The following is Veridan's experience during the retaking of Regalia, it's also the very first story I've written on Veridan's psyche. While what happens in Veri's head wouldn't be known, I hope this provides as an interesting story. The events leading up to that are quite able to be known, however.
The sounds of battle and chaos rang out all around Veridan, the sight of ruined and bloodied streets seemed all too familiar. Despite the gruesome scene, he pressed on, confident that they would win the day as he rushed through the district. It was this confidence that had always seen him through battles, just as it would this one. However, confidence was never enough in these situations, it was so much more, and this required everything. Including the raging Darak that ran past, tearing apart any poor sod that got in his anger-fueled way. The Drow made it into the thick of a fight, rushing in to aid those already fighting.
Rubble and bodies were strewn about everywhere, the sound of steel against steel was strong, and the battle was young yet. "I'm too old for this." he muttered to himself, he had been through many-a battle, but there was no time to pause. An explosion sounded from his left, and he turned to see Kaja Santorski laying injured upon the ground. The all-too-familiar sound of cannon-fire sounded as he called out, but everything seemed slow, muted, and a loud ring filled his ears.. Darkness enveloped his vision, he didn't even feel himself hit the ground.
The ringing halted, replaced by a soothing calm, like the quiet morning of a day beginning anew. A bright and almost blinding light replaced the darkness, before settling out to reveal a feminine shape. The old Drow finally felt peace, gazing forwards as the woman spoke in a melodic tone. "You've come so far, and have fought so hard, but the time has come to join the tradition.". The familiar scent of incense greeted him as he listened to the woman, was this how it would finally end? He recognized the void as she continued, but who was it? "You may finally be at peace, your journey is over, you need not fight anymore, my child.".
The realization was shocking, yet welcome at the same time to Veridan, this was really it. Confusion developed within him "Why now? I cannot give up on my family, on what I care about so easily, can I?". The voice kept her soothing tone "It's time to let go, you may finally join me and the others, your battle has been won.". It felt like an eternity to take that in, finally nodding as he accepted her words "Very well.. I'm ready. I am ready to joi-" YOINK! Not yet, stupid! The figure began fading away, the light fading back into darkness.
The ringing returned, the pain returned, sounds of shouting here and there, muffled voices right next to him. He glanced about, the blurry image of blood, but something felt wrong.. Something felt missing.. He faded back out, it was not yet time after all.
Tagging those who may be interested: @Eccetra @Caelamus @MolagBallin @BillyTheScroofy @Miss_Confined @Gabriel @NariTheKamikaze @Streako @ElderShrub @Satisarah
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