The Death of Greysen Voltire
The blackness of his dream woke him. It was so final, a life snuffed out in front of him. It was a man he had never known, but now felt as if he knew him his whole life. Greysen, that was the name of the man who died. That wasn’t all that Islay Kentigern had seen in his… what was it, a vision? No, this was something different, he had connected minds with this Greysen and his god Heironeus. This connection to another person lead to many questions for Islay, but it also confirmed one thing he knew all along. Gods are nothing but assholes.
The vision of Islay Kentigern
It began with a trip to the heavens, and the viewing of a conversation between Heironeous and one of his generals. He saw through the eyes of the general, but had no control of the vision.
“How goes the recruitment my lord?”
“Slow… and we aren’t getting the greatest candidates. Take this one for instance.” Heironeous waved his hand over the pool to show a young Half-elf, naked save for his shield and sword. The man was defending a line of adventurers behind him from a nasty sea beast. The likes of which Islay had never seen. He could see the mans eyes close and the words of a prayer come to his lips. “This Greysen Voltire, comes from a good family, bastard though he is. Yet he can’t even fight with his clothes on. He has already wasted his gifts that I have given him. Then he has the gaul to ask for my help, in an unwinable situation. He surrounds himself with lesser beings and expects me to help them.”
“But beggers can not be choosers my lord, we need every man we can get.”
“No, not every one. I’m tired of picking the weak and outcast. Time to cull the herd General. Watch this…”
Heironeous’ eyes roll back in his head and he speaks directly to the man, this Greysen, with the authority of a god.
“Strike this foe down, with one strike my son. I will guide your blade to its heart. You will score a mighty victory for Heironeous this day!”
With that Greysen raised his blade and stood proud. Screaming Heironeous’s name in all its glory…
The vision changed, he was now seeing through the eyes of Greysen. He could hear his thoughts, and feel the salty wind upon his naked body. Islay could feel Greysens pride in his god flow through him, all fear dissappating, for his god would guide him to glory. This was the WILL OF HEIRONEOUS!!
Islay could do nothing to stop this man from something so foolish, it seemed inevitable.
Greysen jumped on the railing with cat like grace, the grace of Heironeous flowing through his veins. Dancing down the rail, with a speed and dexterity unmatched by mortal men. Then the perfect jump, sword point right at the heart of beast… Then Islay saw the hand of Heironeous guide the blade, not to the beasts heart, but to the water beside it. Disbelief flooded Greysen as he hit the water… how had he missed? He felt the very presence of his god inside of him. He should not have failed, yet here he was treading water, in danger…
“Why Heironeous, I have done as you told me!!”
A maniacal laughter flooded his mind. “You have done nothing of the sort. You have failed me at every turn, and are a disgrace to the name Heironeous!! It is time to end your stay on this mortal plane. Never again shall I give my power to one as weak as you.”
As the last word was spoke, the flood of power that comes with a gods presence left Greysen. Leaving him vulnerable to the beast in front of him. As Islay watched and felt, a tentacle lashed out, ripping a gash accross Greysen’s chest. A cut so deep you could see his heart. Yet he still lived… clinging to hope.
Islay could hear the cries of Greysens friends, calling to him. A rope splashed near, searching for him. He tried to make Greysen grab hold, but he had no power here… He floated for what seemed like an eternity. Nothing around him save for the waves. Then a splash, and one of Greysens friends grabbed hold of him and started to drag him toward salvation.
“Not so fast, no man defies Heironeous!” Heironeous’s voice called down to Greysen, it was then that Islay saw the sharks. Coming inconcievably fast, with flashing white teeth. He saw two head towards Greysens friend, tearing large chunks off, just as the third shark sank his teeth into Greysen’s throat, ripping it open. Greysen’s life flashed in front of Islay. The pain and the suffering, and the triumph with his new group. A group that he looked forward to working with. Greysen had finally found a home, after all these years. Only to die at the whim of a god.
Then all went dark….