[B][U]Conversations you can never have[/U][/B]
There are some conversations even the greatest of friends dare not have, lest they no longer be friends. It has been almost two years since Kasmir last spoke to Mathilde Weber, but news of her still reaches him. He was extremely pleased to hear of her promotion to Lady Magister when the news reached him last year, but awed whispers of her dragging Karak Vlag back from the warp itself are both inspiring and disturbing.
It has been almost ten years since Count Abelhelm van Hal fell in his assault on Drakenhof. Ten years, and Kasmir can still vividly remember the prayers passing his lips, begging Sigmar's aid that his holy radiance might heal the stricken count. Can remember the terrible horror and guilt as Sigmar's light fails to shine. A pistol pointed at his face in grief and rage. Try again. And again. And again. Of Mathilde, hunched and broken beside Abelhelm's corpse.
Kasmir had wandered the wilds of Sylvania for three years after Ableheim's death. Cut off from all news of the lands beyond Sylvania's blighted borders, he searched for understanding. A crisis of faith, and yet even when he doubted, Sigmar's power had still answered when more often than not when he prayed. Eventually, he came to an understanding. There was an old belief, originally of Norsca, then Ulric, then Sigmar. It said that if a man was struck by lightning, then his God had urgent need of him. Ableheim had been called, because for all his good work in the world, Sigmar had greater need of him in the realms beyond.
Three years, before he'd seen the face of one of his friends again. A little older, Magister rather than journeywoman, and from her face when you spoke of the resolution to your crisis of faith, with any faith in Sigmar far more damaged than yours. Perhaps it was unsurprising. Between the notorious zealousness of too many witch hunters, Dieter IV's banning of the colleges at the behest of the then Grand Theogogion Wizards had notoriously poor relations with the Church of Sigmar. To his shame Kasmir's own actions and prejudices in earlier years had not helped heal this rift.
When Sigmar's light failed to help one of his most worthy servants, even Kasmir had doubted for a time.
But as the years passed and he began hearing news of the outside again, another suspicion began to build in him. As he heard before she had found him, she was seen approaching the Elector countess with a bodyguard of Dawi hammerers, being granted a gromril sword bearing the finest power of Dawi Runecraft for her part in beginning the reclamation of Karak Eight Peaks.
In 2283 he first heard a dawi merchant (a rare sight still) call her [I]Azrildrekked. [/I]For she had completed the reconquest of Karak Eight Peaks.
And now Karak Vlag, lost some two hundred years ago was returned by her hand.
[I]Aid Dwarf folk. [/I]Second of Sigmar's strictures.
He still believed Ableheim was a most worthy servant of Sigmar. That he still served Sigmar in the great beyond. Yet, he wondered. Could this have been the future Sigmar saw a decade ago? Might Abelhelm have been called to help create [I]this future? [/I]He wonders, if Abelhelm had been able to see this future, what would he have said. If he could have seen the possibilities, what would he have said?
Kasmir will never speak this idea to Mathilde. Never voice the words that would destroy their friendship and might destroy the woman she had become. But he wondered nonetheless.
Either way, Kasmir was certain that whatever the truth, Abelhelm would be smiling at them from the afterlife.
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AN: A character piece, because for a chosen of Sigmar, doesn't the question of "what if Abelhelm lived?" bring about more questions? Hopefully I didn't get Kasmir too far wrong.