Jeric's Journal 03 - Staying Alive
As I lay there dying on that stone slab, my insides on fire with whatever poisons coated the assassin’s dagger, I looked into the faces of the hovering Shadowtheists’ and decided that my life was unfair.
Surrounded not by Lightbearers, but Shadow. People hovering and shuffling all around me, but still all alone. I was at the physical end of my journey and my friend, Santos, the Cleric of the Light, and through him the loving, watchful spirit of my father, were nowhere to be found. At death’s door with none of my family at my side. But I looked around and saw the concerned faces of Sigfried and Alexander, and at that point I decided there’s more to both of them than they’ve ever let on. He’ll never show it but the Ranger is starting to care about us as individuals. And maybe we’re starting to be more than a means to an end with the wizard.
But even harder than the loneliness was the realization of a life unfulfilled.
My family still left in the tortuous clutches of Talarra. I will never get to save and reunite with them and exact my vengeance upon the man who made it his personal mission to destroy my family. And not only does my imminent demise condemn my mother and sister to certain death, but as the last remaining male Worgrave it also means the very end of the Worgrave clan. As the only known human family left with the innate endowment to become a Duskblade, my death is the end of any humans who can practice this art. No more Jeric Worgrave. No more Duskblades. No more Worgraves.
Of course, thanks to the Shadowtheists’ intense healing rituals I lived through my ordeal, else I wouldn’t be writing this now.
We all have our own quests that are personal and very important to us and which are now (mostly) out in the open thanks to the Council. We’re all together, ready to leave Valencia behind and help each other accomplish these goals. I’m feeling… refreshed.
I don’t feel my life is unfair anymore, it’s just not an easy one.
And I still have so much left to do.