Before the Orc Battle...

After her husband’s murder, Kirsi had wished for death.  Maybe that’s why she took to patrolling the streets.  But at the end of each battle, as she looked around, she was always the survivor.  Now, years later, she didn’t think about that as much.  Death did not bother her, perhaps that’s why she didn’t find Grim terribly unsettling, but she had not sought it out in a long time.  When Ricin spoke to her before the battle she was comforted that he did not ask if death bothered her or if she wanted out of the impending battle. She was sure he had asked some of the others but was grateful that he knew her better than that.  And in that she found some comfort.  He knew, as she did, that she had come beyond that point.  It was no longer a fight between life and death, or maybe even just between good and evil. It was a fight for sanity, to know that against all odds she would strive to prevail, to seek out a just course, and pray others might follow in it.

100 years later...

“You look like the Lady in White, one of The Deliverers.”  The small voice startled her.  100 years later, it looked like Danno had been true to his word.  Recognition was never something she had thought about, or sought after.  In this moment, the recognition felt like a betrayal… they had failed these people… she had failed them.  As they huddled in fear, listening to the screams in the night, she wanted to run, to destroy the Rounders and save those they were attacking.  But she knew it was too late, and that doing so would surely lead to the destruction of those who were trying to protect them.  So she waited out the night, praying for the morning light to bring some sort of clarity to the situation.

But, now taunted by the capricious being before them, clarity seemed even more distant.  Looking around the temple of Ioun, she thought again of Ricin.  Ricin was dead.  At least, that was the likely conclusion.  But she wasn’t convinced, she didn’t feel it.  Time would tell.