Planescape: Torment by Chris Avellone & Colin McComb & Rhyss Hess

Author:Chris Avellone & Colin McComb & Rhyss Hess
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

AELWYN

The light was failing when we left the Curiosity Shop. I returned to the Art and Curio Galleria. It was deserted, except for Yvana. I walked until I stood before the statue of Gangroighydon.

When I saw the gorgon salve in the shop, I had resolved to test if this was really a statue. I was curious to meet this sorcerer, and truthfully I had grown overconfident in my abilities to cheat death. I applied the salve to the statue.

I smeared the foul-smelling ointment over the statue. There was a strange shimmering around the statue, and I watched as the statue took an intake of breath and the eyes of Gangroighydon filled with a blazing, vengeful madness.

I counted on the sudden, to him, change in surroundings to arrest whatever he was about to say. However, I was wrong.

Before I could do a thing, a blazing torrent of words flew from the sorcerer’s lips. As he spoke, I felt an agonizing sensation, like a sudden wave of raging heat, pour over me and settle into my skin like a blistering wound. Blindness struck me as my eyes burst, running from their sockets like shattered eggs… I heard someone screaming, and realized it was me…

The last thing I heard, even over my own cries, was Morte shouting…"New taunts, by the Lady’s bladed teats, what a—”

I died, a victim of Gangroighydon’s Awful Curse.

I awoke the next morning in an inn to which the others had dragged my body. Fortunately, I had been the only one close enough to feel the full effects of the curse.

I left the inn, and continued walking about the Clerk’s ward, talking to citizens I met. As I was moving through crowds about an outdoor café, I saw a woman who I recognized from a description given to me. The tall, slender woman occasionally looked up from her cup of wine to scan the surrounding patrons and passers-by. Her facial features were elegantly exotic and her eyes — a brilliant gold in color — caught the light, sparkling as she looked about. I caught her attention. She regarded me carefully for a moment before replying. She spoke slowly and carefully, avoiding direct eye contact with me.

“I, Aelwyn, return your greetings.” I had met her friend before.

“Aelwyn? Your friend, Nemelle, is looking for you.” She began to smile, but then covered her mouth with her hand and looked down at her drink.

“I, Aelwyn, am most pleased to hear of Nemelle. Might I, Aelwyn, persuade you to tell her of this place?”

I readily agreed. She looked at me directly and — for just the briefest of moments, before she cast her eyes back down to her drink — my senses were awash with a warm, comfortable feeling: pure happiness. “I, Aelwyn, thank you.”

“It’s my pleasure. May I ask you about her, though?” To her nod, I said, “The way she speaks, and what her words do… how?”

“I, Aelwyn, can only say that we come from another place, another world. We are not like the people here, whose words, thoughts — very feelings, even — affect nothing directly.

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