was much stronger that she thougt. Mysterious posture seeing it, threw Abii so hard that before touching the ground, she damaged few chairs before she landed in the corner of hall.
For what is all of this ? I told you that I have enough...
You need to know who gave you all, and who you disappointed once again. You will see who you woudl become, and what a poor and boring life you coudl have, if Master woudl not take care of you, Abii the useless. Let me show you...
Abii's equipment dissapear aswell as her conversationalist. This time she was dressed with jersey covered by flour and scraps of cake. The tavern were looking exactly same as her father backery when she was young, atleast how she remember it. She was mashing up pie in a hurry as she enjoyed before a tragedy which changed her and her whole life, occured...
The speaker reminded about her parents beeing murdred long time ago, though he kept continuing with his false images in which girl blindly trust. Abii saw herself working at backery day after day, earning for her goods few pennys, which wasn't enough for nearly everything, the cures were way to expensive for her twisted of hard work hands. She was a witness of her hard work over the years in a short time. A lonely soul without money, friends and family, it happened so fast like someone woudl be reading her life as a book, translating pages and wringing out the unwanted ones. In front of her eyes, appeard and old grandy, her hair became grey falling on weak sholders destroyed by time under brown headscarf, or maybe they were just dirty with flour. Jewelery from family were on her hand and gold brooch was pinned on the scarf. She looked at that moment like her whole life was just empty. She was narrowly sitting near table with a small toy in her hand, made from thin sticks and paper. This was a last heirloom which she made with her parents. The old woman just smiled at it and took last breath before she died, alone and forgotten in her father backery.
The location started to dissapear from her eyes and once again she was standing infront of mysterious figure. The man told her that her life woudl look like a scene she just saw. Abii wasn't satisfied with it, but he already knew it, watching her face, from which he coudl just read like from a diary of a child.
Master saw a huge potential in you, now see how much you owe Him. Let's move to the past now, when you were young and you wear different name.
The floor started to transform into pane of glass and it was very clear. Abii kneel and put her head down, she saw a huge city far down, she was able to recognize it's her home, Unther. Place where she was born and she was growing up in her early age, along with family she had that time. The glass started to pop under her feet, aswell in many other places. Sound of choking floor was loud enough that she had to put hands on ears to avoid deafness. All she coudl do was to let her body fall and avoid glass fragments during her unwanted journey down there, like a soul who seek peace after hard life...
She kept falling down similar to a rock throwed with intense strength. Passed by clear sky, watching birds. The more she was close to earth, the more she clamped fists. Like an arrow shooted from one of most talented elven archers piercing steel, thats how she penetraded roof of her old family house which was burned long time ago, but somehow the building didn't colapsed. Something or someone protected the rest of it with ancient runes to prevent it from falling, aswell from rebuilding it. The home awaited for a daughter, which left it long time ago.
Abii was standing in one corner and her conversationalis was sitting in the middle of living room. In her eyes the room wasn't looking exactly as she remembered it, burned and destroyed rafters were looming on air. Only half of deskop from a table where she was eating was not straved by flame, not to mention the chairs, except the one which was taken by torturer, this was untouched, and was looking like a new one. She started to search anything which had any value, personal one, she didnt care about coins that time. Every pledge was destroyed, every dress made by her mom, the local beauty and talented tailor was completely destroyed. Even a family portrait was not looking as it shoudl. The frames were burned, the canvas was cutted and scorched. No matter how hard she kept looking for anything, the result woudl be same. In this moment man asked her about small painting, if she really want to see it once again. Abii bowed to him, which was an answer to his question. With a small gesture he created a square filled with grey fog. It took a moment when a fog started to create an adult beauty and a man carring young girl on his breast. They were going back to home, as the night was coming and girl already fall asleep. She was extremely calm while watching the scene, a tear appeard on her cheek, flowing through it to the lips. Abii recognized herself on it, inconnent child with blonde hairs falling on her father left shoulder. Girl was nestleing inside warm body of her daddy.
Look at her darling, shes soo sweet. Our beloved daughter, my little Loulou... -The man performed his voice to sound same as Abii mother.
This was a name which your parents gave you on your birth, Loulou. Now you understand why you were shocked during your first visit at house of healing, when you wanted to kidnap childs, and one of them had same name, Loulou. That girl was very ill and you gave her teddy bear, then you left and started to think if the things you do are right ones ? Am I right ?
I see... I felt that i knew this name very good, but i coudln't remember, no I do. Abii...Why am I Abii, not Loulou anymore ?
I like your tone. I see that you learned about humility and honor to The One. The answer is simple, Lord took care of you as He saw potential in your figure and gave you new name, Ofcourse He coudl just watch your pain and how you burn in this house among with your parents, He decided to put you on test and the the name was new beggining. Before you, Lord made a lot of tests to different childs, but none of them passed it, except you.
With these words man was sure that Abii growed as true follower without a doubt, her actions wasnt the best ones, but after his tortures and reminding her about the past, how Cyric saved her useless life and gave her a chance for a new start. Atleast in this version Abii belived. He was sure that with his terryfieing illusions, he just finished a task with ragged soul. Once an inconnet sweet Loulou, now a great prepared fanatic. The doubt flew away from Abii face, tho it appeared on it few times during torture. Once again she was standing proudly like before, but the lessons which she passed with unnatural pain and suffer, stayed inside her mind.
Mysterious figure focused gaze on her, once again a dark purple coloured eyes starts to shine harder than the most precious stones. He put together his hands and created a portal which was entangled by dark cherry aura...
It was a moment that Abii awaited, with a honest bow, she stepped into portal slowly, like a hero who want to be remembered, or a cold blooded bastard, who haven't finished everything while among living ones. The one was sure, she was ready for everything behind pulsuing purple fog. Just before a last step inside she refined hairs, falling on shoulder from under hood in a way like nothing bad happened. Without a doubt some of her pride was still with her, but the lessons was not forgotten. So be it! She thought while crossing through fog which was all around her. The fog started to absorb her, then spit out a enraged soul into a place forgotten by gods. Overwhelming pillar of lightning-blue colour pushed her down, she coudln't go back, even if she wanted. Perhaps she was to weak to stang against it, or maybe it was her destiny, created by One.
She realized that a place visited now by her is nothing more but a passage, as there was only one direction now, to go on. While walking forward without any weapon, only dressed in white and silver colours, cloak had some red appendixes. It may be strange due to fact that while entering the portal her outfit resembled a true Cyric fanatic, there was no white in anything she had. It was a higher power that changed her or was it another illusion trick made by a mysterious torturer. The answer was a mystery. On her way appeard a track, probably for a railway small carriage, which was not present around. At this moment whole place was looking like a dwarven mine, between the rails was an unquestionable deep space. Woman looked down before she went further, coudln't see the end of it. Even a nearby stone throwed by her was falling down so long that she refused to keep listening the ground hit. For a moment she thought that maybe short ones just wanted go get more, whatever it was down there and they just kept digging to deep, awakeing something which chased away all of them. She cointinued on her journey to unknown, through all her walk she heard strange voices coming from down, the forgotten souls she thought and kept moving faster than before. Suddenly, her eyes saw a door on end of path, she starter to run and opened them. To her surprise nothing was waiting behind them, but this what she saw intimidated her. A great hall with sarcophags on both sides and a red pool. Perfectly made statue of a woman with a sorrow on her face, hanging a jug from which the red liquid was falling and filling the basin...
Abii while her walk at first she just ignored the statue, focusing her gaze on a door behind it. The sarcohagus around the hall were not intrest in her mind at all, she simply ingored them. Honestly none of them were a her own resting for eternity place as woman doing everything to get back to life. When she came closer to the object she was a witness of a movening carving, the higher part of statue, actually the head just looked in a direction to see her. Her words were spoked in a poem...
Sacrifice is needed, To cross this path, Feed me with body, To break my oath.
After listening these words, Abii just steppdd inside the pool and started to nail bite of her thumb, then spiting it insie basin. It was the worst thing that she coudl do, trying to trick a guardian. With reference to it she just get moved back behind the pool for around 3 meters. Very unpredictable she though, scraching her head. Coming closer and started to begin a second chance was just a matter of time, but now Abii offered way more. She stepped inside a pool and dive in all of it. Her words was straight.
My hand is yours.
The pool started to guggle while the statue moved her head to previous position and voice spoke that the passage is opened, a sacrifice was made.
What coudl do a woman without her equipment and hand? There was not other answer beside one like "Keep going" These were a statue words after Abii managed to lose her left hand for a passage. She used an sharp edge of nearby stone, aswell as her own strength and teeths. There was no pain on it at all, as woman knew that without sacrifice this hall woudl be her prison. Girl kept on her track and passed through opened by statue doors, where stairs leading higher were waiting...
Abii step on first stair and looked up, thousands more waited for her. She kept moving, started to rake aside huge webs from her face during journey. After hundred of stairs, every few steps was harder than previous ones. Aswell her stump after takeing off hand, started to bleed more and more with every minute. She had to lean on barrier which was goin alongshore stairs. Woman was badly exhasted, but every time she looked up, the stairs seemes to have no end. Suddenly a string of web, which had diameter around adult man biceps, appeard from up not far from a barrier on which Abii was leaning now. She smiled as she coudn't pass the stairs on her own, but the rest of her common sense mind was yelling in her skull that this is not good idea. She grapped a massive web with her only hand and pulled it a little, then she moved it on her shoulder and under her knee. Finally she jumped and the string falled down with her a little, she heard loud hiss coming from up, then her body started to move along with web up. She giggled a little as it remember her about elevator which she found at Waymoot forest not long time ago, atleast before she died. It doesn't took more like ten minutes when she finally reached the end, she was now in the middle of something which looked like a dark cave, but a creature which helped her was an actual problem, huge on fourty, maybe fifty feets, giant mutated spider, or something similar as she was first time seeing such a vile monstrum.
Fact is that Abii was not even able to outrun it, not to mention a battle without any weapon and she was still bleading. Confusing was this, that creature just stepped away, like allowing her to walk, after a while she ralized that her signed it glowing way harder than ever before on dark purple colour. Perhaps it was a sing for monster to not eat her, or terrifieing illusions were all the time around her. She tried to not focuz gaze on monster and used rest of her energy to move away from it, to the nearest small hole, hidden in a corner. Crawling inside like a bleeding work she managed to pass through it. When her body moved out of the hole, she saw something like a continuation of a dark place, on which end was an strange looking coffin. The lid was moved a little, moreover Abii was able to read what was written on it. The message was short and clear. Here rest Abii of Cyric. She was shocked and frustration showed on her face. Woman was not sure if this is another trick, or perhaps a place for her, for the rest of eternity. She barely entered inside it and lied down on back, closeing eyes...
The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is for good man to do nothing.
When her eyelids slided down, she saw only darkness all around, at that time Abii didnt know if shes sleeping, having a vision or dreaming. She saw many battles in which she participed or were playing main lead. The snowy ground shrouded by blood of many Triadic guards, burning and destroyed massive walls, drowned ones by her on the bridge which were the only way to that Stronghold. This imagie suddenly changed environment to a fresh cutted grass. Abii saw how she greet a blade of grass, on which the highest ranked saint warriors were stabbed to death, along with their horses crippling their owners bodys. The corpses dissapear and she was seeing now a sassy elf, wielding a rapier covered by a dark green light, perhaps poisoned one which was fighting her useing magic aswell. Woman saw how she managed to knockdown an opponent, which coudn't get up after many hard slashes.She just started to stomp on his face, till he losed consciousness, or was already dead, maybe drowned with own blood, as the smudge around neck and head was large. The act kept on changeing it's scene, similar to ones at the Phoenix Theatre which she visited once or twice. Abii was now running away and laughing, how the wizzard and another figure wielding scimitar which had flame and acid wards are after her, entering almost every trap which she managed to lay down. She cutted the head of a spellblade with one swing, perhaps due to very loud sound from the ambush which stunned the overzhauled warrior. She barely during this coudl handle the swarm of missiles casted from the hand of wizzard, she saw how her shield is getting destroyd. When a mage rised another hand up, she jumped and managed to hide inside trees. When she stepped between trees a new scene occured. She was at forest, dodging arrows and a huge blade of a woman trying to get her. Blade was almost as tall as the wielder and managed to hit Abii's feat. She screamed as loud as she coudl, the nearby birds flew away, local squirells jumped into their holes, even boars started to hide. While the huge sword was on ground covered with Cyric Fanatic blood, Abii used spike on her shield and swinged it directly in woman neck. She was vulnerable to arrows flying on her from two more figures as she left shield and it's spike in previous victim. Breaking line of sight by useing nearby stones and trees she catched and elven beauty, even with an arrow in Abii's hand, as she tried to protect her neck, due to lack of shield that time. Hurting a fragile elven woman wasn't hard, even now when Abii was bleeding. When the long ears falled on ground, Abii gestured to the last attacker that if she will stop sending more arrows and let her leave, she will allow to take bodys of the two which fallen from her hands. The ugly green skinned girl showed her face which was covered by a hood and bowed her head. Abii wasn't laughing but while leaving she was focusing her gaze on green woman. When she passed away around a mile or more, she stumbled over small grapevine and falled down backwards. Once again she was seeing around only darkness and her torturer appeard above her once again, holding a small box containing bottles, filled with red liquid, he was offering it to her and one sentence was spoken.
You will need them, yet.
She aweken in a small room, laying on old bed which was wet of the blood spiting from her stump of cutted hand. The room contained broken mirror and blurred paint. The curtains were jagged and through the window was comming a weak light. The only doors were looking like an outhouse, same as peasants used on their farms. She stand up and spotted one more thing, a medium sized cabited, on which was sitting and old, knackered by time teddy bear. It hands wre falling down on a lock at cabited, like the puppet showing her something and watching her aswell...
Abii grabbed nearby, dirty pillow from bed and pushed it to her bleeding arm. She put her hand on a cabinet-handle and opened it. The view was marvelous for her tired eyes. It contaided all of her adventuring toys, including many scroll coiled with the cloak with the jawless skull. Her favoured weapon was shining, lika it was once she bought it at the city covered by winter. The rest of weapons were aswell waiting there, to be grabbed by the only one owner. Before she started to get all of it, she spotted a well hidden clothes on a coat hanger. Cleaned and smelling with lavender. She moved everything and placed it on bed, that time it woudl be a way easier for her to put everything on herself as it shoudl be with one working hand. Hours were passing, but finally she managed to be ready for leaving small, looking like abaddoned bedroom. The murmur of puppet watching her payed her attention. When she was watching directly on it, the teddy bear started to swing slowly. With every minute it began to wiggle harder and harder and finally falled down, just near the womans feet. She grabbed it, caressing its head once while looking directly on it. With a hug, she felt like puppet is hiding something inside. She putted mascot on bed and took a dagger, cutting it's back slowly.
All of the cotton wool were removed before she saw the exact same box with bottles like in her vision, but now she was able to get it, as she did so. Hiding every bottle carefully in her junks to avoid it beeing broken, she standed infront of an old, almost destroyed doors and went outside. She realized that she once visited thi place, an unmarked gravyard, not far for the Capital of Cormyr, Suzail.
She closed a door and saw a pinned hand with a nail on the door along with the creased letter on a chain, binded to a thumb. Something was watching her from the nerby grave, robbed figure covered by a moon behind some of almost flaming dark clouds way up high. Mysterious figure moved close to Abii, it's eyes were flowing like a flowing magma. The shadow took Abii's cutted arm which was pinned to a door and removed it, with a dark cherry aura around it, placing hand on Abii's stump. She was simply standing and watching wahts goin on. When figure gave back Abii this, what she sacrificed, It dissapear like a fog which was around the moon. Abii took off the chain with paper from the thumb and red it. Message contained short order. Make yourself innocent and do not fail again, Daughter.
After reading, she rised her chin high and left cmentary, as a living one now.
Many days have passed, but Abii finally managed to get an 'allies'. Their help were expensive, but she was certain that she made a wise decision, in the times of coin. Through few bandits, woman purchased an aid from the local boss, of this well organized group. As ominous as this sound, woman haven't any other choice. This investion was made to serve her intrest in build this what shall be done long time ago. Despite Abii's dark nature with the promise she made, she handled her nerves and the deal was made. Though, she was sure that there will be assuredly a hidden price beyond the coins she gave. The group is useful for her now, as long as money from Abiis pocket is flying to the boss ones. Brygadier chosen by boss, followed Abii to the place of work, behind the locked door, goin deeper on a rope, between desks in a floor. They finally stepped on a ground. She wasn't rude or anything like that to brygadier, she was even polite, at first look. Showing him the cave around, she gestured with middle finger on a hole, it's size was enought, that an adult bear coudl squeeze inside. They went on the other side, sliding in hole like a worms inside an addled apple. Upon reaching it's end and geting on the other side. There was similar space to previous one, and a huge massive rock. Abii told Sal that here his work starts, explaining where he shall threw debris. Sal noded to woman with a sigh and told that after he know everything they shall start. Brygadier moved outide in Abii's companionship, there where their roads went on two different paths. He went to grab twelve well build man for hard work, aswell as preparing for a thievery, without working tools the work coudn't be done. Buckets, pick axes and crushing mauls, all of this needed to be a part of it. Abii last words were, nothing more but a cold murmur toward Sal.
Boss gave you five days, better hurry up. Otherwise he wont earn more, and I wont extend deal with him, this is just the beggining...
Days have been passing one by one and the woman didn't came even for a visit to see how the workers are doing their job for her money. Perhaps she was busy, or maybe she was watching from the shadows that noone coudl see through her concacement. The one one sure, Abii stopped to visit Cormyrian towns for a good to avoid any unwanted attention. Her main goal was her the most important thing, the one true way she was going through, not looking back, just going for a thing which belonged to her, atleast in her mind. Through dead bodies, burned floor or under acidic rain, nothing coudl make her stop. The goal was to close and the orders were already ordered. She knew the place of her possible alliance and working group, even their names, so she wasn't afraid. From the one of the lessons she learned was, patience. She carefully observed whats going on around her and the persons which care about her to be on 'their' side. Gathering new trusty followers wasn't and still is not an easy task for her, but she will try her best to get few, or maybe she already got some, it is hard to say even by the alliance group which works with her from time to time, due to massive murmur under the dark cherry cowl, which cover all of her face...
The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is for good man to do nothing.
Abii decided to start over her journey in other regions, after not seeing any of her comrades anymore, what woudl make her to stay at Cormyr. She do not forget about the main reason which kept her for few years here. In the early night, she pushed under door which only „Little Willy” and William knew. Letter with few letters on it.
Others will come to finish my creation, You already know their true names.
Moreover, it had also few hints where she hidded gold for the „Boss”. As an act of good will from her side for the help which she obtained from him. She packed all her weapons along with wands, every scroll which she bought from allied scribes. Finally she took a direction, and went slowly there, where noone woudl know or hear about woman, called Abii of Mad God.
Deception, the wreck, Evil as plain as the scar on her neck, Deception, disgrace, She ask for trouble the moment she came. Born in grief, raised in hate Helpless, to defy her fate, Let her run, let her live, But do not forget what you cannot forgive.
The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is for good man to do nothing.