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#1 Arcalian

Posted 14 November 2006 - 01:43 AM

The shapeshifter Frennendan, doppleganger of slowly growing power, had silently done his part in Adrian's recent quests, maintaining his human warrior form. He continued to do so. But an itch was developing in his fingers, telling him the time was soon. The white palace awaited, and if he did not ask Adrian to confront them soon, there was a good chance that emissaries from that terrible place would find them, instead.

Nevertheless he held his peace, as Viconia gave the flesh armor and the Silver Dragon blood to their suspicious, smirking contract. That one, Frennendan knew, wore as much a false face as he did. No doppleganger this, but a man who hid his true identity all the same.

"He may turn on us," Frennendan said to Adrian.

Adrian smiled grimly. "He can try. But thank you for the warning."

Frennendan nodded. He almost opened his mouth to say more, but closed it again. Wait, he counseled himself. Wait until Irenicus is done.

Frennendan had never forgot the prison that the masked mage had subjected him to, the experiments he'd been forced to endure. He had healed quickly--when his kind survived, they always did--but the memory burned with him still.

But was Irenicus a more immediate danger than the white palace? Frennendan was no longer sure. Inasmuch as was possible for one of his kind, he fretted. He worried.

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Frennendan had never been to the ruined temple, and so it was of passing interest to him.

He watched, face expressionless, as Adrian took Viconia to the temple of the dead god, Amuanator. The Bhaalspawn had already done two separate favors for this god, apparently, one concerning this temple, and one concerning some sort of Beholder cult and a mysterious weapon. He gave it no more thought, though even he was aware of the irony that a former human god of light and a current one of night were in agreement on this particular matter. The gods of his own kind would probably have wondered why Viconia would not stay a vampire; she would have served just as well in that form, if not better. Humans, drow, all those races were strange to Frennendan, even after emulating them for so long.

He watched Viconia kneel before the altar, a stone statue. An orange gold light filled her and she screamed in pain. Adrian went to help her but Anomen held him back, shaking his head. Adrian glared but relented. Frennendan watched, fascinated. Viconia crumpled.

The party surrounded her, watching, as her fangs retracted back into her mouth and her skin returned to it's midnight blue shade. She opened her eyes and gasped, and Adrian swept her into his arms.

The Drow murmured long into Adrian's ear; words for him alone. Frennendan wondered what they were. Surely not just words of affection; something more.

He wondered if he would ever find out.

He wondered if the white palace would strike soon.
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.

#2 Laufey

Posted 24 November 2006 - 07:16 PM

The shapeshifter Frennendan, doppleganger of slowly growing power, had silently done his part in Adrian's recent quests, maintaining his human warrior form. He continued to do so. But an itch was developing in his fingers, telling him the time was soon. The white palace awaited, and if he did not ask Adrian to confront them soon, there was a good chance that emissaries from that terrible place would find them, instead.


Ominous...quite ominous.


He watched, face expressionless, as Adrian took Viconia to the temple of the dead god, Amuanator. The Bhaalspawn had already done two separate favors for this god, apparently, one concerning this temple, and one concerning some sort of Beholder cult and a mysterious weapon. He gave it no more thought, though even he was aware of the irony that a former human god of light and a current one of night were in agreement on this particular matter. The gods of his own kind would probably have wondered why Viconia would not stay a vampire; she would have served just as well in that form, if not better. Humans, drow, all those races were strange to Frennendan, even after emulating them for so long.


Yes, doppelgangers are quite alien beings, from what I've read, he'd certainly have a hard time understanding humans.


The party surrounded her, watching, as her fangs retracted back into her mouth and her skin returned to it's midnight blue shade. She opened her eyes and gasped, and Adrian swept her into his arms.


The Drow murmured long into Adrian's ear; words for him alone. Frennendan wondered what they were. Surely not just words of affection; something more.


Awww. I wish I knew - but I can sort of imagine, which is also good.
Rogues do it from behind.




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