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#1 Anaviel

Posted 28 January 2003 - 01:55 AM

I'm an extremely good mood right now because I just got an acceptance letter from the college I want to attend next year ;). But anywoo, here's the next part of TLR. I'm not exactly sure what to think of this part...Hope you enjoy it though..all comments and criticisms are welcome. :).

Oh and since it's been awhile since I've posted the last part here's the story so far: Katora left Candlekeep with Gorion only to be ambushed by Sarevok... Gorion was killed, but Katora made it out alive. She joined up Imoen, Xzar, and Montaron and the three of them made there way to the Friendly Arm Inn where they met Khalid and Jahiera. That night Montaron got a brilliant idea..to kill Katora and claim the bounty after the Nashkel mines were taken care of. The party made their way to Beregost where the Monty caused some slight mischief. And meanwhile, Sarevok asked Yoshimo, who is secretly working for Irenicus, to deliver the bounty notices. Now we join the party on their way to Nashkel.

 

The fire crackled as its flame’s danced and sparks hung in the air like fireflies. She pulled the cloak tighter in wrapped her arms around her knees. The sun had long since faded and the heat of the day had given way to the cold of night. Nice of the hobgoblins to leave a campfire waiting for them, though having to remove their bodies made her stomach ill. She watched ashes flew into Montaron’s face as he poked at the fire with a stick. He grunted and sat back down.

Tomorrow they would reach Nashkel. Tomorrow they would meet with Berrun Ghastkill and begin investigating the iron shortage. Tomorrow could wait. She traced patterns in the dirt then wiped them away as soon as they were finished. She watched ashes flew into Montaron’s face as he poked at the fire with a stick. He grunted and sat back down. Khalid and Jaheira were off somewhere and Imoen had already fallen asleep. She envied Imoen’s knack for falling asleep anywhere. She remembered how Imoen would sometimes nod off during their lessons back in Candlekeep and chuckled a little. The monks used to get so mad and she’d have to listen to a long lecture about not falling asleep in class, which was thankfully more interesting than the lesson itself. She stood up. “I’m going on for a walk.”

Montaron smirked. “Good riddance to ye. Don’t go getting yourself killed.” The way the fire illuminated his face made him look menacing, like a phantom out of a horror story. She doubted that he actually cared if she got herself killed or not. He didn’t seem to care about much besides his own personal gain.

“Yes Monty, that would be such a tragic,” said Xzar as he looked up from his spell book. What was he scribbling in there now? More necromancy? Disturbing how he was so obsessed with death. He even carried a rotted old skull and used a finger bone as a bookmarker. An obsession with death would be appropriate for one who specialized in the necromantic arts. Her interests were more well rounded; she preferred to leave her options open to all schools of magic, focusing on one seem to beyond her ability.

She turned and left. The wind blew through her hair as she strolled down the long winding path. It was a clear night and a blank of stars hung in the sky. The full moon smiled down at her as she made her way up a hill. She took a deep breath, taking in the crisp clean air. As she reached the top of the hill, she saw Khalid and Jaheira standing there, talking. They did not notice her, so she stood behind them, listening to their conversation.

“I wonder why she trusts them so. They seem no better than the monsters we fight.” said Jaheira. There was no question as to who they were, but surely Xzar and Montaron could not be that bad. They had helped her out in the beginning after all.

“Now Jaheira, I’m sure she has r-reasons,” said Khalid.

“Yes but what good will they be when she gets a sword through her stomach. Think Khalid, what would Gorion say if he knew his daughters were traveling with…with….” Jaheira took a few steps forward and sighed. Gorion would frown on her traveling with Xzar and Montaron, but they had helped her. “I swear, sometimes her blind trust is more than I can take.”

“All we can do is try to p-protect her. L-Look after her like G-Gorion asked.”

“Her mother was too trusting and look where it got her, Khalid. Sometimes she reminds me so much of Alianna.” Gorion never talked about her mother. Only with careful prodding would he say anything, and even then it was never much. So Jaheira and Khalid had known her as well. “Gorion loved her, and she betrayed him,” Jahiera continued. Katora’s eyes widened, her father had never mentioned any betrayal.

“Now Jaheira, th-that wasn’t her fault. It was th-those..those nightmares.” Nightmares?

“I know, Khalid dearest,” said Jaheira. “Perhaps this is not the time to speak of such things.” Would there ever be a time?

Katora stepped forward. “You knew her?” Khalid and Jaheira spun around.

“What are you doing here child?” The glare Jaheira gave her could have frozen the abyss. Khalid stared at her with his mouth hanging open. “How long have you been standing there?”

“You knew her?”
Jaheira’s face took on a look of confusion, though it was obviously fake. “Knew who, child?” Khalid stayed silent. It was clear they were avoiding the subject, as Gorion had.

“You knew my mother. Who was she?”

“This is not the time for this conversation. And yes child, I knew your mother. Perhaps another time I will tell you about her, but this is not the time.” Gorion had said something similar before he died. He said he would explain everything.

“Why not now?”

“I told you child, this is not the time.”

They made the short, yet uneasy, walk back to where they had made camp. The whole way back, Jaheira didn’t so much as glance at her. She sat down in front of the campfire and watched it cackle and burn. At times it seemed to be laughing at her. Jaheira and Khalid were whispering, but this time she did not care to listen to their conversation. Occasionally they would glance at her, it made her wonder if she was the subject of the conversation. In Candlekeep, she had always been the monks’ favorite topic of conversation, and Imoen too even if she had never noticed. Of all times she had eavesdropped nothing they said about her was ever positive.

She took her spell book and scribed the few spells she had found a long the way. Gorion would have been proud to see her keeping up with her magical arts; he always liked the idea of her being a mage. Or at least he liked it better than her learning to wield a sword or shoot an arrow. It still seemed like a miracle that she had actually been able to convince him to let Jondalar train her. He seemed scared at the thought of her wielding a weapon.

Dawn came and the sun gazed down on her. She had fallen asleep on top of her spell book. The campfire was still burning, though it had died down during the night. Jaheira glared at her. “It’s about time you woke up, child,” she said. “We’ve much to do today.”

She sat up and stretched. Her body felt as though it had been stuck on a rack. “Fine. Fine. I’m up. Why do we have to get up so early?” She looked around. It seemed the rest of the party was already up. Imoen, cheery as usual, was playing a game of tic tac toe with Montaron. The halfling had a sour look on his face, as though he had just eaten a lemon. Apparently, Imoen was winning.

“Because the sooner we leave, the sooner we get to Nashkel.” What on Toril made her think she even cared about Nashkel? “And besides,” Jaheira continued, “Berrun Ghastkill is expecting us.” As if she cared about Berrun Ghastkill. It was hard to care about a town she had never been to, about people she had never met. But she agreed to help rid the town of its problems and Montaron would probably insert his blade into her back if she didn’t follow through.

She stood up and grabbed her things. “Alright,” she said, “Let’s go.” Time to set off on the road again. They turned down a winding rocky path. The trees cast shadows that looked liked demons from the bottom of the abyss. Beating down on them was the sun, the annoyingly bright sun. Storm clouds would have been more appropriate for her mood.

Skipping next to her was Imoen, smiling and cracking jokes all of which Katora had heard before, but the others appeared to find them funny. “Come on Kat, don’t tell me you lost your sense of humor,” Imoen said. Perhaps she had lost her sense of humor. There was a time when she would have cracked up laughing at her jokes. “You’re too serious, just like stuffy old…”

“Gorion.” She did not want to think of him. Ever since she had left candlekeep, ever since his death, she had been trying not to think of him. And Imoen had to bring him up.

Imoen slapped her on the back. “Hey, Kat, I’m sorry. I know it hurts. I miss him too.”

Katora shrugged. “Let’s just keep going,” she said. It was not the time yet to speak of him. Perhaps later, after she ran her sword through his murderer, she would mourn and grieve. But now on this infernal road was not time.

As they continued down the path, she spotted an old man meditating on a patch of grass.

He was bald and had a thick white beard. There were black circles around his eyes as though he had gone days without sleep. His thinness gave him the appearance of being nothing but skin tightly stretched over bones.

As they walked by, he jumped up and gasped. “Get outta my yard you hooligans! Kinda hard to be a hermit when people keep pestering for hints about the nature of existence. Read a book people! Portalbendarwinden does so command.”

She rolled her eyes and sighed. “My apologies. I’m sure you are only isolated because you wish to remain alone.”

“There is that. Oh, and my annoying personal habit.” The old man chuckled. “People don't mind advice when they're looking for it, but having someone around continually spouting proverbs and truisms really puts a damper on the picnic. It's worse than when the ants steal the cheese, if you know what I mean?” He laughed and ended up coughing and wheezing. Then he squinted at her at said, “Wow, you're really hard to look at.”

She took two steps back. “What do you mean ‘hard to look at’?” She got the feeling that he was not referring to her physical appearance.

He smiled, revealing his toothless grin. “A bit blunt I am at times, but I shall speak plain if you wish. I meant that your aura is hard to look at. It is exceptionally volatile. You are at odds with yourself in a most literal fashion. I've not seen another such as you, though I get the feeling that your type does not live exceptionally long. I would predict a violent end for you, but I can see nothing of your future. It would seem that your coin is on edge. Enough chatter, I have wasted too much of your time, and mine. Leave me.”

She turned and left with those words resounding in her mind. A violent end, she hoped it would not come to that. Perhaps it was well that her future remained shrouded; she was not sure if she wished to know of it.
Crazy? I used to be crazy. Then they put me in a white room. Then I died then they put me in a box with worms. Worms drive me crazy.
Crazy? I used to be crazy....

#2 Guest_Jaime_*

Posted 28 January 2003 - 04:17 AM

I'm an extremely good mood right now because I just got an acceptance letter from the college I want to attend next year :). But anywoo, here's the next part of TLR. I'm not exactly sure what to think of this part...Hope you enjoy it though..all comments and criticisms are welcome. ;).

Well, congratulations, m'lady


Montaron smirked. “Good riddance to ye. Don’t go getting yourself killed.” The way the fire illuminated his face made him look menacing, like a phantom out of a horror story. She doubted that he actually cared if she got herself killed or not. He didn’t seem to care about much besides his own personal gain.


The soul of courtesy...

[

“All we can do is try to p-protect her. L-Look after her like G-Gorion asked.”


Well, common sense is common sense

“What are you doing here child?” The glare Jaheira gave her could have frozen the abyss. Khalid stared at her with his mouth hanging open. “How long have you been standing there?”


“You knew her?”
Jaheira’s face took on a look of confusion, though it was obviously fake. “Knew who, child?” Khalid stayed silent. It was clear they were avoiding the subject, as Gorion had.


Oh, welll...

“You knew my mother. Who was she?”


“This is not the time for this conversation. And yes child, I knew your mother. Perhaps another time I will tell you about her, but this is not the time.” Gorion had said something similar before he died. He said he would explain everything.


Indeed...

She took her spell book and scribed the few spells she had found a long the way. Gorion would have been proud to see her keeping up with her magical arts; he always liked the idea of her being a mage. Or at least he liked it better than her learning to wield a sword or shoot an arrow. It still seemed like a miracle that she had actually been able to convince him to let Jondalar train her. He seemed scared at the thought of her wielding a weapon.


Dawn came and the sun gazed down on her. She had fallen asleep on top of her spell book. The campfire was still burning, though it had died down during the night. Jaheira glared at her. “It’s about time you woke up, child,” she said. “We’ve much to do today.”


so Jaheira...

[

He was bald and had a thick white beard. There were black circles around his eyes as though he had gone days without sleep. His thinness gave him the appearance of being nothing but skin tightly stretched over bones.


As they walked by, he jumped up and gasped. “Get outta my yard you hooligans! Kinda hard to be a hermit when people keep pestering for hints about the nature of existence. Read a book people! Portalbendarwinden does so command.”


She rolled her eyes and sighed. “My apologies. I’m sure you are only isolated because you wish to remain alone.”


“There is that. Oh, and my annoying personal habit.” The old man chuckled. “People don't mind advice when they're looking for it, but having someone around continually spouting proverbs and truisms really puts a damper on the picnic. It's worse than when the ants steal the cheese, if you know what I mean?” He laughed and ended up coughing and wheezing. Then he squinted at her at said, “Wow, you're really hard to look at.”


Lovely...

She took two steps back. “What do you mean ‘hard to look at’?” She got the feeling that he was not referring to her physical appearance.


He smiled, revealing his toothless grin. “A bit blunt I am at times, but I shall speak plain if you wish. I meant that your aura is hard to look at. It is exceptionally volatile. You are at odds with yourself in a most literal fashion. I've not seen another such as you, though I get the feeling that your type does not live exceptionally long. I would predict a violent end for you, but I can see nothing of your future. It would seem that your coin is on edge. Enough chatter, I have wasted too much of your time, and mine. Leave me.”


Oh, sweet.

She turned and left with those words resounding in her mind. A violent end, she hoped it would not come to that. Perhaps it was well that her future remained shrouded; she was not sure if she wished to know of it.


All men must die...
Great story!

#3 Guest_Hunter_*

Posted 28 January 2003 - 07:43 AM

Tomorrow they would reach Nashkel. Tomorrow they would meet with Berrun Ghastkill and begin investigating the iron shortage. Tomorrow could wait. She traced patterns in the dirt then wiped them away as soon as they were finished. She watched ashes flew into Montaron’s face as he poked at the fire with a stick. He grunted and sat back down. Khalid and Jaheira were off somewhere and Imoen had already fallen asleep. She envied Imoen’s knack for falling asleep anywhere. She remembered how Imoen would sometimes nod off during their lessons back in Candlekeep and chuckled a little. The monks used to get so mad and she’d have to listen to a long lecture about not falling asleep in class, which was thankfully more interesting than the lesson itself. She stood up. “I’m going on for a walk.”


Such thing have happened to me as well during university lectures. It's just sooo embarrasing when you suddenly leans to one side and your head hits the table in front of you.

“Yes but what good will they be when she gets a sword through her stomach. Think Khalid, what would Gorion say if he knew his daughters were traveling with…with….” Jaheira took a few steps forward and sighed. Gorion would frown on her traveling with Xzar and Montaron, but they had helped her. “I swear, sometimes her blind trust is more than I can take.”


She will learn in time, or perhaps not.

She turned and left with those words resounding in her mind. A violent end, she hoped it would not come to that. Perhaps it was well that her future remained shrouded; she was not sure if she wished to know of it.


A bad omen

Good story

Hunter

#4 Guest_argan_*

Posted 28 January 2003 - 04:32 PM

Wow, THIS was a long time ago I read.

Anyway nice chapter :)

#5 Weyoun

Posted 28 January 2003 - 09:38 PM

I'm an extremely good mood right now because I just got an acceptance letter from the college I want to attend next year :D.


Hey, congrats!

The fire crackled as its flame’s danced and sparks hung in the air like fireflies. She pulled the cloak tighter in wrapped her arms around her knees. The sun had long since faded and the heat of the day had given way to the cold of night. Nice of the hobgoblins to leave a campfire waiting for them, though having to remove their bodies made her stomach ill. She watched ashes flew into Montaron’s face as he poked at the fire with a stick. He grunted and sat back down.


LOL! The hobgolbins are good for something. :)

Montaron smirked. “Good riddance to ye. Don’t go getting yourself killed.” The way the fire illuminated his face made him look menacing, like a phantom out of a horror story. She doubted that he actually cared if she got herself killed or not. He didn’t seem to care about much besides his own personal gain.


Typical Zhent in that aspect. :)

“I wonder why she trusts them so. They seem no better than the monsters we fight.” said Jaheira. There was no question as to who they were, but surely Xzar and Montaron could not be that bad. They had helped her out in the beginning after all.


Now, now, don't be so moralistic, Jaheira. :(

“Now Jaheira, th-that wasn’t her fault. It was th-those..those nightmares.” Nightmares?


“I know, Khalid dearest,” said Jaheira. “Perhaps this is not the time to speak of such things.” Would there ever be a time?


Katora stepped forward. “You knew her?” Khalid and Jaheira spun around.


Oh, this should be interesting. :(

Dawn came and the sun gazed down on her. She had fallen asleep on top of her spell book. The campfire was still burning, though it had died down during the night. Jaheira glared at her. “It’s about time you woke up, child,” she said. “We’ve much to do today.”


She sat up and stretched. Her body felt as though it had been stuck on a rack. “Fine. Fine. I’m up. Why do we have to get up so early?” She looked around. It seemed the rest of the party was already up. Imoen, cheery as usual, was playing a game of tic tac toe with Montaron. The halfling had a sour look on his face, as though he had just eaten a lemon. Apparently, Imoen was winning.


LOL! Go Imoen! :)

“Gorion.” She did not want to think of him. Ever since she had left candlekeep, ever since his death, she had been trying not to think of him. And Imoen had to bring him up.


Imoen slapped her on the back. “Hey, Kat, I’m sorry. I know it hurts. I miss him too.”


Awww. :)

As they walked by, he jumped up and gasped. “Get outta my yard you hooligans! Kinda hard to be a hermit when people keep pestering for hints about the nature of existence. Read a book people! Portalbendarwinden does so command.”


Oh, he was cool!

"My LUNG! It's flopping all over the dirt! ...damn..." :)

He smiled, revealing his toothless grin. “A bit blunt I am at times, but I shall speak plain if you wish. I meant that your aura is hard to look at. It is exceptionally volatile. You are at odds with yourself in a most literal fashion. I've not seen another such as you, though I get the feeling that your type does not live exceptionally long. I would predict a violent end for you, but I can see nothing of your future. It would seem that your coin is on edge. Enough chatter, I have wasted too much of your time, and mine. Leave me.”


She turned and left with those words resounding in her mind. A violent end, she hoped it would not come to that. Perhaps it was well that her future remained shrouded; she was not sure if she wished to know of it.


Nicely obscure, like the first time playing BG was. :)

Great stuff,
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#6 Anaviel

Posted 28 January 2003 - 10:20 PM

I'm an extremely good mood right now because I just got an acceptance letter from the college I want to attend next year :). But anywoo, here's the next part of TLR. I'm not exactly sure what to think of this part...Hope you enjoy it though..all comments and criticisms are welcome. :).

Well, congratulations, m'lady


Thanks :)


“All we can do is try to p-protect her. L-Look after her like G-Gorion asked.”

Well, common sense is common sense


True :(


“You knew her?”
Jaheira’s face took on a look of confusion, though it was obviously fake. “Knew who, child?” Khalid stayed silent. It was clear they were avoiding the subject, as Gorion had.

Oh, welll...


Katora: You don't know how dissapointing that was..


Dawn came and the sun gazed down on her. She had fallen asleep on top of her spell book. The campfire was still burning, though it had died down during the night. Jaheira glared at her. “It’s about time you woke up, child,” she said. “We’ve much to do today.”

so Jaheira...


Yup, that's Jaheira alright. :(

All men must die...
Great story!


Thanks :) glad you liked it!
Crazy? I used to be crazy. Then they put me in a white room. Then I died then they put me in a box with worms. Worms drive me crazy.
Crazy? I used to be crazy....

#7 Anaviel

Posted 28 January 2003 - 10:24 PM

Such thing have happened to me as well during university lectures. It's just sooo embarrasing when you suddenly leans to one side and your head hits the table in front of you.


Heh, it's happened to me too..

She will learn in time, or perhaps not.


Eventually..

A bad omen


Uh-huh

Good story


Thanks :) glad you liked it.
Crazy? I used to be crazy. Then they put me in a white room. Then I died then they put me in a box with worms. Worms drive me crazy.
Crazy? I used to be crazy....

#8 Anaviel

Posted 28 January 2003 - 10:26 PM

Wow, THIS was a long time ago I read.


Yes, it has been a while since I've posted the last chapter..

Anyway nice chapter :)


Thanks, glad you liked it :)
Crazy? I used to be crazy. Then they put me in a white room. Then I died then they put me in a box with worms. Worms drive me crazy.
Crazy? I used to be crazy....

#9 Anaviel

Posted 28 January 2003 - 10:36 PM

I'm an extremely good mood right now because I just got an acceptance letter from the college I want to attend next year :D.

Hey, congrats!


Thanks :)!

LOL! The hobgolbins are good for something. :)


Yeah really, LOL :D

Typical Zhent in that aspect. :(


That's Monty for ya :(

Oh, this should be interesting. :)


All shall be revealed in future chapters. :)

LOL! Go Imoen! :D


That's Immy for ya..:D

Oh, he was cool!


Very cool :D

"My LUNG! It's flopping all over the dirt! ...damn..." :D


Hehe I loved that line LOL :D

Nicely obscure, like the first time playing BG was. :D


Thanks..:) I was a little worried that it was to obscure.

Great stuff,
---Weyoun


Thanks glad you liked it :)
Crazy? I used to be crazy. Then they put me in a white room. Then I died then they put me in a box with worms. Worms drive me crazy.
Crazy? I used to be crazy....

#10 Guest_Silver_*

Posted 29 January 2003 - 05:44 PM

I'm an extremely good mood right now because I just got an acceptance letter from the college I want to attend next year :D.


That's great! I'm happy for you. :D

The fire crackled as its flame’s danced and sparks hung in the air like fireflies. She pulled the cloak tighter in wrapped her arms around her knees. The sun had long since faded and the heat of the day had given way to the cold of night. Nice of the hobgoblins to leave a campfire waiting for them, though having to remove their bodies made her stomach ill.


That is a very unpleasant job...

Montaron smirked. “Good riddance to ye. Don’t go getting yourself killed.” The way the fire illuminated his face made him look menacing, like a phantom out of a horror story. She doubted that he actually cared if she got herself killed or not. He didn’t seem to care about much besides his own personal gain.


That's Monty all right.

As they walked by, he jumped up and gasped. “Get outta my yard you hooligans! Kinda hard to be a hermit when people keep pestering for hints about the nature of existence. Read a book people! Portalbendarwinden does so command.”


*laughs*

She turned and left with those words resounding in her mind. A violent end, she hoped it would not come to that. Perhaps it was well that her future remained shrouded; she was not sure if she wished to know of it.


Nice chapter. :D

Silver

#11 Anaviel

Posted 01 February 2003 - 06:14 AM

That's great! I'm happy for you. :wink:


Thanks :) I can't wait for college..

That is a very unpleasant job...


Yeah, definately not a job I'd want..

That's Monty all right.


Yup :?

Nice chapter. :D


Thanks. Glad you liked it :)
Crazy? I used to be crazy. Then they put me in a white room. Then I died then they put me in a box with worms. Worms drive me crazy.
Crazy? I used to be crazy....




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