The old gith stared mournfully into his beer glass. It wasn't nearly empty, but still he didn't drink."I had nearly half of my growth when my eyes *knew* their first monk," he said to the air."What in Khalas did you just say?" demanded the purple-furred halfling sitting on the next stool over, sputtering out part of the contents of her sixth tankard. "'My eyes knew...?' By the all the horny screwing devas, say it in Planespeak, you sodding, pretentious ass! Gods, I hate giths."
Ke'n'to was Senzi's Reward to heroes (1), said the proven takers of blood.(2) Ke'n'to's was the will and teaching behind the blades of many rrakkma bands, and many (3) were the illithid skulls for whose liberation Ke'n'to shared credit. To be trained with Ke'n'to was to share great honor, everyone knew.The student shared this knowledge. She was young, only just ready to enter the circle (4) of the knowledge of steel, but she showed great promise, and Ke'n'to was currently unoccupied.(5)
“You always did have an appreciation for subtlety my beloved. I like to think that it brought a smile to your heart, if only a scream to your lips when centuries of the same led me to the ultimate lesson you taught me. The choice was mine dearest, but you cannot deny that it was a test of your own making you set me upon. And now, as always, you are my light in the darkness, piercing through even the deepest shadows to illuminate my work. One way or the other. And no, I never did answer your question did I?”
The Marut moved with slow, inexorable purpose. Too long had this one defied the laws of the multiverse. Too long had this one lingered on and not suffered the chalk white hand of death itself to close their eyes as all beings must eventually. Years had stretched to decades, decades to centuries, and long centuries to millennia and still had this one not fallen into dust, but lingered on by will and unholy sorcery. But laws were laws, laws were everything, and all must bow before them. The Marut walked on.
The characters involved here may be familiar to those reading my storyhour, and this story takes place seperate from that. Some of the same characters, but a wholly different timeline/continuity, especially with respect to events in Carceri.
This takes place as an aside to the continuity of my storyhour, largely as an examination of things hinted at but never fully detailed and explored. However you can assume that the events of the story happened within the context of that storyhour's plot. Enjoy.