I wanted freedom but I'm restricted
I tried to give you up but I'm addicted
Now that you know I'm trapped, sense of elation
You'll never dream of breaking this fixation
You will squeeze the life out of me
Bury it
I won't let you bury it
I won't let you smother it
I won't let you murder it
Our time is running out
And our time is running out
You can't push it underground
We can't stop it screaming out
How did it come to this?
Muse
Oh, a song-introduction.
Weyoun : *dancing like a nutty guy with Parkisons while wearing a horribly fake Afro-wig*
She's crazy like a fool...Back up Drow singers Viconia, Phaere and Sendai :
...what about it, Daddy Cool,
We're crazy like a fool,
What about it, Daddy Cool,Back up Drow singers Viconia, Phaere and Sendai :
Daddy, Daddy Cool
Daddy, Daddy Cool
Daddy, Daddy Cool
Daddy, Daddy CoolHow's that for an image, ey?
Hey, don't laugh. Bobby Farrell lives in holland now, after all.
With barely a conscious intention, her feet took her to the room they had so recently vacated. Jaheira shuddered at the huge statue heads that had appeared after they had destroyed Cyric’s minions. Why had Jarran’s mind conjured such disturbing decorations for this room? Perhaps they represented the watchful eyes of those who followed the bard’s progress towards the divine.
Is it just me or is Cyric an annoying prat with a god-complex (no pun intended).
Brainless fool, smiling as though the future was a smooth road before your feet. Falling in love with a god, what were you thinking? Did you imagine, even for a moment, that you would find yourself spending your days in your lover’s godly realm? That you would see him do things that no mortal man could hope to accomplish?
I have no doubt there'd be women who'd find that exciting. I also have no doubt that Jaheira isn't one of them.
Jarran stared at the wizard, who met his gaze levelly. “Why would I want to do that? The ants aren’t hurting anyone.”
“True, lad, true. But there are many who would stomp them just for the satisfaction. To prove how mighty they are, ye see.”
I remember there was a huge ant-invasion in my granddad's backyard, he'd choose for the non-nosense approach and set a blowtorch on them while they scurried on the tiles.
“Bah!” Sarevok said with a snort. “Childishness.”
I dunno. That blowtorch thing he did was kinda cool to watch.
Mostly because it was totally unexpected. Of course, I was twelve at the time.
“You mean you will actually help me? How?”
“Balthazar has used powerful magic to seal his monastery. If ye intend to face him, ye will have to find a way to get inside. I happen to know just the man for the job.”
“Who?”
“Saemon Havarian. I know it is not a pleasant thought, to contemplate trusting that pirate, but it is the quickest path. Still, I doubt even he is foolish enough to cross such a powerful person.”
Well, I just wonder what Jarran has to tell that one.
“I do not understand.”
“I no longer have need of them. There are no armies that will march on Amkethran, not now. And… you have served me well. You have my thanks. Go, Illax.”
Tnt Sendai : I remember. *looks at her own two hands and shudders*
“Then I am even more confused. Why join with the Five if you did not share their goals?”
“I will tell you all… brother. Yes, brother, since I have seen more of your soul than you know. Melissan approached me with dreams of power and glory, riches that could be mine if I joined her effort to revive Bhaal. And yes, I joined, but I was the spy in their midst. I intended to thwart them as best I could, and if possible to turn them on each other.”
And still acted like a petty dictator. Hmm, funny, that.
“Before we discuss that, I must tell you something of our nature. Do not ask me how I came by this information, I doubt that you would believe me. Some of us, Jarran… some of us are truly siblings. We are not merely vessels for our father’s power, we are true godchildren. Half-gods, with divine strength of our own. You and I… we are not human, brother.”
I don't know if that's a good thing, really.
“I am afraid not, brother.” Balthazar met Jarran’s eyes. “My plan was wise in one respect. It is necessary that the evil Children be slain, to remove their taint from this world. I… I must be true to my beliefs. Evil must be destroyed. Farewell, Jarran. May the gods welcome you with open arms.”
Balthazar forcefully pushed himself backwards, slamming his spine against the back of the chair. He sighed and closed his eyes.
Jarran’s mouth fell open in surprise and horror as Balthazar’s body dissolved into dust. The golden light of Balthazar’s essence seemed to move through him like a divine wind, leaving the bard slightly dizzy.
When the dust and light cleared, Balthazar’s robes seemed to be hanging in the air. Jarran reached forward and gave them a tug. The garments fell to the floor, revealing a dagger that had had its handle jammed into the back of the chair. A dagger that had been carefully placed so that its point was perfectly aligned with Balthazar’s heart.
Pretty neat trick, though.
