The Chronicles of Valen Ch. 10
“Disclaimer: Valen, Nathyrra, The Seer, and several of the other characters are the property of Bioware. If you’ve played the game, you’ll recognize them. The rest is the invention of my twisted little imagination, including Morrighu Badb and the goddess she serves.”
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She starts down the path back to Cavallas’ ship and soon they find that good to his word, he is waiting for them.
Cavallas greets her, “Welcome, paladin. Where is it that you wish to go? Back to camp or to the island of with the strange town?”
She doesn’t hesitate, “Take us to the island. We will return to camp later.”
Cavallas bows to her, “I am at your disposal, paladin.”
Unbidden, Valen takes her pack and leaps onto the ship. Before she can follow him, he reaches for her and lifts her on board, as well, leaving Nathyrra to board as best she can.
After clambering awkwardly over the rail on her own, Nathyrra chuckles.
Valen looks at her, “What is it that you find so amusing?”
Nathyrra grins at him, “It’s just something that Imloth said.”
As Cavallas pushes back into the currents, Valen looks at Morrighu, “I believe I owe you a story.
What would you have me tell you?”
She thinks for a bit, “Will you tell me about your time in the Abyss?”
He looks at you curiously, “You want me to speak about my time spent fighting? Whatever for?”
Morrighu grins at him, “I’m curious. I find your past interesting.”
He thinks about it for a long moment, and then shrugs, “Very well. If it will please my lady, I would gladly tell her a tale or two. Ask what you will.”
“What did you do before you were taken captive?” she asks.
He sighs, remembering, “I was a young lad in the streets of Sigil, if you must know. An orphan since my mother had died and a thief when I could get away with it.”
“What is Sigil? I’ve never heard of it.,” she looks at him curiously.
He grins, “Sigil is the most famous city of the planes, the great City of Doors as it is sometimes called. All planars have walked its streets at one time or another. I am surprised you have not come across it in your travels. Although, it is well guarded by the Lady of Pain against deities and she might well not appreciate one such as you wandering her city. Most of the citizens of Sigil would no doubt be offended to hear that someone has never heard of them. It is an odd place, beautiful and hideous and dangerous and all in-between.”
She takes a breath and asks another question, “Were there many others like you in the Abyss?”
He smiles grimly, “The armies of the Abyss are legion. There were more warriors with my same tale than there are grains of sand. Few survived as I did, however.”
Gently, she probes, “How is it that you didn’t die during all that?”
His brow furrows as he ponders the question, “To tell you the truth, I do not know. There were times I wanted to die. There were times I tried to die, but I never did. Perhaps it was simply my fate to survive long enough to escape Grimash’t’s grasp. I certainly do not question it overmuch.”
She smiles warmly at him, “Well, I’m thankful you’re here.”
He smiles a bit bashfully, “Thank you, my lady. That is most kind of you.”
She reaches for his hand, “Have you ever… been in love?”
Valen turns and looks at her, shock evident on his face “That… that is a most personal question, my lady…”
Her hand rises quickly to stroke his cheek, “You don’t need to answer it if you don’t want to.”
He is silent for a long moment, and then finally he nods, “Yes, I was. Once.” He looks directly at her, “She died.”
Morrighu squeezes his hand in sympathy, “I’m so very sorry.”
A flash of pain crosses his face, but Valen swallows it back and nods slowly, “Thank you, my lady. It is… not easy to discuss her, even still.”
Softly, Morrighu asks, “Who was she?”
He grimaces, “She was a mortal servant of my master in the Abyss. When I was being tortured, my master brought her before me and… And he killed her.”
He closes his eyes, frowning, “It was meant to cause me pain, and it did. But that was a long time ago.”
He smiles gently, not looking at her but rather at an image in his mind, “No. There has been no one else since. I have moved on, however… but there has been no one, until you.”
Nathyrra sucks in a sharp breath at his near admission and the sound returns Valen to his surroundings.
He shifts uncomfortably, “Perhaps if we… could move the topic to something else, my lady. I would appreciate it.”
Morrighu smiles at him, “I understand,” and squeezes his hand in sympathy.
She looks up impishly at Nathyrra, “I need your help, if you don’t mind. Things have gotten entirely too serious.”
Nathyrra nods in agreement, “What did you have in mind?”
She laughs, “I think it’s time to see if tieflings aren’t ticklish after all and your hands are smaller than mine. He’s never had a sister to cajole him out of a sour mood and I think he could use one about now.”
Morrighu works an experimental finger into a crack in Valen’s armor and pokes him in the ribs. Valen looks at her stoically, but Nathyrra joins the game, poking him on the other side. Valen rolls his eyes but starts to smile. Morrighu works a finger in between the plates that cover his armpit and Valen shifts away from her.
Morrighu shouts, “Nathyrra, I will pull his pony tail to distract him. Try this spot.”
Morrighu good to her word, pulls on his pony tail playfully. Finally, Valen is at his limit of endurance. He reaches out and clamps both of them to him so tightly they cannot free their arms. He keeps them pinned easily no matter how the wriggle to free themselves.
He laughs, “Now that I have both of you, I am inclined to toss you both overboard.”
Morrighu looks up at him smiling, “This is definitely less serious.”
He laughs and relents, “If you will both behave, I’ll let you go.”
Morrighu gives him a mischievous look and says, “I’ll behave…for now.”
He lets them both go and they sit for a while grinning at each other.
Finally, it is Morrighu who speaks, “What do you think winged elves are doing in the Underdark?”
Valen looks thoughtful and Nathyrra frowns.
It is Nathyrra who answers, “I do not know, but I feel certain that the Valsharess will know of it and she will have sent at least a small party to investigate. Cavallas is not the only one who hears things. We should be cautious when we arrive. They say this town appeared on this island from out of nowhere… obviously there is powerful magic at work here. Magic the Valsharess might want to use for herself or at least keep from us.”
Valen adds, “This town appeared from nowhere, they say… ripe for the pickings, as most races of the Underdark would put it. I agree with Nathyrra that it would be wise to be cautious.”
Eventually, they feel the hull scraping on the shallow bottom and Cavallas comes forward, “So, paladin, once again I have brought you safely to your destination.”
He docks the ship and before Morrighu can stop him, Valen again shoulders her pack and leaps on the shore. He holds his arms out to her, indicating that she should jump and that he will catch her.
Morrighu laughs, “Another leap of faith, Valen?” as she leaps.
He sets her gently down and does the same for Nathyrra. Nathyrra blushes and leaps to shore on her own.
Morrighu reaches over and takes her pack from Valen, “If there is to be combat, I do not want you to be overly encumbered. When we are in camp, it’s different.”
She shoulders up her own pack and adjusts the straps slightly. She moves up the path toward the settlement and the other two follow behind her. Valen sees her unsheathe her blades and begin to sprint forward. He looks and sees the drow scout moving away from her. She catches him and the blades she carries do their deadly work, but not before he’s raised the alarm.
Valen hears her curse before she sprints around the corner and out of sight. He’s got his flail out and is on her heels. Nathyrra, as usual, is huffing to keep the pace set by the other two. Valen rounds the corner to find that Morrighu has engaged some Red Sisters and seems to be handling her own. The mage that she’s been battling falls, so she focuses on a rogue. He turns and attacks a second group on the other side of the path. Two swings of the flail and another mage falls.
Nathyrra catches up and starts casting immediately. She moves to a vantage point that will let her watch the combat of both her companions. Morrighu has been trading blows with the Red Sister rogue but she finally draws her out, causing her to over extend herself.
Seeing her opening, one of Morrighu’s blades descends, severing both of the arms. Weaponless, the other blade connects with the rogue’s neck, removing her head cleanly. With all the other combatants out of the way, Morrighu is free to concentrate on the Red Sister that is the obvious leader. Nathyrra recognizes her as Sabal.
Sabal tries casting several spells, but none of the fire balls, frost balls, or lightening bolts seem to have much of an effect on the paladin. Sabal finally realizes that while the paladin isn’t taking much damage, she is taking quite a bit from those deadly blades. The only thing that seems to have any effect on the paladin is Time Stop, which Sabal uses to open a portal and escape.
With her main foe now removed, Morrighu turns and sees Valen still fighting with some drow so she sprints to help him. Before she can get there, Valen and Nathyrra finish them off.
Morrighu removes her helm, “My, my, it seems that drow hospitality is improving. I can’t believe they sent us a proper welcoming party.”
Valen looks at her pointedly, “I told you that we needed to be careful here.”
Morrighu shoots back sarcastically, “That’s very helpful. What would I do if you weren’t here to point out the blatantly obvious?”
Valen glares in her direction. “I have a few suggestions where you could go, if you like. If you ever want to hear them, let me know.”
Nathyrra snickers, “A lover’s quarrel so soon?” and gets dark looks from the pair.
Morrighu sheaths her blades but Valen notes that she keeps them ready to hand. He doubts that anyone else would realize that her smooth almost feline gait is a clear threat. She moves up the path cautiously and is approached by two winged elves. They move as if in a slight daze, and their wings are mottled and ragged, likely the result of too much time spent beneath the cold, dark earth.
The male nods in greeting, his wings rustling slightly. “Welcome to Shaori Fell, stranger. I am Skaa and this is Nairow.”
Despite his pleasant words, there is no joy in his voice and his appearance is forlorn at best.
The female chimes in, her own voice echoing the sorrow etched on her face. “You are welcome here, stranger. I’m sure you’ll find our town quite beautiful, despite its troubles.”
Morrighu takes in the ragged pair and relaxes ever so slightly as she brings to question them. She looks suspiciously at them because their answers do not seem quite sensible, yet they do not seem to be entirely mad.
Valen leans forward and whispers in her ear, “I think that they are under some kind of an enchantment. Continuing to question them might cause them difficulty. I do not think they are able to answer you.”
He sees Morrighu tilt her head slightly in acknowledgement of his words.
She excuses herself from the elves and when they are out of earshot she looks at him, “I think you are correct. They seemed to want to answer some of the questions, but it seemed as if it caused them pain. Perhaps we should find this queen they mentioned. And what are driders?”
Valen chuckles, “Since the drow worship Lolth, or at least they used to worship her, they bred with giant spiders. They are half man and half spider. The upper part is man-like but instead of a man’s legs, they have the body of a spider.”
She looks at him curiously “So are they always hostile or can we reason with them?”
Valen laughs, “It’s generally hard to reason with something that’s trying to eat you.”
She nods, “Well, I guess they won’t make very good allies then. I suppose that we might promise them all the duergar and Valsharess’ drow they can eat, if they fight with us. That still begs the question of how to talk to them, though, but something might present itself. I’ve had dealings with similar things before.”
Valen looks at her curiously, “That might be an interesting story for me to ask you about. You still owe me one as well.”
She grins at him, “I know that. On the way back to camp, I will let you pick. You may ask me what you will. If you hit something too tender, I may ask you to wait and let me tell you later in private.”
“Come,” he motions, “We should be moving on. We can talk later.”
She walks further up the path and sees what looks like merchant stalls.
Valen notes the gleam in her eye as she says, “Let’s see if we can find the merchant. I might get lucky again.”
He rolls his eyes, “Any excuse to go shopping!”
She laughs as she spots the merchant, “I don’t suppose that you have anything you might wish to trade?”
This man frowns, “What’s this? Another customer?”
He sighs. “I hate dealing with customers. But I guess it’s the only way I’ll get rid of all my inventory.”
She gives Valen an odd look, “Let me see what you have for sale.”
The merchant looks annoyed, “What, you think I have my inventory just sitting nearby to show potential customers? Why would I do that? No, no, no. My inventory is scattered all over the place. Better that way. It was a real pain for a while, back when I still had a lot of stock. But I’ve managed to get rid of just about everything. Now my inventory is almost gone - just the way I like things. In fact, the only thing I have left is a single piece of a broken mirror. It isn’t worth much. Hardly anything at all, to be honest. That’s why it’s so hard to get rid of. What’s worth less than a shard of broken glass?”
Morrighu gives Valen an unreadable look, “I’d like to make a deal with you for your mirror shard.”
The merchant frowns at her, “What do you have that’s worth less than a piece of broken glass?”
Morrighu thinks for a moment, “I have a cursed piece of gold. It brings poverty to anyone who knowingly accepts it. Surely that’s worth less than your broken glass.”
The merchant thinks for a moment, “Well, that is an unusual curse. Only works if the person knows about it before hand? Well, I can see how that coin wouldn’t be valuable at all. You have a deal. I don’t actually have the shard here, but I’ll give you this compass. You can use the compass to find the shard.”
Morrighu takes the compass and puts in her pack.
Valen bursts out, “I cannot believe that you bought a broken piece of glass.”
She looks at him, “Call it a hunch. I suspect that it’s important. I can’t explain it.”
Nathyrra teases her, “Morrighu, I know you want to look your best for Valen, but you should buy the whole mirror next time.”
In an attempt to change the subject, Morrighu says, “Oh, look, it’s a library. We should go in. Librarians are always good sources of information. Maybe they can answer some questions.”
The man in this room snaps smartly to attention as they enter, “Hold on just a second. You can’t go in here - this library is a public place! Come back when we’re closed.”
Valen looks puzzled, “That doesn’t make any sense.”
The man, obviously standing guard, nods, mulling over his words, “Yes… that does seem a bit illogical, doesn’t it?”
Suddenly a spasm of pain grips him, and when he shakes his head his moment of lucidity is gone. “My name’s Ulithar and I’ve got a job to do here at this library. I have to keep people out. I have to protect them from the dangers inside. I have to make sure my wife doesn’t hurt them.”
Morrighu looks at him curiously, “What’s so bad about your wife?”
His face twists into a mask of revulsion. “My wife has lost her mind. She is insane and… And she has become a monster. A terrible, deadly creature whose very gaze can turn a man to stone.”
Morrighu arches a brow, “You mean she’s become a medusa?”
He nods, “The biggest irony is that she was incredibly beautiful…before. That’s the great joke of all this. My wife became a mad medusa, and her make-up was transformed into a potion that allowed me to safely gaze upon her. I wish there was more of it left, but there’s only one dose now. I’ve…I’ve been saving it for an emergency. There is powerful magic at work here. Magic that likes to twist and taunt us… unh!”
His words are cut off as he double over in pain. After a second, he composes himself again. “I know there is some kind of curse on her; on everyone in this strange town. But I can’t…” he pauses and his face twists in agony. “It… it hurts to think of such things.”
She looks at Valen, “I want you and Nathyrra to stay here with him. If I need you, I’ll shout.”
He frowns, troubled, “If you wish. I would prefer not to leave you without proper defense, if it can be avoided.”
She sighs, “I know, but I think I can run in, get the potion, and then go have a chat with his wife. I’d like to see if I can get any information from her. He says that there’s only enough left for one. I don’t have anything to change you back if she turns you to stone.”
He nods as she ducks inside the door, runs for the bedroom where the potion is located, and darts in to grab the potion. She riffles through the dresser until she finds it.
She quickly downs it and goes to face the medusa. The medusa turns to face her, seemingly oblivious to the fact that she is now immune to the stony gaze.
The snakes of her hair give a little hiss, though it isn’t entirely unfriendly, “Hello and welcome to the library. My name is Quathala. I’m in charge here. I’m sorry, but as you can see the books can’t be checked out right now. I have to burn them.”
Morrighu frowns at her, “Why are you burning books?”
Quathala shrugs, “It’s what librarians do.”
Playing a hunch, Morrighu asks her, “Have you seen any shards of glass? I’m looking for the pieces of a broken mirror. Would you happen to have any?”
The snakes hiss again as Quathala speaks, “You’re looking for broken mirror pieces? That’s rather odd, isn’t it? I’m half mad and even I know a broken mirror is bad luck. Of course, I do have a mirror shard of my own… I miss the back and forth of witty conversation, the intellectual stimulation of two minds in competition. I propose we play a game of riddles. If you win, I’ll give you the mirror shard.”
Morrighu nods and the medusa poses her riddle and all but one of the answers the medusa proposes is a rational choice. Playing her hunch again, Morrighu chooses the illogical answer.
The medusa sighs and “You are correct. I’m only sorry our game didn’t go on longer. I’ve been so bored,” and hands over the mirror shard.
Morrighu, wary of how long the potion will last, thanks her and ducks back out the door.
She tells Valen, “Do you two want to come with me again, or would you rather remain here and help guard the mad medusa inside?”
Valen chuckles, “You know that we would rather be with you. You need to be properly defended.”
She grins at them, “Good. I’m glad to hear it.”
She turns to the library’s guard, “I spoke to your wife. I would tell you to have patience. I suspect things will sort themselves out shortly.”
She turns back to Valen, “Here I want you take this compass and keep an eye on it while we wander about. I was thinking that if we’re going to be poking around this place, we might as well see if we can’t find the shard I’ve already paid for.”
They leave the library and start back along the path Skaa described to them to find the queen.
Valen glances at the compass “Hold up, we’re very close. This thing is blinking madly.”
He turns a few times to see which direction to walk in and starts heading for a pile of trash.
“This was the knife that was found in Sakina Ulyeep’s chest.” He answered. “And this.” He held up the torn piece of parchment.
Dillonus Kiek snapped out of his lost world and looked towards Brutus Stilus in interest as he held up the torn parchment with the half of a red bone handled knife symbol on it.
“This is the symbol of the family of Riek Sine.” Brutus said. “This shows that you murdered Sakina Ulyeep. Of course, if this is not enough, search his bags and look for the rest of the letter if he’ll let us.”
“You better explain this, Jaysin!” Damon Dea growled.
“Why don’t you?” Brutus challenged.
“Explain what?” Dea asked in surprise.
“Well… Riek Sine is very smart.” Brutus said. “But he would never committee these deeds alone. If he did, he would never spare me. Why don’t you tell us what we want to know.”
In their argument they all heard a faint rustling and a loud cry from behind Damon Dea and saw a figure emerge.
“DAMON!” Cried Jaysin raising his dagger above his head, hurling it towards Damon Dea’s direction.
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Rasputina had been ridding down that road for not long until she heard the voices up ahead. When she found her husbands soldiers speaking with him, she dismounted her horse while drawing her sword.
She was listening closely to what was being said. Until she noticed a sack being handed to her husband, and when she noticed his expression and heard him say “such a beautiful girl… too bad.” She knew who’s head it was and she found herself falling over herself in tears. Obviously not heard by anybody since they were all speaking to loud to notice… but she still would not have cared.
Liana was dead, and Damon Dea was the man responsible. He had murdered Rasputina’s one true love in cold blood.
The thoughts found flight in her broken mind as her hand clenched her sword harder. As she looked up, unaware of how long she was crying, she saw her husbands back was to her, and decided to make the appropriate move.
Slowly crawling closer in the trees, she held her grip firm and still as she came closer and closer to her target…
With all of the hate and tears burning up in her heart, she came running out before letting our a fierce and powerful cry.
“DAMON!”
In that instance, her sword was in her husbands back, coming through his gut, as Jaysin Riek Sine’s dagger embedded itself in Rasputina side. Throwing her away from her dying husband and to the ground.
* * *
“NO!” Came the loud cry from Dalin De’ Vega.
He watched as his tear stricken love had been struck by the blade of Riek Sine’s dagger. As her own sword embedded itself in Damon Dea’s back…
Running over to her, he gently lifted her into his arms. Locking his eyes onto hers for that one lasting moment. She was sobbing in her last moments, even as he pulled the blade from her.
“He… he killed.” She was weeping. “He killed my only love.”
“She lies!” Damon called out dying with a sword in his back. “She lies… the filthy ugly whore… lies.”
All watched as Damon Dea was slowly cradled by the arms of death unto his eternal slumber. His life bleeding from him from within his open eyes as his head lay to the ground and he died lying on his side.
“I found…” Rasputina was gagging on her own blood as she tried to speak. “I found a letter, sent from Riek Sine to my husband. Jaysin Riek Sine was the one who ravaged and murdered the Kiek family.”
Dillonus Kiek’s eyes went straight up into the eyes of Jaysin Riek Sine’s, with a murderous glare in them, seeming to stab into the horrid soul of the young man.
“He murdered them all with his paid bandits from the Iloppik tribe in the far west…” she told them. “he paid them to help, but we never saw them coming.”
“Rest darling one.” Dalin spoke softly as he cradled the dying girl. “Rest now and let the heavenly hosts work their magic with you.”
She looked up into his crying eyes and felt herself looking into his love for her for the second time since meeting him. She smiled in spite of herself, that she may die in loves arms one way or another.
“Go to Liana.” He said.
“Liana.” Rasputina Barrin spoke the last word she would ever again speak before her world was blown out like a candle in the wind.
The girl was dead… she was with her Liana.
Dalin De’ Vega wept as he held her close to his heart. Her body growing cold with the death she was now in. His love was gone, the way hers was just moments before. All the world lost it’s color when she said good-bye.
“Seize him!” Maximus Dol Maximus commanded his troops while pointed to Jaysin Riek Sine.
“Aren’t you going to kill him?” Brutus asked.
“No!” Was Maximus’s response. “Not yet.”
“What will you do with him?” asked Sabrina Kie Dou Mou.
“We will give him everything he gave…” Maximus answered. Then looking over at the sadistically grinning Dillonus Kiek. “Wont we my friend?”
Dillonus said nothing, but just stared at the man with a look of hateful lust in his eyes.
“He will be given the exact same thing he gave to those girls. Right down to the very detail.” Maximus said.
“You mean…” said Brutus to be interrupted.
“yes!” Maximus stated. “EVERYTHING…”
* * *
Brutus Stilus had indeed adopted the young daughter of Liana, and though the world thought Mkala to be his slave, those who knew Brutus Stilus knew her to be his mate. Law would not permit him marriage to her, but he was allowed his mistress any time he pleased.
Alyssa grew to love them both as her mother and father, but even found herself following her own path when she gave birth to her own daughter. For you see, she was ravaged by a passing soldier. Her daughter Rayn and she began a tribe solely made up of women. Her granddaughter Samsara was even among the first to bare the name Amazon.
Sara Kwaltus had lived her life in the tribe, taking her husbands place among the gathering of Remuk. Her family of course never lived on passed her time.
Sabrina Kie Dou Mou and Maximus Dol Maximus became as man and wife. She had been tried and executed for his murder in their later life. Her son later executed the judge of that trial for his own little course of vengeance.
Dillonus Kiek had lost his wits the day his family died, and many knew that to be ultimately true when he himself administered the punishment on Jaysin Riek Sine, who was forced to live with his shame for the rest of his life. Dillonus took his life just days after the deed. Riek Sine did the same in his old age.
Dalin De’ Vega left the Remuk tribe. He never looked back… he found himself another love in time, her name was Cyrene. Her great-great granddaughter bore her name, who also had a daughter she named Xena. Yes… believe it or not, Xena’s blood line was involved in those wars.
What was left of the tribes that fought the Goths, the Utites, the Yekiq, and the Nurbasus surrendered the war and brought it to an end. Eventually, all of these tribes became as nothing, and Shaman’s became priests or miracle workers for other tribes through out the know world.
As for Liana and her Rasputina. Though horribly ended from their lives would meet again in the heavenly fields of their love for one another. They will again feel their flesh pressed against one another, not in that dirty naughty way many like to imagine, but in the way of love. They will let their lips embrace again like before but innocence will be maximum. Their hearts will have that ultimate opportunity to beat in time with each other.
* * *
IX
“Well?” Varia asked the bard who sat with dried tears on his face and his quill making the last word needed. “Was that what you wanted?”
“Oh, yes!” He said excitedly “and then some.”
“Good.” She said.
Varia looked over to find Constance and Eve holding each other with tears in their own eyes.
“When did you get here?” Varia laughed when she saw her daughter.
“Sometime during the first gathering of Remuk.” She answered.
“Well, Virgil.” Varia looked to the bard again. “I think it’s time for you to be on your way if you ever want to get out of here alive with that story I just told you.”
“Oh, right.” He smiled.
He looked to Eve and Constance and smiled at them, despite the fact that he still had very hard feelings towards Eve for the past. He still couldn’t help but smile in his excitement as he packed his scroll and quill.
“Good journey, Virgil.” Eve told him.
“Thanks.” He said before reaching for Varia’s hand and laying a kiss upon it. “and thank you for the wonderful history.”
The three girls smiled as Virgil left, knowing full well that this tale would be taken as far as the seven seas through out the known world.
“I cry every time I hear that story.” Constance said.
“… and how many times have you heard it?” Eve asked her little lover.
“… Gods… I don’t know, fourteen times now?”
Varia laughed as she moved over to the three girls and laid beside them. Looking into their beautiful faces.
“You know what?” she asked them.
“What?” they asked in unison.
“I’m in the mood for love.”
“To be continued in “A Death In The Family”"
Second note from the author:
I hope you have all enjoyed this story. I’m not sure how I did for I never like my own writing much anyway, so I’ll have to base my opinion off of all of yours. I also want to once again declare that this story is submitted in the loving memory of Kevin Smith… no… not the “Clerks” “Silent Bob” guy, but the man who played Ares in the syndicated Television series Xena: Warrior Princess. Of all the portrayal’s of Ares I’ve seen, and I have seen many throughout the comic books and the movies, and such, I’ve never seen one so perfectly done that I couldn’t believe my eyes. I’ll miss your work man… thanks.
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