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#1 Guest_Winter_Bloom_*

Posted 12 December 2003 - 07:08 AM

First half of chapter 82. I'm not too fond of the entire chapter, so critique away and please, point out anything jarring, that doesn't fit, etc. :) I'll get to commenting more tomorrow too, got some Christmas shopping to do later. :(

Hope you like it anyay and yes,for those who are wondering, a certain someone doesn't appear until the latter half of this chapter. :(

 

Everyone slowly filed back into the dining room inside the sphere, being sure to give Valygar some space. Now that his ancestor was destroyed and he was no longer in danger from the necromancer's schemes, it was uncertain if he would choose to stay. It was hard to determine what his decision would be; he was a solitary and strange person. Perhaps he would return to his cabin in the Umar Hills region although Andaire hoped he would chose to stay with them. It was hard to guess what the ranger was thinking and feeling, he wasn't giving anybody any clues. Minsc stayed near the man, saying that he had to watch over his fellow ranger in case the evil wizards wanted to take him away again. He had a point and Andaire made a mental note to keep an eye out for Cowled Wizards. Keldorn left a couple of minutes later, saying he'd be spending some time with his family. Andaire hoped it would do him good, he looked to be utterly exhausted.

"Andaire, a question if you will?" Yoshimo said, breaking the silence that had descended upon the group.

"What is it?" she replied as she removed her backpack to inspect the damage her familiar had done. The damage was so extensive that she knew not only would she have to replace it, but she would have to leave the pack behind in the sphere while she went to purchase another.

The bounty hunter coughed politely and said, "I must say, you are acquiring a substantial amount of property in Amn. You are still the ruler of the De'Arnise Keep, correct?"

Andaire nodded, wondering where all this was leading to. "Yes, I am in charge of those lands until such time that Nalia feels capable of running the keep herself. Why do you ask?"

Yoshimo grinned and said, "Because oh fearless leader, you now are owner of the most unusual building in the city and one which the Cowled Wizards would keep an eye on, no question. Tell me, how will you plan to take care of the keep and the sphere now that you are responsible for both? Was this intentional?"

The priestess opened and closed her mouth, momentarily forgetting about her wrecked property in front of her. She managed a weak smile at last and said, "Oops."

"She's gained control of two places, and all she can say is oops," Jaheira sighed. "Child, do you know how much responsibility you've accepted?" Andaire didn't bother answering that, though the ire she was feeling must have shown up on her face for the druid added, "If you keep making faces like that, you face will freeze."

Had Imoen been with them, Andaire knew her sister would have stuck her tongue out at Jaheira. Instead she shrugged her shoulders and asked, "Does anyone know what time it is?"

"The sun is almost overhead, or at least it was the last time I looked," Valygar replied before he went back to his brooding.

"Thank you," Andaire told him. "I'm going out to get some supplies though I don't want everyone going with me. Nalia, can you go through the rooms and see if there's anything of use that we missed? Anything you don't recognize can be put it all in the same room. Everyone else can stay here and rest up, memorize spells or whatever else comes to mind."

"Sure," the young woman said, sounding distracted as she had her cat out in front of her and was carefully inspecting her paws. The little tabby appeared to be enjoying the attention and Andaire's warning long ago that she should not spoil the cat had fallen on deaf ears. Then again she had to conclude there really was no way to avoid spoiling a feline.

"I'm coming with you," Jaheira announced, her voice indicating that refusing was not an option. "Perhaps we can talk on the way."

Andaire swallowed heavily and wished she were somewhere else.

 

The dreaded talk with Jaheira never materialized, despite Andaire's worry that it would occur. She did make sure to take along her coin purse and her weapons before they left the sphere; this was Athkatla after all and she wasn't going to walk around the city unarmed or without coin.

Andaire sighed and took a deep breath once she and Jaheira were well away from the slums. She felt weary although she wasn't physically tired. One of the few times she could remember feeling this way was the night of Gorion's death where she had spent the night huddled fearfully under a bush. Imoen had found her in the morning anyway and Andaire had been so glad to see her, she left her hiding spot without even making sure that it was safe to do so. It was her sister who had come to find her and that was all that had mattered at the time. She pictured Imoen's perpetual smile, and the sudden loneliness for her was as sharp as a knife.

"Is something bothering you?" Jaheira said.

Andaire debated briefly telling a lie, but decided against it. "No, I was just thinking about Imoen is all. I keep picturing her face and I feel so guilty about not finding her yet. Sometimes I feel like I'm wasting time and having fun while she suffers."

The druid looked in the half elf's troubled eyes and replied, not unkindly, "Andaire, sometimes all you can do is prepare. I know you miss her but remember, there's little you can do now. Wherever she is, you'll find her."

Andaire sighed and looked around her. They were strolling through a street with wide lanes and almost no traffic. Somebody was leaning out of their window and beating a rug without thought to the dirt and dust dropping on the passerby's below. That person lost their grip on the rug and had it fall from their hands onto the street below, where Andaire deliberately stepped on it with her travel worn boots. The resulting curses from the rug beater were most satisfying. They passed by a wandering merchant who was selling freshly baked buns and slices of a hard cheese. Andaire's stomach growled when she smelled the food and so she bought enough for herself and Jaheira to eat. Blackie of course got nothing but the bread since it was possible that he could lose his meal after having been sick, and the last thing his mistress needed was to have that kind of mess on her shoulder. It didn't prevent the crow from begging though, and as they sat underneath a tree Andaire continued to speak of her sister. "I hope Immy can forgive me for leaving her for so long and damn, I have the beginnings of a headache."

"That is a concern, I think you need some special medicine I shall make myself," the druid told her immediately. "It shouldn't taste too bitter."

Andaire made a face and said, "No, I'm not. I'm just tired is all."

"Harp," Blackie interjected.

"What's he talking about?" Andaire wondered.

"He's your familiar, why don’t you ask him?" Jaheira replied.

"Harp!" the crow insisted, flapping his wings in agitation.

The small half elf sighed heavily and said aloud, "What are you talking about Blackie?"

"That," Jaheira announced, indicating a small group of people that appeared to be coming directly for them, lead by a blonde woman with smartly fitting leather armor. The stranger and the ones who accompanied her all had the look of professionals, whoever they were it wouldn't be a good idea to tangle with them. The half elf groaned, hopefully they could be past this latest delay and be on their way.

A faint hope it was for the stranger saw them and made a beeline for their position. Then she realized what her crow had been trying to tell her and immediately searched her immediate surroundings for an escape route. It certainly didn't help that the woman in the lead had a wicked looking crossbow in her hands, fully loaded and aimed right for them. The others accompanying the stranger all had their swords drawn and seemed ready to use them. Andaire slowly stood up and Jaheira did the same, albeit with more grace than Andaire could manage at the moment.

"Hold," the strange woman called out in a thick accent that Andaire couldn't quite identify. "We've been searching for days to administer proper justice. Know then that you face Harper justice!"

Jaheira seemed puzzled, but she recovered in short order. "Reviane, it is I, Jaheira! Surely you remember me. If this is about the attack on Harper Hold, know that I would do no such thing had I been left with any other choice!"

Reviane snorted and kept her guard up. "Explain yourself."

Sighing heavily she replied, "It was Galvarey; he had me bring my companion there on the pretense of determining what kind of danger my uh, ward was in, but he had no intention of letting Andaire leave once she got there."

"The Harpers know only that there was an attack, and Galvarey is dead," Reviane explained. "The loss of such a promising Harper sent waves through the ranks and... "

"Bah!" Jaheira barked. "Galvarey was a fool bent on advancing his own station! His intent was to use Andaire here as a trophy, hoping to gain enough influence to become a Herald!"

While the Harpers were busy conversing with each other, Andaire ever so slowly let her had drift towards her sword. Magic was out of the question, she knew there was no way she'd have enough time to fire off a spell. Blackie stared hard at the crossbow being held in the Harper woman's hands and it took a supreme act of will to prevent the bird from doing anything. She heard the other woman scoffing at Jaheira's response and asking, snidely she thought, what made her so valuable. She risked a glance at Jaheira's face and found that she appeared nervous and uncertain. Suddenly she felt less certain herself after seeing how one of her oldest friends was reacting. A violent end to the meeting was a very real possibility and Jaheira was doing nothing to stop it, and it bothered her.

Andaire decided enough was enough, there was no way she'd force Jaheira to make a decision between supporting her Harper colleagues and herself. It disturbed the half elf to watch someone she cared about to face such a thing, it was almost like the time she had to… Her mind shut down the memory that crept up and Andaire was left concentrating on the situation at hand.

"Tell her who, no what I am," Andaire interjected, "If that will help you that is. I'll keep no secrets, if the keeping of secrets will harm you."

Jaheira nodded curtly although she did seem relieved. With her voice strong and betraying little of the nervousness she must have felt, the druid said, "Very well, I shall abide by your wishes. Reviane, Galvarey was interested in Andaire here because he wished to capitalize on the fear surrounding the prophesies of old."

The druid let out a breath she was holding back and announced, "Understand that Andaire is one of the Children."

Reviane looked Andaire up and down and replied incredulously, "This is a Bhaal child, and you trust her over one of your own?"

"Scary," Blackie said unhelpfully.

"Hello," Andaire added, smiling brightly. "Not what you were expecting, am I?"

#2 Guest_Theodur_*

Posted 12 December 2003 - 09:16 AM

First half of chapter 82. I'm not too fond of the entire chapter, so critique away and please, point out anything jarring, that doesn't fit, etc. :( I'll get to commenting more tomorrow too, got some Christmas shopping to do later. :)


Ok, I’ll give it a try… :)

Hope you like it anyay and yes,for those who are wondering, a certain someone doesn't appear until the latter half of this chapter. :(


:)

Andaire nodded, wondering where all this was leading to. "Yes, I am in charge of those lands until such time that Nalia feels capable of running the keep herself. Why do you ask?"


Yoshimo grinned and said, "Because oh fearless leader, you now are owner of the most unusual building in the city and one which the Cowled Wizards would keep an eye on, no question. Tell me, how will you plan to take care of the keep and the sphere now that you are responsible for both? Was this intentional?"


Hmm, I think Nalia could do a pretty fine job with managing her own keep and leave only the sphere for Andaire. But, I can’t remember if the Roenalls have been dealt with, I think not yet…

"She's gained control of two places, and all she can say is oops," Jaheira sighed. "Child, do you know how much responsibility you've accepted?" Andaire didn't bother answering that, though the ire she was feeling must have shown up on her face for the druid added, "If you keep making faces like that, you face will freeze that way."


Sigh. Jaheira, please let her learn from her own mistakes… I am more than sure that you were much more irresponsible than Andi at that age.

Oh, and it should be ‘your face will freeze’

"Sure," the young woman said, sounding distracted as she had her cat out in front of her and was carefully inspecting her paws. The little tabby appeared to be enjoying the attention and Andaire's warning long ago that she not spoil the cat had fallen on deaf ears. Then again she had to conclude there really was no way to avoid spoiling a feline.


I think there’s a word missing… ‘she should not spoil the cat’

"I'm coming with you," Jaheira announced, her voice indicating that refusing was not an option. "Perhaps we can talk on the way."


*groan* I’m sure that Andi knows more about bees and flowers than you think, Jae… your concern is kinda sweet, but sometimes unnecessary.

The dreaded talk never materialized with Jaheira, despite Andaire's worry that it would occur. She did make sure to take along her coin purse and her weapons before they left the sphere; this was Athkatla after all and she wasn't going to walk around the city unarmed or without coin.


Perhaps, ‘The dreaded talk with Jaheira never materialized’ ?

Andaire sighed and took a deep breath once she and Jaheira were well away from the slums. She felt weary although she wasn't physically tired. One of the few times she could remember feeling this way was the night of Gorion's death where she had spent the night huddled fearfully under a bush. Imoen had found her in the morning anyway and Andaire had been so glad to see her, she left her hiding spot without even making sure that it was safe to do so. It was her sister who had come to find her and that was all that had mattered at the time. She pictured Imoen's perpetual smile, and the sudden loneliness for her was as sharp as a knife.


Awwww… poor Andi and Immy… :D

Andaire sighed and looked around her. They were strolling through a street with wide lanes and almost no traffic. Somebody was leaning out of their window and beating a rug without thought to the dirt and dust dropping on the passerby's below. That person lost their grip on the rug and had it fall from their hands onto the street below, where Andaire deliberately stepped on it with her travel worn boots. The resulting curses from the rug beater were most satisfying. They passed by a wandering merchant who was selling freshly baked buns and slices of a hard cheese. Andaire's stomach growled when she smelled the food and so she bought enough for herself and Jaheira to eat. Blackie of course got nothing but the bread since it was possible that he could lose his meal after having been sick, and the last thing his mistress needed was to have that kind of mess on her shoulder. It didn't prevent the crow from begging though, and as they sat underneath a tree Andaire continued to speak of her sister. "I hope Immy can forgive me for leaving her for so long and damn, I have the beginnings of a headache."


Bravo for the added realism of the scene! Wonderful! WONDERFUL! :P

"That," Jaheira announced, indicating a small group of people that appeared to be coming directly for them, lead by a blonde woman with smartly fitting leather armor. The stranger and the ones who accompanied her all had the look of professionals, whoever they were it wouldn't be a good idea to tangle with them. The half elf groaned, hopefully they could be past this latest delay and be on their way.


Oops. I think I recognize them…

While the Harpers were busy conversing with each other, Andaire ever so slowly let her had drift towards her sword. Magic was out of the question, she knew there was no way she'd have enough time to fire off a spell. Blackie stared hard at the crossbow being held in the Harper woman's hands and it took a supreme act of will to prevent the bird from doing anything. She heard the other woman scoffing at Jaheira's response and asking, snidely she thought, what made her so valuable. She risked a glance at Jaheira's face and found that she appeared nervous and uncertain. Suddenly she felt less certain herself after seeing how one of her oldest friends was reacting. A violent end to the meeting was a very real possibility and Jaheira was doing nothing to stop it, and it bothered her.


Hmm, dunno – that would imply that Jaheira was not looking to resolve the conflict peacefully, which I don’t think could be the case. After all, they are severely outnumbered, and if not for her friendship with Reviane, I don’t think she would provoke Reviane into attacking them. If by that you mean that Jaheira was not telling the whole truth to Reviane without Andi’s consent, then maybe you can somehow rephrase it – because right now it sounds as if Jae would be trying to pick a fight.

Btw, I always feel bad when I’ve been forced to fight Reviane. I don’t think she’s a bad sort, it’s just that she most likely has been severely misinformed and let’s face it – the proof was pretty convincing so you cannot expect Reviane to believe Jaheira’s story too easily.

"Tell her who, no what I am," Andaire interjected, "If that will help you that is. I'll keep no secrets, if the keeping of secrets will harm you."


Yep, I always pick the same option. Btw, this is another proof of how badly informed Reviane is, she doesn’t even know that Andi is a Bhaalspawn, when it should be a common knowledge amongst the Harpers.

"Hello," Andaire added, smiling brightly. "Not what you were expecting, am I?"


No, she doesn’t really seem very vile and bloodthirsty…

Nice chapter, but I hope it won’t come to fighting in the next part. :D

#3 Laufey

Posted 12 December 2003 - 04:37 PM

First half of chapter 82. I'm not too fond of the entire chapter, so critique away and please, point out anything jarring, that doesn't fit, etc. :) I'll get to commenting more tomorrow too, got some Christmas shopping to do later. :P


*wince* I still have some left to do...


Yoshimo grinned and said, "Because oh fearless leader, you now are owner of the most unusual building in the city and one which the Cowled Wizards would keep an eye on, no question. Tell me, how will you plan to take care of the keep and the sphere now that you are responsible for both? Was this intentional?"


The priestess opened and closed her mouth, momentarily forgetting about her wrecked property in front of her. She managed a weak smile at last and said, "Oops."


Ooops indeed! :D


"Sure," the young woman said, sounding distracted as she had her cat out in front of her and was carefully inspecting her paws. The little tabby appeared to be enjoying the attention and Andaire's warning long ago that she not spoil the cat had fallen on deaf ears. Then again she had to conclude there really was no way to avoid spoiling a feline.


Softpaws: And no reason not to!

"I'm coming with you," Jaheira announced, her voice indicating that refusing was not an option. "Perhaps we can talk on the way."


Andaire swallowed heavily and wished she were somewhere else.


Rini: I feel for you, sis...


Andaire sighed and took a deep breath once she and Jaheira were well away from the slums. She felt weary although she wasn't physically tired. One of the few times she could remember feeling this way was the night of Gorion's death where she had spent the night huddled fearfully under a bush. Imoen had found her in the morning anyway and Andaire had been so glad to see her, she left her hiding spot without even making sure that it was safe to do so. It was her sister who had come to find her and that was all that had mattered at the time. She pictured Imoen's perpetual smile, and the sudden loneliness for her was as sharp as a knife.


Yes...poor Immy. :(


"That," Jaheira announced, indicating a small group of people that appeared to be coming directly for them, lead by a blonde woman with smartly fitting leather armor. The stranger and the ones who accompanied her all had the look of professionals, whoever they were it wouldn't be a good idea to tangle with them. The half elf groaned, hopefully they could be past this latest delay and be on their way.


A faint hope it was for the stranger saw them and made a beeline for their position. Then she realized what her crow had been trying to tell her and immediately searched her immediate surroundings for an escape route. It certainly didn't help that the woman in the lead had a wicked looking crossbow in her hands, fully loaded and aimed right for them. The others accompanying the stranger all had their swords drawn and seemed ready to use them. Andaire slowly stood up and Jaheira did the same, albeit with more grace than Andaire could manage at the moment.


Good that you have only Andaire with Jaheira here....it increases the danger quite a lot.


Andaire decided enough was enough, there was no way she'd force Jaheira to make a decision between supporting her Harper colleagues and herself. It disturbed the half elf to watch someone she cared about to face such a thing, it was almost like the time she had to… Her mind shut down the memory that crept up and Andaire was left concentrating on the situation at hand.


I didn't catch this reference, I'm afraid. What was it that Andaire was reminded of?


Reviane looked Andaire up and down and replied incredulously, "This is a Bhaal child, and you trust her over one of your own?"


"Scary," Blackie said unhelpfully.


"Hello," Andaire added, smiling brightly. "Not what you were expecting, am I?"


Rini: Nah...for some reason they always expect you to be a giant guy in spiky armor. :(
Rogues do it from behind.

#4 Guest_Winter_Bloom_*

Posted 12 December 2003 - 10:57 PM

First half of chapter 82. I'm not too fond of the entire chapter, so critique away and please, point out anything jarring, that doesn't fit, etc. :( I'll get to commenting more tomorrow too, got some Christmas shopping to do later. :)


Ok, I’ll give it a try… :)


Excellent. :wink:


Hope you like it anyay and yes,for those who are wondering, a certain someone doesn't appear until the latter half of this chapter. :D


:(


That will be the fun part, heh, heh... :)


Andaire nodded, wondering where all this was leading to. "Yes, I am in charge of those lands until such time that Nalia feels capable of running the keep herself. Why do you ask?"



Yoshimo grinned and said, "Because oh fearless leader, you now are owner of the most unusual building in the city and one which the Cowled Wizards would keep an eye on, no question. Tell me, how will you plan to take care of the keep and the sphere now that you are responsible for both? Was this intentional?"


Hmm, I think Nalia could do a pretty fine job with managing her own keep and leave only the sphere for Andaire. But, I can’t remember if the Roenalls have been dealt with, I think not yet…


Nope they haven't, and that will definately give someone cause to think. Methinks Nalia's plan to have someone in charge of the keep to intimidate the Roenalls will not go as planned...


"She's gained control of two places, and all she can say is oops," Jaheira sighed. "Child, do you know how much responsibility you've accepted?" Andaire didn't bother answering that, though the ire she was feeling must have shown up on her face for the druid added, "If you keep making faces like that, you face will freeze that way."


Sigh. Jaheira, please let her learn from her own mistakes… I am more than sure that you were much more irresponsible than Andi at that age.


This Jae doesn't want to, at least not yet. :)

Oh, and it should be ‘your face will freeze’


Thanks. I love that edit button.


"Sure," the young woman said, sounding distracted as she had her cat out in front of her and was carefully inspecting her paws. The little tabby appeared to be enjoying the attention and Andaire's warning long ago that she not spoil the cat had fallen on deaf ears. Then again she had to conclude there really was no way to avoid spoiling a feline.


I think there’s a word missing… ‘she should not spoil the cat’


Hmm... blast, this is why I need people to edit my stuff. :?:


"I'm coming with you," Jaheira announced, her voice indicating that refusing was not an option. "Perhaps we can talk on the way."


*groan* I’m sure that Andi knows more about bees and flowers than you think, Jae… your concern is kinda sweet, but sometimes unnecessary.


Hee, hee, Andi's knowledge is kind of like the stuff you learn from your friends and from stories. Jae's much more practical and besides, I'm just dying to make Andi squirm. And yeah, she's going to do something stupid if Jae doesn't let up. :?


The dreaded talk never materialized with Jaheira, despite Andaire's worry that it would occur. She did make sure to take along her coin purse and her weapons before they left the sphere; this was Athkatla after all and she wasn't going to walk around the city unarmed or without coin.


Perhaps, ‘The dreaded talk with Jaheira never materialized’ ?


Sounds better.


Andaire sighed and took a deep breath once she and Jaheira were well away from the slums. She felt weary although she wasn't physically tired. One of the few times she could remember feeling this way was the night of Gorion's death where she had spent the night huddled fearfully under a bush. Imoen had found her in the morning anyway and Andaire had been so glad to see her, she left her hiding spot without even making sure that it was safe to do so. It was her sister who had come to find her and that was all that had mattered at the time. She pictured Imoen's perpetual smile, and the sudden loneliness for her was as sharp as a knife.


Awwww… poor Andi and Immy… :)


Yeah, those two are close. That's kind of why she's not as playful as she was before Jon's house of fun, here sister is gone.


Andaire sighed and looked around her. They were strolling through a street with wide lanes and almost no traffic. Somebody was leaning out of their window and beating a rug without thought to the dirt and dust dropping on the passerby's below. That person lost their grip on the rug and had it fall from their hands onto the street below, where Andaire deliberately stepped on it with her travel worn boots. The resulting curses from the rug beater were most satisfying. They passed by a wandering merchant who was selling freshly baked buns and slices of a hard cheese. Andaire's stomach growled when she smelled the food and so she bought enough for herself and Jaheira to eat. Blackie of course got nothing but the bread since it was possible that he could lose his meal after having been sick, and the last thing his mistress needed was to have that kind of mess on her shoulder. It didn't prevent the crow from begging though, and as they sat underneath a tree Andaire continued to speak of her sister. "I hope Immy can forgive me for leaving her for so long and damn, I have the beginnings of a headache."


Bravo for the added realism of the scene! Wonderful! WONDERFUL! :)


Thanks. :) I like adding in touches of the ordinary and the character herslef kinda insisted on walking on the carpet. :?


"That," Jaheira announced, indicating a small group of people that appeared to be coming directly for them, lead by a blonde woman with smartly fitting leather armor. The stranger and the ones who accompanied her all had the look of professionals, whoever they were it wouldn't be a good idea to tangle with them. The half elf groaned, hopefully they could be past this latest delay and be on their way.


Oops. I think I recognize them…


They're not here to sell cheese, that's for certain.


While the Harpers were busy conversing with each other, Andaire ever so slowly let her had drift towards her sword. Magic was out of the question, she knew there was no way she'd have enough time to fire off a spell. Blackie stared hard at the crossbow being held in the Harper woman's hands and it took a supreme act of will to prevent the bird from doing anything. She heard the other woman scoffing at Jaheira's response and asking, snidely she thought, what made her so valuable. She risked a glance at Jaheira's face and found that she appeared nervous and uncertain. Suddenly she felt less certain herself after seeing how one of her oldest friends was reacting. A violent end to the meeting was a very real possibility and Jaheira was doing nothing to stop it, and it bothered her.


Hmm, dunno – that would imply that Jaheira was not looking to resolve the conflict peacefully, which I don’t think could be the case. After all, they are severely outnumbered, and if not for her friendship with Reviane, I don’t think she would provoke Reviane into attacking them. If by that you mean that Jaheira was not telling the whole truth to Reviane without Andi’s consent, then maybe you can somehow rephrase it – because right now it sounds as if Jae would be trying to pick a fight.


Er crap, and yeah, this part gave me the most trouble of all. Besides, I'm opperating from Andi's point of view and she's being paranoid. She oly thinks it looks like a fight is going to happen. It will make a wee bit more sense with the next half.

Btw, I always feel bad when I’ve been forced to fight Reviane. I don’t think she’s a bad sort, it’s just that she most likely has been severely misinformed and let’s face it – the proof was pretty convincing so you cannot expect Reviane to believe Jaheira’s story too easily.


Oh yes, though I suspect Jae is a respected member of the Harpers and thus her words would carry more weight among the traditionalists.


"Tell her who, no what I am," Andaire interjected, "If that will help you that is. I'll keep no secrets, if the keeping of secrets will harm you."


Yep, I always pick the same option. Btw, this is another proof of how badly informed Reviane is, she doesn’t even know that Andi is a Bhaalspawn, when it should be a common knowledge amongst the Harpers.


*nods* That and I'm operating on the assumption that not everybody knows.


"Hello," Andaire added, smiling brightly. "Not what you were expecting, am I?"


No, she doesn’t really seem very vile and bloodthirsty…


She got that out of her system already. :D Poor little half elf is being paranoid and she really should listen to her familiar more.

Nice chapter, but I hope it won’t come to fighting in the next part. :D


Would I do that to my characters? :)

#5 Guest_Winter_Bloom_*

Posted 12 December 2003 - 11:07 PM

First half of chapter 82. I'm not too fond of the entire chapter, so critique away and please, point out anything jarring, that doesn't fit, etc. :) I'll get to commenting more tomorrow too, got some Christmas shopping to do later. :?:


*wince* I still have some left to do...


Hope you don't do it on a weekend, the stores are a killer now.


Yoshimo grinned and said, "Because oh fearless leader, you now are owner of the most unusual building in the city and one which the Cowled Wizards would keep an eye on, no question. Tell me, how will you plan to take care of the keep and the sphere now that you are responsible for both? Was this intentional?"



The priestess opened and closed her mouth, momentarily forgetting about her wrecked property in front of her. She managed a weak smile at last and said, "Oops."


Ooops indeed! :wink:


Heh, heh, I always got both strongholds because even after all the patches, I could still do the exploit of getting both if your PC is a fighter/mage.

And no, she won't be getting any more strongholds.


"Sure," the young woman said, sounding distracted as she had her cat out in front of her and was carefully inspecting her paws. The little tabby appeared to be enjoying the attention and Andaire's warning long ago that she not spoil the cat had fallen on deaf ears. Then again she had to conclude there really was no way to avoid spoiling a feline.


Softpaws: And no reason not to!


Tsk, kitty is biased. :D *distracts cat with a fish*


"I'm coming with you," Jaheira announced, her voice indicating that refusing was not an option. "Perhaps we can talk on the way."



Andaire swallowed heavily and wished she were somewhere else.


Rini: I feel for you, sis...


Andaire: Thanks. Think running as far away as possible will work?


Andaire sighed and took a deep breath once she and Jaheira were well away from the slums. She felt weary although she wasn't physically tired. One of the few times she could remember feeling this way was the night of Gorion's death where she had spent the night huddled fearfully under a bush. Imoen had found her in the morning anyway and Andaire had been so glad to see her, she left her hiding spot without even making sure that it was safe to do so. It was her sister who had come to find her and that was all that had mattered at the time. She pictured Imoen's perpetual smile, and the sudden loneliness for her was as sharp as a knife.


Yes...poor Immy. :(


Her screams when she's being taken away by the Cowlies are heartbreaking.


"That," Jaheira announced, indicating a small group of people that appeared to be coming directly for them, lead by a blonde woman with smartly fitting leather armor. The stranger and the ones who accompanied her all had the look of professionals, whoever they were it wouldn't be a good idea to tangle with them. The half elf groaned, hopefully they could be past this latest delay and be on their way.



A faint hope it was for the stranger saw them and made a beeline for their position. Then she realized what her crow had been trying to tell her and immediately searched her immediate surroundings for an escape route. It certainly didn't help that the woman in the lead had a wicked looking crossbow in her hands, fully loaded and aimed right for them. The others accompanying the stranger all had their swords drawn and seemed ready to use them. Andaire slowly stood up and Jaheira did the same, albeit with more grace than Andaire could manage at the moment.


Good that you have only Andaire with Jaheira here....it increases the danger quite a lot.


Had to, these two need some alone time.


Andaire decided enough was enough, there was no way she'd force Jaheira to make a decision between supporting her Harper colleagues and herself. It disturbed the half elf to watch someone she cared about to face such a thing, it was almost like the time she had to… Her mind shut down the memory that crept up and Andaire was left concentrating on the situation at hand.


I didn't catch this reference, I'm afraid. What was it that Andaire was reminded of?


A decision she had to make, a big one that would make her wince of she recalled it. If you ever seen the movie Sofie's Choice, you might know the kind of thing she had to do (but it involed adults, that's the only other hint I'm giving). I didn't want to give away too much and it would not be appropiate for her to have remembered it. I was trying to just hint it without explaining what it was she didn't want to remmeber by having her remmeber it and 'forgetting' it. It will be revealed in time and perhaps will explain some of her behavior... I hope.

And yes, it was in Jon's house of fun. :(


Reviane looked Andaire up and down and replied incredulously, "This is a Bhaal child, and you trust her over one of your own?"



"Scary," Blackie said unhelpfully.



"Hello," Andaire added, smiling brightly. "Not what you were expecting, am I?"


Rini: Nah...for some reason they always expect you to be a giant guy in spiky armor. :)


Andaire: *looks* Phew, no spikes and you forgot about the booming voice. :)

#6 Weyoun

Posted 15 December 2003 - 11:52 PM

The bounty hunter coughed politely and said, "I must say, you are acquiring a substantial amount of property in Amn. You are still the ruler of the De'Arnise Keep, correct?"


LOL! Andaire : Priestess, Warrior, Adventuress, Real-estate mogul. :wink:

Yoshimo grinned and said, "Because oh fearless leader, you now are owner of the most unusual building in the city and one which the Cowled Wizards would keep an eye on, no question. Tell me, how will you plan to take care of the keep and the sphere now that you are responsible for both? Was this intentional?"


Relegate. :wink:

"The sun is almost overhead, or at least it was the last time I looked," Valygar replied before he went back to his brooding.


Well, that's helpful. :D :D

"That is a concern, I think you need some special medicine I shall make myself," the druid told her immediately. "It shouldn't taste too bitter."


Hey, things that are good for you have to taste bad and vice versa. Those are the rules! :D

"Harp!" the crow insisted, flapping his wings in agitation.


That harp wouldn't be shiny, would it? :P

"Tell her who, no what I am," Andaire interjected, "If that will help you that is. I'll keep no secrets, if the keeping of secrets will harm you."


I fear she might regret that a little later on. :(

"Hello," Andaire added, smiling brightly. "Not what you were expecting, am I?"


LOL!

Great story,
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#7 Guest_Winter_Bloom_*

Posted 21 December 2003 - 02:13 AM


The bounty hunter coughed politely and said, "I must say, you are acquiring a substantial amount of property in Amn. You are still the ruler of the De'Arnise Keep, correct?"


LOL! Andaire : Priestess, Warrior, Adventuress, Real-estate mogul. :shock:


Heh, heh, I'm going to make her work for her toys too. :D


Yoshimo grinned and said, "Because oh fearless leader, you now are owner of the most unusual building in the city and one which the Cowled Wizards would keep an eye on, no question. Tell me, how will you plan to take care of the keep and the sphere now that you are responsible for both? Was this intentional?"


Relegate. :)


:)


"The sun is almost overhead, or at least it was the last time I looked," Valygar replied before he went back to his brooding.


Well, that's helpful. :lol: :(


He's too practical and blunt to be descriptive.


"That is a concern, I think you need some special medicine I shall make myself," the druid told her immediately. "It shouldn't taste too bitter."


Hey, things that are good for you have to taste bad and vice versa. Those are the rules! :(


Mmm, now if only Tofu tasted like European chocolate, I'd be eating it all the time. :(


"Harp!" the crow insisted, flapping his wings in agitation.


That harp wouldn't be shiny, would it? :P


:D


"Tell her who, no what I am," Andaire interjected, "If that will help you that is. I'll keep no secrets, if the keeping of secrets will harm you."


I fear she might regret that a little later on. :P


You might be right at that...


"Hello," Andaire added, smiling brightly. "Not what you were expecting, am I?"


LOL!


She can be a bit of a brat. :P

Great story,
---Weyoun






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