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ALEENA TWO-EYE


Hello all!

I really wanted to share my created character for a new playthrough. I know TL:DR is a huge thing for people these days but I decided to take a chance and write out a whole story I have. I thought telling the story through Alfira's eyes would be more interesting. More of a bardic feel versus a journal or whatnot. If you all like this, I will keep it going as I play my way through Honor Mode!

Ballad of the Two-Eyed Flame: Verse II - The Waking Nightmare

As told by Alfira of the Grove, keeper of unsung songs

They say some fates are woven with silk,
Some with string,
And others…
With barbed wire soaked in prophecy.

When the Illithids came, they did not come like a storm.
They came like a secret already whispered into the bones of the world.
Aleena did not scream when they took her.
She didn’t run.
She saw them first in a vision—and mistook them for gods.

For one heartbeat, her right eye showed her a future of peace.
A silver dream, silent and warm.
No voices.
No doubts.
Just... stillness.

But her left eye?
It saw the truth.
The rot behind the crown.
The hunger behind the promise.

And by the time she realized which eye had spoken true, it was too late.
She woke bound by thought. Flesh shackled in a ship made of memory and nightmare.

The first to greet her was a Githyanki warrior. Lae’zel, rigid as the steel in her voice, barked orders like prayers to her blade. Aleena didn’t flinch. They were two weapons sharing a sheath, for a time.

Then came the newborn thing. All teeth, all mind, all unspoken names.
It looked at her and whispered "sibling."
She should’ve split it in half.
But she didn’t.

Instead, she reached out—and let it in.
The tentacles brushed against her skull like vines through old bones.
And for one second, both eyes agreed:
This creature was not evil.
It was potential.

Shadowheart followed. Mysterious. Guarded. Her hands wrapped tightly around a relic she would not name.
Aleena didn’t ask.
She already knew: the girl feared herself.

Together they carved a path through hell.
Through fire. Through brain and claw.
They met demons, devils, and dying minds begging for the pain to end.
Aleena heard the Urge during the fight at the helm—
A tiefling screamed, begging for help.
The Urge whispered:

"Let the beast kill him. Choose strength. Leave mercy behind."

But she disobeyed.
She carved a scar later.
She always does.

And then… the fall.
Dragons tore the sky. The nautiloid burned in the stars.
Aleena was cast into the sea like ash from a dying pyre.

She awoke gasping salt and blood on the shore.

And the world had not yet broken her.

They say the cursed do not die.
They simply walk further than they should.
And if they carry their sins well,
Bards remember their names.

I remember hers.

Aleena Two-Eye.
Cursed with vision.
Blessed with rage.
A song not yet finished.