So this is very unlike me.
But I had this idea for a letter that Visera would write to Gale before going to face Orin. I was going to use it in a new video(with voice acting by yours truly), but I can’t seem to cut it down to a length I’d be willing to draw panels for. Maybe I’ll do a short one in the future with a snippet of it, but until then, I’m posting it here!
A letter, to Gale from Visera
If you’re reading this, I’m gone.
Normally when a villain falls, there aren’t many who’d mourn the loss of such evil.
Isobel didn’t mourn her father, and only Gortash’s biggest investors will shed a tear for him. As for me— the last chosen of Bhaal— I leave the world with the painful gift of having loved, and been loved, by you.
Gale.
Tomorrow I’ll enter the temple of my father and duel Orin. I’m not afraid. Orin the Red will die by my hand, that’s not a question.
What is, however, is how I’ll die.
My blood burns with the call of the Urge. It has since the moment I woke on that nautiloid, since I slaughtered poor Alfira, and since the night I nearly took you from this world. As we near the center of my past, I feel it with every beat of my wretched heart.
When I slay my sister, I will have a choice.
Part of me believes— hopes— that I will refuse Bhaal when he claims me again. In doing so, I will be ridding the world of the last of the Dead Three’s chosen, arguably the worst of the bunch. Bhaal gave me life, and he will take it away.
That is certain.
But there is doubt. If I do not resist him then I am alive, but I am lost. The Visera you knew, who you grew to love? She will be killed just as well as if I had refused him. The Dark Urge does not love. She has only one goal, and that is a fate this world does not deserve. I know that now.
My only hope is that the High Harper does not hesitate to put down one last Bhaalspawn.
With my death, the last stone is yours. I know I can never atone for the pain I’ve caused you and so many others. I am the reason each one of us ended up with worms in our heads, and I am the bloody fool who put the crown of Karsus on that elder brain.
I should regret it more than I do, but in truth I know that if I hadn’t been that evil deviant, I never would have had the privilege of meeting you. Gale Dekarios, the wizard who taught the harbinger of death herself what it means to love. You always said you didn’t deserve me, but I know it to be the opposite.
What you deserve is happiness. Beyond the tadpoles, the Absolute— beyond Mystra. You believe becoming a god will make you her equal, but you were always more than she ever could be. Your compassion, your curiosity, your heart? The gods have nothing on you, Gale Dekarios.
Take it from the child of one.
You’re sleeping now, and soon I’ll join you. If I had the choice, I’d spend a thousand lifetimes in your arms with silent thoughts and quieted orbs. In another life, maybe we could have been entirely unremarkable. Free from the attentions of gods, of chosen titles, and the malignant powers within us that threaten our lives and so many others. Perhaps in that world, we shared a happy future together.
In this one, I’ll be content with tonight.
Yours,
Visera
