It must have been my preoccupation with Lilith or my excitement at being able to free so many of father’s prisoners after Lilith left. I’ll happily blame what happened next on either of those things. Because what I did today was stupid, even for me. I’d just finished telling the party that I would lead them through the rest of my father’s tower when we walked into a hallway, the crowd of twenty or so prisoners following behind me. My steps echoed on the stone wall with a confidence that was altogether unlike me, even though we hadn’t managed to find Lady Tul among the other prisoners.
One of the things we love about our campaign is that it gives us our own language to talk in. We'll be sitting at dinner, talking about our day and switch into campaign talk without even noticing. I love that we have our own language, an entire world that we populate and know about.
Since we've been playing for almost two years now, we have accumulated a lot of different stories. We like telling them over and over again, remembering new details, saying what our characters thought about in that moment or how our new characters would react.
There’s something you need to understand about my childhood, something that most people never will...Hell is a lonely place and sometimes, the only way to cope is to make friends. That is why I risked befriending Eris even though every bone in my body told me not to. When Lilith found out about my friendship with Eris, she told father.
And father gave Eris to Lilith.
He called me into his throne room and made Eris look into my face...told him that what followed next was my fault. I was never allowed to see Eris again from that point on.