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#1 Weyoun

Posted 03 September 2005 - 11:40 PM

And thus starts the long epilogue of the SOA section of Tnt, where all loose ends will be resolved. :)

Hope you like it. Laska's about to wake up. ;)

 
Tnt 186 : Greasing the wheels

Nurse Lendariul Goodberry strolled from her home into the center of the Suldenesselar. It had been two weeks since the attack was thwarted, and the elves were still busy cleaning up the rubble that was left. Many of the center buildings had been ravaged and were uninhabitable, not to mention the terrible losses the elves had taken.

After the fight, the priests and priestesses had worked around the clock to heal those who had been injured in the war. The young and the most wounded were treated first, and then they moved to the others more lightly wounded. Miraculously, there had been no more deaths as the Seldarine granted mercy in the forms of many spells and healing waters emerging from the Tree of Life in pools. The hospital she worked in now only held some of those who had been wounded almost beyond hope and were still being kept for observation and treatment, including the savior of the city.

The young Sylvan chuckled for a bit. Queen Ellesime wouldn't see it that way. She'd prefer to see herself as the city's saviour, even though hardly anybody would agree with her. Ellesime's power had been greatly curtailed as the moon elven delegation from Evermeet had taken power from it and had divided it to a council made up from Sylvans, Gold and Moon elves. And in this council, Ellesime only had a single vote, rather than absolute power. Everybody could plainly see that Ellesime was struggling to maintain courteous as her proposals to rebuild the gold elven center of the city to their former glory were thwarted again and again. Sylvans now once again had a word in the politics of their own city and were using their new rights effectively.

Relief supplies from Evermeet were only a few days away, as well as the new Moon elven settlers. Lendariul grinned as she remembered the look on Ellesime's face when Reynessa, the new Moon elven commander, announced that Moon elves would be settling in the city. It reminded her of a wrinkly old dragon after she'd just eaten a cartload of especially sour lemons.

Things were looking up for Suldenesselar, despite everything. It was going to be a city for every elf again, as it was supposed to be. She happily strolled into the hospital, getting ready to make her rounds.

She checked up on several patients, but most of them were recovering. Then, she moved to the large room, where she was resting. When she was first brought in, she had already received several healing spells, but these merely kept her alive. Her skeleton had been, for lack of a better term, a jigsaw puzzle.

Lendariul was happy that most of the Drow had returned home. The Drow frightened her. Mostly, one single Drow frightened her : Viconia. The Drow cleric had been barking orders at the healers and the nurses as she oversaw the healing of her friend Laska. She had been the main healer treating Laska, and a veritable tyrant at best, yelling at the healers when they used their spells and shouted at the nurses whenever they were too slow to respond.

She supposed that she shouldn't be too upset with Viconia, considering she only wanted to take care of her friend, after all.

Lendariul moved to Laska's room : a large round room containing a single bed and a large open window to allow for much sunlight. Plants and woodcarvings adorned every inch of the room, since the elves believed a green environment was the best place to heal. Laska had been lying in a coma her for the past two weeks while Viconia supervised the other healers gathered around her. Lendariul, as the chief nurse, had been subject to much auditory abuse every time Viconia checked up on her patient. Still, Laska could rest here in peace to heal and...

A shriek emerged from Lendariul's mouth as she found Laska's bed empty.

---

"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN, SHE'S GONE?!" snarled Viconia at the stammering Lendariul. Viconia was not a happy camper, and now it seemed this incompetent nurse had let a formerly mortally wounded patient to give her the slip.

"I, uh... Uh, I... Uhh... you see, I was... Uh..."

"SPEAK UP, YOU INSIPID GIRL! WHY DON'T YOU KNOW THIS? WEREN'T YOU SUPPOSED TO BE ON DUTY?!"

"Uhhhh... I, uhhhh... But...."

"SHE COULD BE SLEEPWALKING AND STRUT RIGHT OFF ONE OF THE PLATFORMS!" Viconia shouted. "WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?!"

"I, uh... I... I was just... You see, I..."

"Oh, get out of here," Viconia snarled. "Idiot surface elves. I'm surrounded by sheer ineptitude!"

Lendariul literally ran out the room, leaving Viconia to examine the bed. The bed wasn't warm, so she'd been out of it for a while. The Drow forced herself to calm down and pulled a statuette from her pouch. After a small incantation, Khittix stood in the room, looking happy and generally seeming eager to please her mistress. After giving him a pat on the head, Viconia held out Laska's sheet.

"Seek!" Viconia asked. The spider sniffed the sheet for a bit and then started to sniff around the room, skittering around in circles until he caught the scent. Then, the spider darted out the door, with Viconia in hot pursuit.

Khittix led Viconia across the ravaged city center, where groups of elves were still clearing the rubble. Viconia paid them no mind as she was led into one of the unaffected Sylvan quarters. Curious elves started at them as they ran through the narrow streets and platforms across branches and spanned bridges until Khittix suddenly stood still and pointed a single leg in the direction of a hut on a single platform.

Viconia listened for a moment, and faintly heard a muffled song coming from the hut.

"As Roger last Night to Jenny lay close,
he pull'd OUt his Budget and gave her a dose,
the tickling no sooner kind Jenny did find,
but with laughing she Purg'd both before and behind,
Pox take it quoth Roger, he must himself be beside
that gives Pills against Wind and 'gainst Tide.
"

The song was ended with much laughter. Her curiosity was no piqued, and Viconia carefully strolled closer to the hut, while its occupants started another song.

"I gave her Cakes and I gave her Ale,
And I gave her Sack and sherry,
I kist her once and I kist her twice,
and we were wond'rous merry
,"

Viconia could hear two distinct voices now.

"I gave her Beads and bracelets fine,
And I gave her Gold down deny,
I thought she was afear'd till she stroak'd my Beard,
and we were wond'rous merry,
"

Anger burned through her spirit as she recognized just who these voices belong to. She doubled her pace to the door.

"Merry my hearts, merry my cocks, merry my sprights,
merry merry merry my hey down derry,
I kist her once and I kist her twice,
and we were wond'rous merry,
"

"AHAH!" snarled Viconia as she threw the door open. And there they were : Korgan and Laska, both drunk as two bats that crashed into an ale barrel. The hut in question was a storage place for elven wine, and judging from the plenthora of empty bottles lying on the floor the two gluttons had ripped from the racks. Both sat on the floor, Korgan leaning against the wall, while Laska lay sprawled, supporting her head against one of the wineracks while she took another swing from one of the bottles.

"Hey, Vico," Laska greeted. "Have a drink, have a sing!"

"Drink?" Viconia blinked. "DRINK?!"

"Yes, 'drink', miss Shouty," Laska winced. "You see, I was getting thirsty after having slept so long, and then there was no one there when I woke up, so I went looking for something to drink."

"There was a waterpail in your room," Viconia crossed her arms.

"Yes, well, like I said, I went looking for something to drink," Laska chuckled. "And I ran into Korgan along the way."

"Damn right," Korgan let out a loud belch. "So we be raidin' this ole wine storage and be bleedin' it dry."

"And then we decided to sing bawdy tavern songs."

"Laska," Viconia snarled. "You are drinking? Do you realize that you've been upsetting the delicate balance of healing potion and elven holy water in your system that healed you from the inside, Laska?"

"So?"

"So?" Viconia blinked. "SO?! YOU BLOODY STUPID ELF, I'VE BEEN TAKING CARE OF YOU FOR THE LAST TWO WEEKS, PUTTING YOUR JIGSAW OF A BODY BACK TOGETHER! DO YOU EVEN REALIZE HOW CLOSE TO DYING YOU WERE?!"

"Och, what be the bee up yer bonnet?" Korgan snorted.

"That must be why I felt so stiff," Laska said. "Luckily," she motioned to the bottles, "I came across a lot of grease."

Viconia just shook her head. "This is unbelievable," she said while Khittix strolled over to Laska to be petted. The semi-drunken elf was only too happy to oblidge.

"Cheer up, Vico," said Laska. "How about a song for the nice lady. How about 'My Man John', Korgan?"

"Aye, that be soundin' right!" Korgan said before Laska and Korgan fell into a chorus.

"My Man John had a thing that was long.
My maid Mary had a thing that was hairy.
My Man John put his thing that was Long
into my maid Mary's thing that was Hairy.
"

Viconia shook her head. "Oh, please..."

"My maid Mary then stirr'd it about,
till with stirring and stirring at length it came out,
but then my Man John thrust it in once again,
and knock'd it most stoutly to make it remain;
but John with much knocking so widen'd the hole,
that his long thing slip'd out still in spight of his soul,
'till weary'd and vex'd and with knocking grown sore,
cry'd, "a Pox take the Hole for I'll knock it no more"!
"

Laska and Korgan laughed after the song was over, mostly at Viconia's expression.

"Alright, now that the debauchery is over..."

"What debauchery?" Korgan grinned. "That be no debauchery."

"Nope," Laska said. "It's just an innocent song about a man with a broomstick and a girl with a brush that don't quite fit together. All perfectly innocent."

"GET BACK TO THE HOSPITAL AND INTO BED RIGHT NOW OR I'LL CUT YOUR TONGUES OUT AND FEED IT TO THE CROWS!"

"Sheez," Laska said. "Everyone's a critic."

"Aye," Korgan replied. "she nay understand the subtleties of bawdy tavern songs."

"Well," Laska said as she scooped up a couple of bottles and wobbled towards the door. "Back to the hospital, I suppose... but not without my grease."

---

Once back in Laska's hospital her friends stopped by one by one, excepting Korgan whom Viconia kicked out for leading Laska to the wine-hut. Through it all, Imoen was laying on the bed next to Laska, close to the sister the almost lost. Keldorn and Dynaheir filled her in on what had been happening in the city and traded some tales with Jan and Minsc.

A few hours later, Imoen had fallen asleep while Laska stared out of the window from the bed, watching the sun set. Viconia entered the door, turned towards Laska and placed her hands on her hips.

"So," Viconia said. "You're awake for an hour and already you're annoying the hell out of me."

"I don't get what's wrong," Laska smirked. "I mean, I only went out for a drink. Can't blame a girl for that."

"I only went out for a drink. Can't blame a girl for that," Viconia mimicked as she paced the room. "Honestly, I cast my fingers to the bone for you and you risk your life like that. Do you realize just how close to death you were?"

"I know... but I got better."

"You are hopeless."

"Aw, come on, you're happy I'm alive and well too, admit it!" Laska grinned.

Viconia's only reply was a strangled grunt.

"Admit it!" Laska grinned.

"I am... somewhat happy that my hard work has fielded such a fine result," Viconia nodded.

Laska crossed her arms and offered her friend a lopsided grin. She shook her head and looked at Imoen, peacefully sleeping next to her.

"Let's not disturb Imoen," Laska said, whispering so that only elven ears could hear the sound. "I wanna go out of a bit."

"No," Viconia whispered back. "Your body is still healing. You need rest."

"Come on, Vico, I've been in that bed for weeks."

Viconia sighed deeply. "Very well, you can go out for an hour or so, but then it's back to bed. Like I said, you still need rest. I'll take care of Imoen here."

Laska nodded and hopped out of bed, gathered her boots and strolled outside. Most of the houses were darkened, since most of the elves had gone to bed early after a long day of work cleaning up the city and clearing the rubble. Every able-bodied elf chipped in to help make the city habitable and self-sustaining again. Gardens were being restored, orchards and animal pens were being rebuilt.

The tattooed elf walked across a few platforms and branches, though one of the Sylvan quarters. It had been untouched by the fighting, and the contrast was stunning. The wind rustled through the leaves as the moon started its ascend through the sky, illuminating the city. Laska marveled at the splendours that her people had built here : houses and buildings were inside the trees themselves, or built on the platforms. Roads led over branches and strong platforms surrounding the huge tree trunks that were of central importance to the city, all connected with sturdy hanging bridges.

She felt she could live here and be happy.

Laska had never been among so many other elves, and now that the city was no longer under attack, this could actually sink in for the first time. She hoped she could learn much from her elven brothers and sisters during her stay here.

She made her way across one of the hanging bridges until she came to a small barracks near the edge of the quarter. Several Drow were patrolling the platform and inside the barracks seemed to be a bristle of activity. She gathered that most Drow slept during the day and arose as night. One of the Drow soldiers, a tall female, nodded at her as she passed and Laska noticed the symbol of Eilistraee had been stitched to her tunic.

Then she saw someone she recognized : Solaufein was staring at the moon at the platform's railing.

"Hello," Laska greeted and Solaufein turned around.

"Ah," he smiled. "I recognize the voice, but not the body. I don't think I'll ever get used to you as a surface elf."

"I am surface elf," Laska snorted. "Can't help that."

"Nice to see a friendly face, though," Solaufein said. "The elves are grateful, but most would rather see us leave as quickly as possible. Not that I blame them. There's a lot of bad blood between us, and perhaps that will never be resolved."

"We could make a start," Laska said.

"I suppose so," Solaufein said. "Most of the soldiers have returned home already. It's just a few of us Eilistraeeans and a few mercenaries. Phaere asked us to facilitate the restitution that she promised Suldenesselar... and she wants us to come home with a trade-agreement. The council's divided about that, though, so we might be here for a while still."

"The council's divided?" Laska asked. "What's wrong with a little trade?"

"Ah, the voice of youth," smiled Solaufein. "Like I said, lots of bad blood. Still, the Moon elves seem open to an agreement, the Gold elves are divided, as are the Sylvans. And your queen is downright hostile."

"That bitch ain't my queen," Laska said. "Just mentioning that. This elf kneels to no one!"

"At any rate, we'll be here for a while," Solaufein said. "Just as well, we might as well keep an eye out on the mercenaries."

"Why is that?" Laska asked. "You don't trust the sell-swords."

"There's usually a good reason why a Drow becomes a sell-sword," Solaufein motioned to a young female Drow fighter wearing an impossibly shiny full-plate and a greatsword strapped to her back which seemed to be slightly too big for her to wield. "Take young Malice over there, for example. Competent warrior, nice girl too, for a Kiaransalee worshipper. But she's, well, a bit nutty, says the wrong things at the wrong times and has a downright obsessive personality, especially with immovable rods."

Laska looked at Malice. The young Drow noticed the elf was looking and waved at her in response.

"Try to avoid eye-contact," Solaufein said. "At any rate, we're trying to dissuade her from heading to Thay. She insists on looking up an old partymember she met years ago to catch up on old times."

"What's wrong with that?" Laska asked.

"Nothing," replied Solaufein. "Except for the fact that Drow aren't very welcome in Thay. We're trying to get that into her skull, and it's starting to get through."

"Oh," Laska said as she leaned on the railing next to Solaufein. "So... how are things in the Underdark."

"Well," Solaufein said. "The siege on Menzoberranzan is momentarily thwarted. Your friend Viconia was very happy to hear that... but the rise of the Valsharess has caused us all a great deal of concern. She's got backing from an unknown source and is making an unprecedented grab for power in the north. Trust me, we're going to hear a lot more from her. We're expecting some refugees from the northern cities to head south."

"Valsharess, huh?" Laska shifted. "Actually, that's not what I wanted to ask..."

"You want to know about Phaere, yes?" he smiled. "Well, she's doing well, all things considered. She's a fledgling First Matron. But she has big plans. Already, she's made several trade agreements with various groups and cities near Ust Natha, and she's aching for that trade agreement with Suldenesselar. She intends to turn Ust Natha into a cultural center of the Drow race, and, of course, an economic power to be reckoned with."

"Oh, yeah," Laska chuckled. "That's Phaere. Always thinking big."

"The commoners love her," Solaufein said. "The Lolth-worshippers hate her. Her first act after ending the war was an edict of religious freedom. Unprecedented in Drow society. All of a sudden, all Drow gods are allowed to be freely worshipped out in the open. The handmaidens were very angry when they suddenly had to share their giant temple with priests and worshippers of Ghaunaduar, Kiaransalee, Vhaerun and Eilistraee. Every religion has been given its own corner in the temple. And I'm happy to tell you that Eilistraee is a favorite among the commoners, and is currently the fastest growing religion in Ust Natha."

"Hm, no doubt it caused plenty of Eilistraeeans to come out of the closet," Laska said. "I wonder... Maybe in other cities..."

"It was an incredibly clever move," Solaufein interrupted. "The power of the matrons in the city is effectively broken, the many religious groups will be too busy arguing amongst themselves and will not grow strong enough to challenge her rule."

"Are you part of one of those bickering religious groups?"

Solaufein snorted. "No, we mostly just stand at the side and show that we're above such bickering and only react when threatened. Besides, we're no threat to Phaere and she knows it. Ust Natha is doing well : people are flocking to Ust Natha, taking their wares and skills with them. Already, there are plans to expand our city into the mantle-caves."

"Ust Natha weathered this crisis better than Suldenesselar," Laska said.

"There's already been two assassination-attempts on Phaere, but that's a sign that a ruler is truly making changes. Two of them sent by the Church of Lolth. Rather inept ones, too, which shows that they influence is waning. Not surprisingly, since Ardulace spent all their money on the war. Would you believe that one of the assassins actually announced themselves right at the floor of the council meeting, surrounded by dozens of Drow representatives and their bodyguards. Phaere laughed so hard she missed her own assassination attempt. When she was done laughing, the body had already been dragged off."

"I... actually wanted to know..."

"How she's doing privately?" Solaufein sighed. "Not well. Not well at all. She misses you terribly."

Laska nodded solemnly.

"Do not sorrow," Solaufein said. "Your decision to leave was the wisest choice. Nobody in Ust Natha would have understood if you had become her consort. Perhaps in time, you can be together again. But not now. It's too soon."

Laska sighed deeply. "Her sisters are there to take care of her, right?"

Solaufein smiled. "They do. And so will I. She's appointed me to be one of her advisors and captain of the city's defense guard. We will make sure she doesn't withdraw herself too much. And she has been spending an inordinate amount of time with her mother's harem... anything to keep herself busy, it seems. She'll be alright, she's just a bit... down at the moment."

"Thanks," said Laska and nodded briefly. "Well, I'd better get back to the hospital before Viconia starts looking for me."

"Wait," Solaufein said and went inside. He turned later with a small item wrapped in a cloth, which he handed to Laska. "Phaere wanted you to have this."

Laska removed the cloth and found an amulet inside. It was entirely black, and its headpiece was carved out of smoothed lavastone. On it, an complicated pattern had been etched, depicting the Drow symbol of union and the Despana family crest. There was an air of magic surrounding the amulet.

"It was to be your bethrothal gift," Solaufein said. "But Phaere thought you might be able to put its battlemagic to good use."

Laska took the necklace and thanked Solaufein... but the trip back to the hospital now seemed to be a very long one.

---

The next day, Laska sat at the writing desk in her hospital room, while the sun poured through the window. She had donned the necklace, but had felt like she should return something. Earlier, she had bought a nice ring. It was a beautiful piece of elven craftsmanship, patterns wonderfully carved into the gold, offset with two brilliant rubies.

The real concern was the letter she had planned to accompany the gift for Phaere. As soon as she had put the pen on the paper, her mind just locked her out. Many wads of crumpled paper lay on the floor.

She let out a growl of frustration and added another wad to the pile.

And then, finally, she had it. Satisfied with herself, she waited for the ink to dry, put the ring and the note in a box and prepared to bring it to Solaufein. She had written three simple words on the paper :

"I miss you."
 

All the tavern songs mentioned are real, but I have no idea what website I, ahum, liberated them from. ;)
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Darth Baras - A blind, comotose lobotomy-patient could sense my anger!

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#2 Guest_theacefes_*

Posted 04 September 2005 - 05:34 AM

One day i am going to somehow get this story in paperback form and carry it around with me everywhere i go. :twisted: :twisted: :twisted: :twisted: :twisted: :twisted: :twisted: :twisted: :twisted: :shock: :shock: :shock: :shock: :shock: Awesome chapter

#3 Guest_Theodur_*

Posted 04 September 2005 - 11:32 AM

Hope you like it. Laska's about to wake up. :twisted:


Well there goes the peace and serenity…

You know what… screw peace and serenity! :twisted:

The young Sylvan chuckled for a bit. Queen Ellesime wouldn't see it that way. She'd prefer to see herself as the city's saviour, even though hardly anybody would agree with her. Ellesime's power had been greatly curtailed as the moon elven delegation from Evermeet had taken power from it and had divided it to a council made up from Sylvans, Gold and Moon elves. And in this council, Ellesime only had a single vote, rather than absolute power. Everybody could plainly see that Ellesime was struggling to maintain courteous as her proposals to rebuild the gold elven center of the city to their former glory were thwarted again and again. Sylvans now once again had a word in the politics of their own city and were using their new rights effectively.


Ah, a silent revolution. Good moment for it, too, Ellesime is practically powerless to prevent it.

She supposed that she shouldn't be too upset with Viconia, considering she only wanted to take care of her friend, after all.


That, and she just enjoys yelling at people and telling them what to do.

"Oh, get out of here," Viconia snarled. "Idiot surface elves. I'm surrounded by sheer ineptitude!"


Yeah… and where were you, Vic?

"AHAH!" snarled Viconia as she threw the door open. And there they were : Korgan and Laska, both drunk as two bats that crashed into an ale barrel. The hut in question was a storage place for elven wine, and judging from the plenthora of empty bottles lying on the floor the two gluttons had ripped from the racks. Both sat on the floor, Korgan leaning against the wall, while Laska lay sprawled, supporting her head against one of the wineracks while she took another swing from one of the bottles.


She deserves a bit of a beating… not for leaving the hospital… for singing that horrible song.

Well, at least it wasn’t the Immovable Rod song.

"Laska," Viconia snarled. "You are drinking? Do you realize that you've been upsetting the delicate balance of healing potion and elven holy water in your system that healed you from the inside, Laska?"


I think that Laska is firmly convinced that elverquisst is the elven Holy Water. :twisted:

"So?" Viconia blinked. "SO?! YOU BLOODY STUPID ELF, I'VE BEEN TAKING CARE OF YOU FOR THE LAST TWO WEEKS, PUTTING YOUR JIGSAW OF A BODY BACK TOGETHER! DO YOU EVEN REALIZE HOW CLOSE TO DYING YOU WERE?!"


Well, that body won’t fall apart from having a bit of a drink, will it?

"What debauchery?" Korgan grinned. "That be no debauchery."


"Nope," Laska said. "It's just an innocent song about a man with a broomstick and a girl with a brush that don't quite fit together. All perfectly innocent."


*groaaaaaaaaan* This one surely takes the cake for the horrible bawdy tavern songs.

"Admit it!" Laska grinned.


"I am... somewhat happy that my hard work has fielded such a fine result," Viconia nodded.


Awww… but Laska really shouldn’t push her lack any further… constantly annoying your healer isn’t a wise thing to do.

Viconia sighed deeply. "Very well, you can go out for an hour or so, but then it's back to bed. Like I said, you still need rest. I'll take care of Imoen here."


We already know how horrible patient Laska is, from that one recent episode when she got sick. :twisted:

The tattooed elf walked across a few platforms and branches, though one of the Sylvan quarters. It had been untouched by the fighting, and the contrast was stunning. The wind rustled through the leaves as the moon started its ascend through the sky, illuminating the city. Laska marveled at the splendours that her people had built here : houses and buildings were inside the trees themselves, or built on the platforms. Roads led over branches and strong platforms surrounding the huge tree trunks that were of central importance to the city, all connected with sturdy hanging bridges.


She felt she could live here and be happy.


Maybe, but I wouldn’t want to with Ellesime also being there.

"I suppose so," Solaufein said. "Most of the soldiers have returned home already. It's just a few of us Eilistraeeans and a few mercenaries. Phaere asked us to facilitate the restitution that she promised Suldenesselar... and she wants us to come home with a trade-agreement. The council's divided about that, though, so we might be here for a while still."


Let me wager a guess, the goldies are being goldies, once again? :twisted:

"That bitch ain't my queen," Laska said. "Just mentioning that. The elf kneels to no man or woman... Uh, well, except inside the bedroom, that is."


Uggggggghhhhhh! I hoped never to encounter that expression outside the glorious Eye of Argon… :twisted:

"There's usually a good reason why a Drow becomes a sell-sword," Solaufein motioned to a young female Drow fighter wearing an impossibly shiny full-plate and a greatsword strapped to her back which seemed to be slightly too big for her to wield. "Take young Malice over there, for example. Competent warrior, nice girl too, for a Kiaransalee worshipper. But she's, well, a bit nutty, says the wrong things at the wrong times and has a downright obsessive personality, especially with immovable rods."


Oh, I recognize that nutter. :twisted:

"Try to avoid eye-contact," Solaufein said. "At any rate, we're trying to dissuade her from heading to Thay. She insists on looking up an old partymember she met years ago to catch up on old times."


Nooooooo! :twisted:

"Well," Solaufein said. "The siege on Menzoberranzan is momentarily thwarted. Your friend Viconia was very happy to hear that... but the rise of the Valsharess has caused us all a great deal of concern. She's got backing from an unknown source and is making an unprecedented grab for power in the north. Trust me, we're going to hear a lot more from her. We're expecting some refugees from the northern cities to head south."


Valsharess, ey? I really liked her in HotU… too bad she couldn’t become the henchwoman there, all we got was that boring Drow Nathyrra.

"The commoners love her," Solaufein said. "The Lolth-worshippers hate her. Her first act after ending the war was an edict of religious freedom. Unprecedented in Drow society. All of a sudden, all Drow gods are allowed to be freely worshipped out in the open. The handmaidens were very angry when they suddenly had to share their giant temple with priests and worshippers of Ghaunaduar, Kiaransalee, Vhaerun and Eilistraee. Every religion has been given its own corner in the temple. And I'm happy to tell you that Eilistraee is a favorite among the commoners, and is currently the fastest growing religion in Ust Natha."


Kind of a sudden change for centuries long traditions…

"There's already been two assassination-attempts on Phaere, but that's a sign that a ruler is truly making changes. Two of them sent by the Church of Lolth. Rather inept ones, too, which shows that they influence is waning. Not surprisingly, since Ardulace spent all their money on the war. Would you believe that one of the assassins actually announced themselves right at the floor of the council meeting, surrounded by dozens of Drow representatives and their bodyguards. Phaere laughed so hard she missed her own assassination attempt. When she was done laughing, the body had already been dragged off."


LOL! But what about the Church of Lolth in other cities that they keep in tight control? Would they just look on at Phaere making a power grab and breaking their rule? I wouldn’t be too surprised if Lolth would send her own avatar to restore a bit of an order in Ust Natha…

Solaufein smiled. "They do. And so will I. She's appointed me to be one of her advisors and captain of the city's defense guard. We will make sure she doesn't withdraw herself too much. And she has been spending an inordinate amount of time with her mother's harem... anything to keep herself busy, it seems. She'll be alright, she's just a bit... down at the moment."


Shagging their brains out seems to be a common solution in dealing with personal problems… :twisted:

And then, finally, she had it. Satisfied with herself, she waited for the ink to dry, put the ring and the note in a box and prepared to bring it to Solaufein. She had written three simple words on the paper :


"I miss you."


Sometimes keeping it simple is the way to go.

#4 Guest_AlphaMonkey_*

Posted 04 September 2005 - 04:59 PM

When she was first brought in, she had already received several healing spells, but these merely kept her alive. Her skeleton had been, for lack of a better term, a jigsaw puzzle.


That's ok. We can rebuild her. We have the technology... but I don't want to spend a lot of money...

(Cue shot of Laska running with a rake for an arm and a metal garbage can for a leg)

...

You know, like in that one episode of Family Guy? :twisted:

"SHE COULD BE SLEEPWALKING AND STRUT RIGHT OFF ONE OF THE PLATFORMS!" Viconia shouted. "WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?!"


Uh... she was thinking that people in comas don't usually just wake up and wander off without telling anyone... and that it would probably be pretty damned silly to put someone who'd been unconscious for the past two weeks in restraints...

I don't know, but that's probably what she was thinking. :twisted: :twisted:

"Oh, get out of here," Viconia snarled. "Idiot surface elves. I'm surrounded by sheer ineptitude!"


True. But that's only because you're exuding it. :twisted:

Anger burned through her spirit as she recognized just who these voices belong to. She doubled her pace to the door.


Yeah, I think it's pretty obvious, even to us. :twisted:

The hut in question was a storage place for elven wine, and judging from the plenthora of empty bottles lying on the floor the two gluttons had ripped from the racks.


How strong can that stuff be... you'd think it'd be like drinking non-alcoholic beer...

"My maid Mary then stirr'd it about,
till with stirring and stirring at length it came out,
but then my Man John thrust it in once again,
and knock'd it most stoutly to make it remain;
but John with much knocking so widen'd the hole,
that his long thing slip'd out still in spight of his soul,
'till weary'd and vex'd and with knocking grown sore,
cry'd, "a Pox take the Hole for I'll knock it no more"!"


Ick.

"Just mentioning that. This elf kneels to no one!"


You will if someone takes your legs off at the knees. :twisted:

But she's, well, a bit nutty, says the wrong things at the wrong times and has a downright obsessive personality, especially with immovable rods.


I guess the enormous sword is part of that obsession?

:twisted:

All of a sudden, all Drow gods are allowed to be freely worshipped out in the open. The handmaidens were very angry when they suddenly had to share their giant temple with priests and worshippers of Ghaunaduar, Kiaransalee, Vhaerun and Eilistraee.


Not to mention that that kind of crap is going to not only get you killed, but get you mangled beyond belief. I mean, c'mon... you hear what happened to that one character in the War of the Spider Queen novels? That was just WRONG.

All the tavern songs mentioned are real, but I have no idea what website I, ahum, liberated them from.


That's fine. It sounds like a very evil place, anyway. :twisted:

#5 Laufey

Posted 05 September 2005 - 05:36 PM

The young Sylvan chuckled for a bit. Queen Ellesime wouldn't see it that way. She'd prefer to see herself as the city's saviour, even though hardly anybody would agree with her. Ellesime's power had been greatly curtailed as the moon elven delegation from Evermeet had taken power from it and had divided it to a council made up from Sylvans, Gold and Moon elves. And in this council, Ellesime only had a single vote, rather than absolute power. Everybody could plainly see that Ellesime was struggling to maintain courteous as her proposals to rebuild the gold elven center of the city to their former glory were thwarted again and again. Sylvans now once again had a word in the politics of their own city and were using their new rights effectively.


And good for them too!


Lendariul was happy that most of the Drow had returned home. The Drow frightened her. Mostly, one single Drow frightened her : Viconia. The Drow cleric had been barking orders at the healers and the nurses as she oversaw the healing of her friend Laska. She had been the main healer treating Laska, and a veritable tyrant at best, yelling at the healers when they used their spells and shouted at the nurses whenever they were too slow to respond.


Really Vicky, that's not the way to deal with your coworkers. Sugar works better than vinegar.


"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN, SHE'S GONE?!" snarled Viconia at the stammering Lendariul. Viconia was not a happy camper, and now it seemed this incompetent nurse had let a formerly mortally wounded patient to give her the slip.


Poor nurse...


"I gave her Cakes and I gave her Ale,
And I gave her Sack and sherry,
I kist her once and I kist her twice,
and we were wond'rous merry
,"


OK, that one was actually not too bad.


Anger burned through her spirit as she recognized just who these voices belong to. She doubled her pace to the door.


"Merry my hearts, merry my cocks, merry my sprights,
merry merry merry my hey down derry,
I kist her once and I kist her twice,
and we were wond'rous merry,
"


I *thought*. :D

"AHAH!" snarled Viconia as she threw the door open. And there they were : Korgan and Laska, both drunk as two bats that crashed into an ale barrel. The hut in question was a storage place for elven wine, and judging from the plenthora of empty bottles lying on the floor the two gluttons had ripped from the racks. Both sat on the floor, Korgan leaning against the wall, while Laska lay sprawled, supporting her head against one of the wineracks while she took another swing from one of the bottles.


"Hey, Vico," Laska greeted. "Have a drink, have a sing!"


Well, singing bawdy songs *does* go well with drinking. :twisted: :twisted:


"So?"


"So?" Viconia blinked. "SO?! YOU BLOODY STUPID ELF, I'VE BEEN TAKING CARE OF YOU FOR THE LAST TWO WEEKS, PUTTING YOUR JIGSAW OF A BODY BACK TOGETHER! DO YOU EVEN REALIZE HOW CLOSE TO DYING YOU WERE?!"


Argh, Laska, what a hopeless patient!


"My Man John had a thing that was long.
My maid Mary had a thing that was hairy.
My Man John put his thing that was Long
into my maid Mary's thing that was Hairy.
"


Viconia shook her head. "Oh, please..."


"My maid Mary then stirr'd it about,
till with stirring and stirring at length it came out,
but then my Man John thrust it in once again,
and knock'd it most stoutly to make it remain;
but John with much knocking so widen'd the hole,
that his long thing slip'd out still in spight of his soul,
'till weary'd and vex'd and with knocking grown sore,
cry'd, "a Pox take the Hole for I'll knock it no more"!
"


And that one was *really* awful! :twisted:


"I don't get what's wrong," Laska smirked. "I mean, I only went out for a drink. Can't blame a girl for that."


"I only went out for a drink. Can't blame a girl for that," Viconia mimicked as she paced the room. "Honestly, I cast my fingers to the bone for you and you risk your life like that. Do you realize just how close to death you were?"


"I know... but I got better."


Hopeless. Utterly hopeless. :twisted: And just wait until I let poor Vicky have Dekkie for a patient, that should increase her sense of desperation.


"That bitch ain't my queen," Laska said. "Just mentioning that. This elf kneels to no one!"


Just like Grignr. :twisted:


"There's usually a good reason why a Drow becomes a sell-sword," Solaufein motioned to a young female Drow fighter wearing an impossibly shiny full-plate and a greatsword strapped to her back which seemed to be slightly too big for her to wield. "Take young Malice over there, for example. Competent warrior, nice girl too, for a Kiaransalee worshipper. But she's, well, a bit nutty, says the wrong things at the wrong times and has a downright obsessive personality, especially with immovable rods."


Vadrak Dekaras: *goes pale* No. No, no, no. Please, no.


"Try to avoid eye-contact," Solaufein said. "At any rate, we're trying to dissuade her from heading to Thay. She insists on looking up an old partymember she met years ago to catch up on old times."


"What's wrong with that?" Laska asked.


Vadrak Dekaras: Everything! Look, just keep her away from me and I will be eternally grateful to you.

"There's already been two assassination-attempts on Phaere, but that's a sign that a ruler is truly making changes. Two of them sent by the Church of Lolth. Rather inept ones, too, which shows that they influence is waning. Not surprisingly, since Ardulace spent all their money on the war. Would you believe that one of the assassins actually announced themselves right at the floor of the council meeting, surrounded by dozens of Drow representatives and their bodyguards. Phaere laughed so hard she missed her own assassination attempt. When she was done laughing, the body had already been dragged off."


:twisted:


Laska removed the cloth and found an amulet inside. It was entirely black, and its headpiece was carved out of smoothed lavastone. On it, an complicated pattern had been etched, depicting the Drow symbol of union and the Despana family crest. There was an air of magic surrounding the amulet.


"It was to be your bethrothal gift," Solaufein said. "But Phaere thought you might be able to put its battlemagic to good use."


Awww.... :twisted:


And then, finally, she had it. Satisfied with herself, she waited for the ink to dry, put the ring and the note in a box and prepared to bring it to Solaufein. She had written three simple words on the paper :


"I miss you."
 


Yeah, some times a few words really say it all. Poor Laska.
Rogues do it from behind.

#6 Weyoun

Posted 05 September 2005 - 09:44 PM

One day i am going to somehow get this story in paperback form and carry it around with me everywhere i go. :twisted: :twisted: :twisted: :twisted: :twisted: :twisted: :twisted: :twisted: :twisted: :twisted: :twisted: :twisted: :twisted: :twisted: Awesome chapter


Thank you! Though I think it'd be a pretty thick paperback, considering I've been writing the story for quite a while now. :D
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#7 Weyoun

Posted 05 September 2005 - 09:55 PM

Well there goes the peace and serenity…


You know what… screw peace and serenity! :D


:twisted: You said it! :twisted:

Ah, a silent revolution. Good moment for it, too, Ellesime is practically powerless to prevent it.


Oh, yes... And she knows it. :twisted:

That, and she just enjoys yelling at people and telling them what to do.


That too. :twisted:

"Oh, get out of here," Viconia snarled. "Idiot surface elves. I'm surrounded by sheer ineptitude!"


Yeah… and where were you, Vic?


Sleeping with the patient's sister. :twisted:

She deserves a bit of a beating… not for leaving the hospital… for singing that horrible song.


Well, at least it wasn’t the Immovable Rod song.


Then it moves.
And then it does... not.
And that is the Way of Immovable Rod. ;)

I think that Laska is firmly convinced that elverquisst is the elven Holy Water. ;)


Laska : You'd better believe it! Even the gods recommend Elverquisst! ;)

Well, that body won’t fall apart from having a bit of a drink, will it?


Viconia : *snarls and shakes her flail* You want some of this too?! :twisted:

*groaaaaaaaaan* This one surely takes the cake for the horrible bawdy tavern songs.


It's perfectly innocent, though. :twisted: :twisted:

Awww… but Laska really shouldn’t push her lack any further… constantly annoying your healer isn’t a wise thing to do.


Not to mention her only healer. :twisted:

We already know how horrible patient Laska is, from that one recent episode when she got sick. :wink:


She's not enjoyable when sick. :roll:

Maybe, but I wouldn’t want to with Ellesime also being there.


Plans for her. :twisted:

Let me wager a guess, the goldies are being goldies, once again? :twisted:


Not exactly. Even the goldies see the benefits of trade, but the problems with the Drow has some elves concerned. There'll be more discussion and voting. :roll:

Uggggggghhhhhh! I hoped never to encounter that expression outside the glorious Eye of Argon… ;)


Hehehehehhehe. ;) Couldn't resist.

Oh, I recognize that nutter. :twisted:


Lovely Malice.

Nooooooo! ;)


:twisted:

Valsharess, ey? I really liked her in HotU… too bad she couldn’t become the henchwoman there, all we got was that boring Drow Nathyrra.


She'd definitely be an interesting companion. :roll:

Kind of a sudden change for centuries long traditions…


Change always begins with one person. Phaere doesn't do this out of the kindness of her heart, though, she's expecting to make a shitload of money. :twisted: She's willing to throw a few traditions away to get there. :roll:

LOL! But what about the Church of Lolth in other cities that they keep in tight control? Would they just look on at Phaere making a power grab and breaking their rule? I wouldn’t be too surprised if Lolth would send her own avatar to restore a bit of an order in Ust Natha…


Well, Lolth didn't respond when Ched Nassad's female rule was overthrown and taken under control by male wizards, so why should she here?

Sometimes keeping it simple is the way to go.


Definitely. It's the Hyneman rule.
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#8 Weyoun

Posted 05 September 2005 - 10:00 PM

That's ok. We can rebuild her. We have the technology... but I don't want to spend a lot of money...


(Cue shot of Laska running with a rake for an arm and a metal garbage can for a leg)


...


You know, like in that one episode of Family Guy? :twisted:


I know, but I'm sure Laska'd like better prostetics.

Laska : I wanna shoot lasers from my eyes and cut stuff up! :twisted:

Uh... she was thinking that people in comas don't usually just wake up and wander off without telling anyone... and that it would probably be pretty damned silly to put someone who'd been unconscious for the past two weeks in restraints...


Uh... Yeah. :twisted: I feel stupid now... :twisted:

True. But that's only because you're exuding it. :D


:twisted:

How strong can that stuff be... you'd think it'd be like drinking non-alcoholic beer...


Are you kidding? Elverquisst can bring the stoutest dwarf down like a felled tree. :twisted: Of course, these two have had a lot of exprience with drinking.

Ick.


I know. :twisted:

"Just mentioning that. This elf kneels to no one!"


You will if someone takes your legs off at the knees. :twisted:


LOL! Bit morbid today, aren't you?

But she's, well, a bit nutty, says the wrong things at the wrong times and has a downright obsessive personality, especially with immovable rods.


I guess the enormous sword is part of that obsession?


Everything Malice does is part of the obsession. If it'd be possible, she's be obsessed with having an obsession. :twisted:

Not to mention that that kind of crap is going to not only get you killed, but get you mangled beyond belief. I mean, c'mon... you hear what happened to that one character in the War of the Spider Queen novels? That was just WRONG.


Uh, no? It has Salvatore's hand in it, so I'm staying far away from those books. FR books are crap anyway.

All the tavern songs mentioned are real, but I have no idea what website I, ahum, liberated them from.


That's fine. It sounds like a very evil place, anyway. :twisted:


Oh, it is. :twisted:
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#9 Weyoun

Posted 05 September 2005 - 10:05 PM

Really Vicky, that's not the way to deal with your coworkers. Sugar works better than vinegar.


Well, you know her, Vicky the tyrant. Especially when she's (secretly) worried about her friend. :twisted:


"I gave her Cakes and I gave her Ale,
And I gave her Sack and sherry,
I kist her once and I kist her twice,
and we were wond'rous merry
,"


OK, that one was actually not too bad.


Wait for it. :D



"Merry my hearts, merry my cocks, merry my sprights,
merry merry merry my hey down derry,
I kist her once and I kist her twice,
and we were wond'rous merry,
"


I *thought*. :twisted:


Hehehehehehe. Lulled people in a false sense of security, I suppose. :twisted:

Well, singing bawdy songs *does* go well with drinking. :twisted: :twisted:


But at least I can understand this song. :twisted:

Argh, Laska, what a hopeless patient!


No regard for her own health.

And that one was *really* awful! :twisted:


Very innocent song, though. :twisted:

Hopeless. Utterly hopeless. :twisted: And just wait until I let poor Vicky have Dekkie for a patient, that should increase her sense of desperation.


Poor Vicky. To be saddled up with such friends. :twisted:

Vadrak Dekaras: *goes pale* No. No, no, no. Please, no.


Malice : *ears perk up* Did I just hear...

Vadrak Dekaras: Everything! Look, just keep her away from me and I will be eternally grateful to you.


Malice : Yes! It's him! Oh, my pretty...

Weyoun : *Turns off monitor just in time* Oh, crap. A brownout.

Malice : D'oh! *grumbles and heads out of the room*

Weyoun : Pst! Coast is clear.

Awww.... :twisted:


:twisted:


Yeah, some times a few words really say it all. Poor Laska.


Yeah, it's tough on her, though.
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#10 Arcalian

Posted 05 September 2005 - 10:21 PM

Laska: The perfect cleavage. *sigh*

Ah, that oh so rare moment of peace and cleavage.

The reforms in both Suldanessalar and Ust'Natha are right on schedule.

And it wont be long till lovely Laska "wakes up" regarding certain other things.
The road to the abyss may be paved with good intentions, but it is those with bad intentions that race down that road as fast as they can.

#11 Laufey

Posted 05 September 2005 - 10:49 PM


Vadrak Dekaras: *goes pale* No. No, no, no. Please, no.


Malice : *ears perk up* Did I just hear...



Vadrak Dekaras: Everything! Look, just keep her away from me and I will be eternally grateful to you.


Malice : Yes! It's him! Oh, my pretty...


Weyoun : *Turns off monitor just in time* Oh, crap. A brownout.


Malice : D'oh! *grumbles and heads out of the room*


Weyoun : Pst! Coast is clear.


You should have seen him - Improved Evasion is very impressive when it lands somebody on top of a bookshelf.

Vadrak Dekaras: *looks gloomy* My life has enough stress already. I really don't need one more thing to add to it.
Rogues do it from behind.

#12 Guest_Userunfriendly_*

Posted 06 September 2005 - 10:00 AM

[quote]Hope you like it. Laska's about to wake up. ;)
[/quote]

be afraid, be very afraid...

[quote]
The young Sylvan chuckled for a bit. Queen Ellesime wouldn't see it that way. She'd prefer to see herself as the city's saviour, even though hardly anybody would agree with her. Ellesime's power had been greatly curtailed as the moon elven delegation from Evermeet had taken power from it and had divided it to a council made up from Sylvans, Gold and Moon elves. And in this council, Ellesime only had a single vote, rather than absolute power. Everybody could plainly see that Ellesime was struggling to maintain courteous as her proposals to rebuild the gold elven center of the city to their former glory were thwarted again and again. Sylvans now once again had a word in the politics of their own city and were using their new rights effectively.
[/quote]

:D :twisted: :twisted: I trust you have something truely suitable for ellesime... :twisted:

[quote]
She checked up on several patients, but most of them were recovering. Then, she moved to the large room, where she was resting. When she was first brought in, she had already received several healing spells, but these merely kept her alive. Her skeleton had been, for lack of a better term, a jigsaw puzzle.
[/quote]

ok, this is where i find it a little hard to believe...why isn't laska shagging lendariul? if she's at all pretty, the first thing laska would do waking up in a hospital bed is to seduce all the nurses.. :twisted: :twisted: :twisted:

[quote]
Lendariul was happy that most of the Drow had returned home. The Drow frightened her. Mostly, one single Drow frightened her : Viconia. The Drow cleric had been barking orders at the healers and the nurses as she oversaw the healing of her friend Laska. She had been the main healer treating Laska, and a veritable tyrant at best, yelling at the healers when they used their spells and shouted at the nurses whenever they were too slow to respond.
[/quote]

i think she enjoys shouting the most.. :twisted:

[quote]
A shriek emerged from Lendariul's mouth as she found Laska's bed empty.
[/quote]

have you checked your own? that would be the second place to look for laska, in a pretty nurse's bed...the first place would be...oh yeah...a bar... ;)

[quote]
"SPEAK UP, YOU INSIPID GIRL! WHY DON'T YOU KNOW THIS? WEREN'T YOU SUPPOSED TO BE ON DUTY?!"
[/quote]

all viccy needs is a white short nurse's outfit, and a white leather riding crop.. :twisted:

[quote]
"Merry my hearts, merry my cocks, merry my sprights,
merry merry merry my hey down derry,
I kist her once and I kist her twice,
and we were wond'rous merry,
"
[/quote]

:wink: :roll: :roll: why does it sound dirtier written in old fashioned language? :twisted:

[quote]
"Yes, well, like I said, I went looking for something to drink," Laska chuckled. "And I ran into Korgan along the way."
[/quote]

it really was inevitable... ;)

[quote]
Viconia just shook her head. "This is unbelievable," she said while Khittix strolled over to Laska to be petted. The semi-drunken elf was only too happy to oblidge.
[/quote]

kitty! :roll:

[quote]
"My Man John had a thing that was long.
My maid Mary had a thing that was hairy.
My Man John put his thing that was Long
into my maid Mary's thing that was Hairy.
"
[/quote]

[quote]
Viconia shook her head. "Oh, please..."
[/quote]

[quote]
"My maid Mary then stirr'd it about,
till with stirring and stirring at length it came out,
but then my Man John thrust it in once again,
and knock'd it most stoutly to make it remain;
but John with much knocking so widen'd the hole,
that his long thing slip'd out still in spight of his soul,
'till weary'd and vex'd and with knocking grown sore,
cry'd, "a Pox take the Hole for I'll knock it no more"!
"
[/quote]

oh dear god...that's it!!! make ellesime listen to the two of them sing dirty tavern songs for eternity!!! :twisted:

[quote]
"I know... but I got better."
[/quote]

laska, I didn't know you were a newt...

[quote]
Viconia sighed deeply. "Very well, you can go out for an hour or so, but then it's back to bed. Like I said, you still need rest. I'll take care of Imoen here."
[/quote]

i bet she will... :twisted:

[quote]
She felt she could live here and be happy.
[/quote]

yeah, right...you'd be bored spitless in less than a month..

[quote]
"There's already been two assassination-attempts on Phaere, but that's a sign that a ruler is truly making changes. Two of them sent by the Church of Lolth. Rather inept ones, too, which shows that they influence is waning. Not surprisingly, since Ardulace spent all their money on the war. Would you believe that one of the assassins actually announced themselves right at the floor of the council meeting, surrounded by dozens of Drow representatives and their bodyguards. Phaere laughed so hard she missed her own assassination attempt. When she was done laughing, the body had already been dragged off."
[/quote]

actually assassination attemps are a drow sign of respect... ;) where did they hire those clowns? that's what you get for using two for one assassin coupons... ;)

[quote]
Solaufein smiled. "They do. And so will I. She's appointed me to be one of her advisors and captain of the city's defense guard. We will make sure she doesn't withdraw herself too much. And she has been spending an inordinate amount of time with her mother's harem... anything to keep herself busy, it seems. She'll be alright, she's just a bit... down at the moment."
[/quote]

oh...she likes being on the bottom??? :twisted: :twisted: :twisted:

[quote]
[quote]
"I miss you."
 
[/quote]

:D :P :cry:

[quote]
All the tavern songs mentioned are real, but I have no idea what website I, ahum, liberated them from. ;)[/quote]

i hope we find out what happens to ellesime soon! Yay!!! :roll: ;) ;)

#13 Weyoun

Posted 08 September 2005 - 05:56 PM

Laska: The perfect cleavage. *sigh*


Ah, that oh so rare moment of peace and cleavage.


She'll have some more time to relax, but not too long. :lol:

The reforms in both Suldanessalar and Ust'Natha are right on schedule.


Definitely so. Change is needed, especailly after all the war and fighting.

And it wont be long till lovely Laska "wakes up" regarding certain other things.


Nope. :P
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#14 Weyoun

Posted 08 September 2005 - 06:04 PM

be afraid, be very afraid...


:lol:

:P :D :( I trust you have something truely suitable for ellesime... :D


Oh, yessssss.... Don't worry. :)

ok, this is where i find it a little hard to believe...why isn't laska shagging lendariul? if she's at all pretty, the first thing laska would do waking up in a hospital bed is to seduce all the nurses.. :D :D :P


Because there's something even more alluring after having been in a coma for 2 weeks. :)

have you checked your own? that would be the second place to look for laska, in a pretty nurse's bed...the first place would be...oh yeah...a bar... :roll:


Yup. :)

all viccy needs is a white short nurse's outfit, and a white leather riding crop.. :)


:( Whoa. Uh... Actually, uh... Yum! :D :D


"Merry my hearts, merry my cocks, merry my sprights,
merry merry merry my hey down derry,
I kist her once and I kist her twice,
and we were wond'rous merry,
"


B) :oops: :oops: why does it sound dirtier written in old fashioned language? :D


cocks does mean roosters here. ;)

kitty! :wink:


Definitely cute! :)

oh dear god...that's it!!! make ellesime listen to the two of them sing dirty tavern songs for eternity!!! :D


I think that'd be more horrible for Korgan and Laska in the end. :)

i bet she will... :D


:)

yeah, right...you'd be bored spitless in less than a month..


Exactly... but at least she'll be bored and have a nice view of the woods. :)

actually assassination attemps are a drow sign of respect... :roll: where did they hire those clowns? that's what you get for using two for one assassin coupons... :roll:


Basically, Ardulace spent all of the church of Lolth's money on the war. :) They hardly have any funds for proper assassins. :)

oh...she likes being on the bottom??? :( :( :(


Down as in depressed. :) ;)

i hope we find out what happens to ellesime soon! Yay!!! :wink: :wink: :wink:


Be a bit, but not all that long. :)
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#15 Guest_Kulyok_*

Posted 19 September 2005 - 12:06 PM

I've started commenting on your story four times (!) today, and every time I've been either called away, had to peruse a document or to do somethning 'really important.' :P Damn! What can be more important than commenting?

Hope I'll *not* be interrupted this time.

Nurse Lendariul Goodberry strolled from her home into the center of the Suldenesselar. It had been two weeks since the attack was thwarted, and the elves were still busy cleaning up the rubble that was left. Many of the center buildings had been ravaged and were uninhabitable, not to mention the terrible losses the elves had taken.


*sniff*

The young Sylvan chuckled for a bit. Queen Ellesime wouldn't see it that way. She'd prefer to see herself as the city's saviour, even though hardly anybody would agree with her. Ellesime's power had been greatly curtailed as the moon elven delegation from Evermeet had taken power from it and had divided it to a council made up from Sylvans, Gold and Moon elves. And in this council, Ellesime only had a single vote, rather than absolute power. Everybody could plainly see that Ellesime was struggling to maintain courteous as her proposals to rebuild the gold elven center of the city to their former glory were thwarted again and again. Sylvans now once again had a word in the politics of their own city and were using their new rights effectively.


Sylvans... hmm. I don't know, I prefer Moonies, actually. They're sexier. :twisted: Between Coran/Kivan and Xan I'd definitely choose the latter.

Lendariul was happy that most of the Drow had returned home. The Drow frightened her. Mostly, one single Drow frightened her : Viconia. The Drow cleric had been barking orders at the healers and the nurses as she oversaw the healing of her friend Laska. She had been the main healer treating Laska, and a veritable tyrant at best, yelling at the healers when they used their spells and shouted at the nurses whenever they were too slow to respond.


Does it remind me of someone? Yeah... Laufey can get really snappy after a 36-hour duty... *dodges a fireball*

A shriek emerged from Lendariul's mouth as she found Laska's bed empty.


Viccy would be FURIOUS!

"SHE COULD BE SLEEPWALKING AND STRUT RIGHT OFF ONE OF THE PLATFORMS!" Viconia shouted. "WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?!"


Well, there's a mythal, and it's more or less alive, so it could grant Laska feather-fall.

"I gave her Cakes and I gave her Ale,
And I gave her Sack and sherry,
I kist her once and I kist her twice,
and we were wond'rous merry
,"


It's nice, actually. Btw, is "kist" instead of "kissed" an older spelling?

"AHAH!" snarled Viconia as she threw the door open. And there they were : Korgan and Laska, both drunk as two bats that crashed into an ale barrel. The hut in question was a storage place for elven wine, and judging from the plenthora of empty bottles lying on the floor the two gluttons had ripped from the racks. Both sat on the floor, Korgan leaning against the wall, while Laska lay sprawled, supporting her head against one of the wineracks while she took another swing from one of the bottles.


AWWWWW!

"My Man John had a thing that was long.
My maid Mary had a thing that was hairy.
My Man John put his thing that was Long
into my maid Mary's thing that was Hairy.
"


Oh. How... original. :shock:

"My maid Mary then stirr'd it about,
till with stirring and stirring at length it came out,
but then my Man John thrust it in once again,
and knock'd it most stoutly to make it remain;
but John with much knocking so widen'd the hole,
that his long thing slip'd out still in spight of his soul,
'till weary'd and vex'd and with knocking grown sore,
cry'd, "a Pox take the Hole for I'll knock it no more"!
"


*groan*

Viconia sighed deeply. "Very well, you can go out for an hour or so, but then it's back to bed. Like I said, you still need rest. I'll take care of Imoen here."


Take care? Hmm...

She felt she could live here and be happy.

Laska had never been among so many other elves, and now that the city was no longer under attack, this could actually sink in for the first time. She hoped she could learn much from her elven brothers and sisters during her stay here.


Yes, it's actually a beautiful city in the game. If only it didn't use Imnesvale game music... :P

Then she saw someone she recognized : Solaufein was staring at the moon at the platform's railing.

"Hello," Laska greeted and Solaufein turned around.

"Ah," he smiled. "I recognize the voice, but not the body. I don't think I'll ever get used to you as a surface elf."


LOL! :P :D ;) Weyoun, do you yourself know how hilarious it sounds? Cool! (Not recognize LASKA's body, pheh!)

"There's usually a good reason why a Drow becomes a sell-sword," Solaufein motioned to a young female Drow fighter wearing an impossibly shiny full-plate and a greatsword strapped to her back which seemed to be slightly too big for her to wield. "Take young Malice over there, for example. Competent warrior, nice girl too, for a Kiaransalee worshipper. But she's, well, a bit nutty, says the wrong things at the wrong times and has a downright obsessive personality, especially with immovable rods."


Didn't understand this one, I'm afraid. An inside joke, perhaps?

"The commoners love her," Solaufein said. "The Lolth-worshippers hate her. Her first act after ending the war was an edict of religious freedom. Unprecedented in Drow society. All of a sudden, all Drow gods are allowed to be freely worshipped out in the open. The handmaidens were very angry when they suddenly had to share their giant temple with priests and worshippers of Ghaunaduar, Kiaransalee, Vhaerun and Eilistraee. Every religion has been given its own corner in the temple. And I'm happy to tell you that Eilistraee is a favorite among the commoners, and is currently the fastest growing religion in Ust Natha."


Matron Ardulace(turning in her grave): The horror! Now, where is my tentacle rod...

"I miss you."


Aw?

#16 Weyoun

Posted 19 September 2005 - 09:57 PM

I've started commenting on your story four times (!) today, and every time I've been either called away, had to peruse a document or to do somethning 'really important.' :D Damn! What can be more important than commenting?


Thanks for your persistance! :)

Sylvans... hmm. I don't know, I prefer Moonies, actually. They're sexier. :twisted: Between Coran/Kivan and Xan I'd definitely choose the latter.


I'd go for the moonies. They're a lot more fun. :)

Does it remind me of someone? Yeah... Laufey can get really snappy after a 36-hour duty... *dodges a fireball*


Uh, no, no, any likeness of any person, alive or dead, is based on pure coincidence. :)

Well, I dodged that fireball. :) No, just kidding.

Viccy would be FURIOUS!


Mwuahahah, yes. ;)

Well, there's a mythal, and it's more or less alive, so it could grant Laska feather-fall.


Well, it certainly didn't stop her from taking a tumble down the tree of life. :)

"I gave her Cakes and I gave her Ale,
And I gave her Sack and sherry,
I kist her once and I kist her twice,
and we were wond'rous merry
,"


It's nice, actually. Btw, is "kist" instead of "kissed" an older spelling?


It's an old medieval drinking song. More odd language in there. :)

AWWWWW!


They're having fun. :)

"My Man John had a thing that was long.
My maid Mary had a thing that was hairy.
My Man John put his thing that was Long
into my maid Mary's thing that was Hairy.
"


Oh. How... original. :)


This one's from the late 18th century. :)

"My maid Mary then stirr'd it about,
till with stirring and stirring at length it came out,
but then my Man John thrust it in once again,
and knock'd it most stoutly to make it remain;
but John with much knocking so widen'd the hole,
that his long thing slip'd out still in spight of his soul,
'till weary'd and vex'd and with knocking grown sore,
cry'd, "a Pox take the Hole for I'll knock it no more"!
"


*groan*


It's all a very innocent song. :)

Viconia sighed deeply. "Very well, you can go out for an hour or so, but then it's back to bed. Like I said, you still need rest. I'll take care of Imoen here."


Take care? Hmm...


No pun intended. :? :)

Yes, it's actually a beautiful city in the game. If only it didn't use Imnesvale game music... :lol:


Bioware really captured the elf-ness... Or gold-elf-ness, at least. There should have been a few more houses that were built inside the trees, but otherwise it was lovely.

LOL! :) :lol: ;) Weyoun, do you yourself know how hilarious it sounds? Cool! (Not recognize LASKA's body, pheh!)


:) Well, that skin/hair switch must really look odd to Solaufein. ;)

"There's usually a good reason why a Drow becomes a sell-sword," Solaufein motioned to a young female Drow fighter wearing an impossibly shiny full-plate and a greatsword strapped to her back which seemed to be slightly too big for her to wield. "Take young Malice over there, for example. Competent warrior, nice girl too, for a Kiaransalee worshipper. But she's, well, a bit nutty, says the wrong things at the wrong times and has a downright obsessive personality, especially with immovable rods."


Didn't understand this one, I'm afraid. An inside joke, perhaps?


Definitely an inside-joke. Result of a PnP game we had. ;)

Matron Ardulace(turning in her grave): The horror! Now, where is my tentacle rod...


Keep turning, Ardulace! :)

"I miss you."


Aw?


Yeah. Aw. :)
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