Undeniable Interests, Syliras
-loved and lost.
-Won, that which was.
-I live with regret, and I have let the animosity pour out of this bleeding heart. Let me be clear, as opposed to dramatic. I have loved, and I have lost. Taken from me, her soul found refuge, not in my arms, but in the stillness of death. An eruption, not only my own, but from all of the world around me. I won that which was lost. I silenced the pain, I silenced the agony. Yet in doing so, I silenced the hope, I silenced the voice.
-Unforgiven.
-In my endless rage, I poured out my hatred, my agony, my pain. Onto a world that could not possibly hold onto such things. Yet like a dam, my brother stood in its way. The torrent diverted, my siblings banished me to this place. For I am the unforgiven.
Act IV, Chapter XIII, Line IIV, Ivak's Regret. As written by Ptolomix, Grandrie, playwright and entertainer.
Weyliss set the book down. Looking up, he realized he had lost himself. He was in a small shop known as 'Undeniable Interests'. It was quite dirty, and as he turned his head, he could see numerous dusty shelves, covered in all manner of things. Rare and exotic items, spell-books, and various other oddities. The famed owner was out on business, and had left a woman by the name of Marie, in charge. She was a thick woman, and carried a rather 'motherly' look about her. As if realizing the young man was eyeing her, the woman looked up.
"Was that book what you where looking for?"
Weyliss grinned.
"I think so, ma'am."
Looking down at the shop's small counter, she slowly re-arranged some papers, licking at her thumb in order to flip the pages faster.
"Mhmm. Not much left from pre-valterrian. Most of it was passed on through word of mouth in the caves, but... some bards, and playwrights decided to put together those tales in a series of books. They are quite old now, but you are holding the fourth book in the series, containing the plays and such that they planned on doing as part of a tour."
Weyliss smiled, looking down at the book. He had been feeling something as of late, and couldn't quite pinpoint it. He felt... odd. As if maybe he was in the wrong place. It was something he couldn't shake. Instead of dwelling on it, he decided to look up information on Ivak, and his killing of Sylir. The playwright had spun a rather romantic view, and Weyliss sincerely doubted a monster such as Ivak could have feelings, but... he tried to keep an open mind. After all, if such a creature could love, and hate, then surely he could feel remorse?
Weyliss was snapped out of his reverie as Marie slammed a rather large, brown tome onto the counter. She looked up, noting Weyliss' surprised blinking.
"Mhmm?"
"N-Nothing. Might I ask what book that is?"
Smiling, the woman pushed the tome to the side.
"Not entirely sure, that old perv told me that it was going to be bought. Strange, Ive seen this book sitting in the back of the shop for months. Then, this young upstart of a wizard barges in here, and starts looking about. Wearing a sword and a golden eye no less? I mean really. Well, he asks for a spell book, and apparently this here tome, tells the smallest of a smidgen's codpiece about glyphing. Silly stuff if you ask me. Wouldn't work in a thistleblower's arse if ya ask me. Not that you ever do. Apparently that silly young duffer is coming to pick it up."
Weyliss couldn't help but smile.
"... you.. ah.. certainly have a way with words m'am."
Snorting, the woman moved to behind the counter, and started rummaging through a desk.