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#1 Guest_Cel_*

Posted 05 August 2007 - 06:00 PM

Chapter 78: Emancipation


Within minutes, the men who'd been guarding the cells all lay on the ground, dead or unconscious. A bear and a leopard lay near the entrance to the pit, alongside their keeper; Minsc had apologized to the animals as he had killed them, but had struck down their master with unusual relish, even for him.

"I can pick the locks, but it will take a while," Yoshimo told the slaves. "Do any of these men hold a key to your cells?"

"That one, friend," said a deep voice. A strong arm reached out from between the iron bars of the closest cell and pointed at one of the guards that lay near Ember. She searched the body and found a large, slightly rusted key in a beltpouch.

"That's it!" one of the captives cried. Ember tossed the key to Yoshimo, who caught it with one hand and immediately set about unlocking the cells.

"Hurry!" Anomen urged, peering down the corridor they'd arrived through from behind the half-closed door. "The other guards have noticed that something is amiss."

"Let us handle the guards," the deep-voiced man said, stepping out of his newly opened cell and picking up an abandoned sword. He was fairly short, but muscular, and his bare torso was covered with scars. "I am Hendak, a warrior from the north until my capture by slavers, and I will lead my brothers against them!"

The other gladiators cheered and followed his example, stripping the fallen guards of weapons and pieces of armour. A veritable wall of armed and enraged men awaited the other guards by the time they set foot in the room; they never stood a chance.

"We are free, my brothers!" Hendak cried. "Go, now, and free the women! Hendak will strike his blade into the heart of our so-called owner, so that he shall never trouble you again!"

As the other freed slaves stormed out of the room, Hendak turned to Ember and her companions. "I thank you truly, my friends, for what you have done, but I must ask one more thing of you. The slavers that sold us to Lehtinan have many children, yet, that they retain as slaves in their compound. I would ask you to free those children while we do what must be done in this place."

"More children?! Boo is outraged by the evil that leaps about this city like a hot-footed weasel!" Minsc bellowed. "We must free the little ones!"

"We'll do whatever we can," Ember said.

"Ah, I knew you would not let me down!" Hendak exclaimed. "The slavers reside in a nearby building. There is a secret passage that leads from their base through the sewers and straight to this room, but I do not know how to open it."

"Allow me," Yoshimo said. He walked up to one of the walls and pressed his palm against a slighty chipped brick in it. There was a soft click, and a section of the wall, wide enough for two to walk abreast, fell open like any hinged door.

Hendak laughed. "You start well! Good fortune to you, friends, and may the Gods aid your task," he said. "I must go now. Lehtinan will feel the cold swiftness of my blade!" The former slave hurried down the corridor that led back towards the inn, sword in hand and ready for blood.

---

The course of the hidden path was found easily enough; myriads of feet had worn a distinct trail through the debris that littered the sewers. At one point, Ember and her companions passed a grisly marker; a skeleton in rags, its hands still bound by rusty shackles, sat propped up against a wall.

The stench was unbelievable.

The path did not follow the main sewer canals, but it was more than close enough to them, and the nearby corridors were patrolled by sewer creatures. A small band of kobolds ran away as the group approached, but there were many slimes, too, and they had no such impulses; the small group was forced to stop and destroy every single slime and jelly that sensed their passing.

At one point, near a massive sewage drain, the group was attacked by a filthy, tentacle-limbed creature, identical to the one Ember and Minsc had seen in their prison. It seemed to charge them with the same ferocious mindlessness as the jellies, but after Minsc hacked off one of its tentacles, it flinched away and withdrew into a side tunnel, dragging its severed tentacle behind it.

"What was that creature?" Ember asked, staring at the tunnel where it'd vanished.

"Otyugh," Anomen replied. "They are vile creatures that feed upon what they find in the sewers, be it alive or dead. It will no doubt devour its own limb." A look of disgust crossed his face as he wiped ichor from his warhammer. "Such vermin is unworthy of our time."

"Yes, the children await!" Minsc added. "Onwards, Boo!"

After several sharp turns, the path crossed a wooden walkway. Unlike the random boards one usually found flung across sewage channels, this one seemed to be designed to fit the gap it bridged, and it didn't rock or budge as the small party crossed it. The path continued onwards into a chamber with a flat floor and several partitioning walls made from rough planks. At the far end of the chamber there was a smooth brick wall with a large wooden door set in it. Muffled voices could be heard beyond it.

"The end of the road, it would appear," Yoshimo murmured. He quietly approached the door and nudged it open, then peered through the narrow gap for a moment before beckoning the others to come closer.

Ember looked through the door jamb. The room on the other side was large and poorly lit, and at least half a dozen men were in it. Some of them were moving crates, while others were relaxing. One of them wore the dark purple robes of a Cyricist priest.

The door flew open. A large, burly man stepped through the opening and grabbed Ember by the front of her tunic. "Who in the Nine Hells are you?!" he shouted; tiny drops of spittle hit her face. "If you want more slaves, you're going about it the wrong way, girlie!"

Ember raised her leg and kicked. With an ear-piercing shriek, the slaver let go of her.

"On them, lads!" someone shouted.

Minsc and Anomen drew their weapons and moved towards the doorway; Minsc tried to continue onward into the slaver room, shouting about the evil that had dared to lay hand on his witch, but Anomen held him back. "Nay, friend. We must defend the doorway," the Helmite said, and swung his warhammer at one of the closest men.

Ember noticed the Cyricist casting a spell and began to cast one of her own, an incantation with short, sharp words and gestures that she'd learned while visiting the dryad queen. The Cyricist finished animating a pair of skeletons; she spoke the last syllable of her spell and pointed at him. A swarm of wasps, gnats, bees and other insects materialised in the air around him. Half of them immediately attacked their target, while the rest of the insects spread out, attacking the other slavers. The Cyricist shrieked and turned to run, but tripped on his own robes.

"Even the creepy-crawlies won't stand for your evil ways!" Minsc cried, and gleefully cut down one of the distracted slavers. The Helmite turned and gave Ember an impressed glance before stepping out of the doorway and raising a hand in front of the animated skeletons. White light seemed to pool in his raised hand, and the skeletons exploded in clouds of bone dust.

By the time the swarm dissipated, only three slavers were still standing; one was fighting with Anomen, while the other two were trying to fend off Minsc. Gripping her staff firmly with both hands, Ember ran up behind one of Minsc's foes and struck the back of his head. The slaver collapsed, much like a puppet whose strings had been cut, and was followed moments later by his partner.

"How dare you! Why are you out to ruin me?" the one remaining slaver - Ember recognized him as the one she'd kicked - shouted at Anomen. The cleric had disarmed the slaver and forced him to his knees.

"Quiet, you fiend! You have brought ruin upon yourself," Anomen replied. "You are to be handed over to the authorities."

The slaver laughed. "I'm not going to rot in prison over some worthless dregs, and you won't be the one to take me in if I do!" He pulled a dagger from somewhere within his sleeve, plunged it into Anomen's arm, and ran towards the exit to the sewer tunnel. As the slaver reached the doorway, there was a brief glint of light upon metal; he fell dead to the floor, skewered by Yoshimo's katana.

"Where next?" Ember asked, looking around. The room had only two other exits; there was a winding staircase in the corner, and a sturdy oak door, barred with iron, was set in the far wall.

"Boo says that this is just the kind of door that would hide little children from the sunshine!" Minsc announced, and yanked the door open.

A chorus of terrified whimpers came from the other side.

"I think Boo might be right," Ember murmured to Minsc. She grabbed a torch from the wall and carefully entered the dark room. The torchlight fell upon over a dozen small children; the oldest looked to be about ten years old. Boys and girls, all with matted hair, grimy faces, and eyes wide with terror. All dressed in rags. All shackled by their necks to a length of chain that spanned the entire wall.

"You're new," one of the youngest children said. "Who are you? Are you here to hurt me, too?"

A large, hard lump formed in Ember's throat, and her fingers tightened around the torch handle. The slavers were lucky to be dead already. "No, we're not going to hurt you," she said as gently as she could. "We're here to set you free."

---

A joyous mood reigned in the Copper Coronet that evening. The foul Lehtinan was dead, along with most of his lackeys, and the gladiator Hendak had claimed the inn as his own. The transfer of ownership had gone very smoothly; few of the remaining staff members had any objections to the change, especially since the new owner offered to actually pay them their full wages, and many of the former slaves, both gladiators and courtesans, were hired to fill the numerous vacant positions in the inn.

The formerly enslaved children had been attended to; bathed, fed, and clothed in new tunics, they slept three to a bed in the quarters formerly utilized by the companions while the adults celebrated. The swill Lehtinan had served his common guests was replaced with choice cuts of meat, and the watered down ale was replaced by quality beverages.

Anomen sipped his cider and glanced across the table at Ember and Minsc, who were deep in conversation. The young lady had recounted the tale of her being in Athkatla to Hendak as they ate, and the former gladiator had immediately offered to equip them from Lehtinan's considerable armoury. Anomen himself had gained a lightly enchanted warhammer of far better construction than his old one, while Ember had been presented with a fine set of leather armour and an enchanted staff. Minsc had been awarded an enchanted greatsword and a fairly well-fitting suit of chainmail, and Yoshimo, who was currently talking with two of the former courtesans, had received a tuigan bow.

Fate had brought him some strange companions indeed, Anomen mused as he gazed upon Boo the hamster - a hamster! - who was sitting on the table and eating grain kernels. The reports about the disturbance in the Promenade a scant tenday ago had only spoken of one spellcaster; the girl Imoen had not been mentioned. And yet, here they were: a young lady, her addled yet loyal guardian, and their Kara-turan companion, all intent upon retrieving this Imoen from the Cowled Wizards. Their story was far from implausible; as corrupt as the Cowled ones were, Anomen could easily imagine them imprisoning a girl when they should have merely issued a warning, if it suited their purposes. The Order would never had stood for such an atrocity, had it been made public knowledge!

Imoen's incarceration was clearly unjust, and her rescue would be a worthy cause, but... Anomen hesitated. No matter how flawed their conduct was, the Cowled Wizards did act on authority given them by the Council of Six, and it was clear to him that Imoen's rescue would not be effected through any official channel. Could he condone such an action against the Cowled ones? They consider themselves bound by no laws but their own, he reminded himself. And if they do not uphold even those laws, should not their behaviour be corrected, by whatever means necessary?

"My lady," he said, addressing Ember, "would you accept another companion on your quest?"

She gave him a contemplative look. "You understand that I'll do whatever it takes to get Imoen back, right?"

With my assistance, she may yet be retrieved as legally as possible. "Aye, my lady," Anomen said. "It is also my understanding that your friend's imprisonment is most unjust, and against even the regulations of the Cowled Wizards themselves. Extracting her from such a situation cannot be considered anything but a honourable task!"

She smiled, then. "In that case, I'd be happy to have you with us."

"Did you hear that, Boo?" Minsc exclaimed. "Our friend Anomen is going to continue heroing with us!"

Anomen bowed his head towards Ember, a smile blossoming on his face. The companions might be strange, but he knew in his heart that this task would be grand indeed.

Moira would be proud of him.

#2 Guest_flem_*

Posted 05 August 2007 - 07:44 PM

Wait, no... no Lilarcor for Minsc? :oops:

#3 Guest_AlphaMonkey_*

Posted 05 August 2007 - 07:47 PM

"Hurry!" Anomen urged, peering down the corridor they'd arrived through from behind the half-closed door. "The other guards have noticed that something is amiss."


Situations like these are why claymore mines were invented. :oops:

The other gladiators cheered and followed his example, stripping the fallen guards of weapons and pieces of armour. A veritable wall of armed and enraged men awaited the other guards by the time they set foot in the room; they never stood a chance.


Gentlemen? Meet Payback. They say she's kind of a bitch. :D

"Allow me," Yoshimo said. He walked up to one of the walls and pressed his palm against a slighty chipped brick in it. There was a soft click, and a section of the wall, wide enough for two to walk abreast, fell open like any hinged door.


Harlequin: (Shows up with a fist-sized block of plastic explosives in one hand and a remote detonator in her other; she blushes and quickly hides the items in her pack)

Raven: "You were going to crack it with explosives, weren't you?"

Harlequin: "I... thought it'd be faster."

Raven: (Pats her on the head)

One of them wore the dark purple robes of a Cyricist priest.


Spectre: "I have a shot."

Raven: (Frowns) "Normally, I'd say fire away, but I think they oughta handle this one themselves."

Spectre: "Permission to engage, RoE non-lethal?"

Harlequin: "Translation: Let's shoot him in the legs."

Raven: "Negative, guys. Hold fire."

Harlequin: (Mutters) "Mmmm. Okay."

White light seemed to pool in his raised hand, and the skeletons exploded in clouds of bone dust.


Raven: "Hey, not bad... and here I used to think you were useless."

Squire: (Smirks)

Raven: (Snickers and punches him lightly in the shoulder) "Just kidding."

Squire: "We'll see what manner of assistance you get from Delta Squad the next time you find yourself in trouble." (Smirks some more and winks)

Raven: (Grins)

Anomen bowed his head towards Ember, a smile blossoming on his face. The companions might be strange, but he knew in his heart that this task would be grand indeed.

Moira would be proud of him.


Ooooh. That... last line stings a little... but at the same time, well... he's right. She would be. And that stings, too, but in one of those good ways. :oops:

#4 Guest_Ananke_*

Posted 05 August 2007 - 07:54 PM

"More children?! Boo is outraged by the evil that leaps about this city like a hot-footed weasel!" Minsc bellowed. "We must free the little ones!"

A hot-footed weasel... I know that the subject matter is grim and sombre, but, in the interest of Minsc-writing...how does one come up with expressions such as these? :wink:

Hendak laughed. "You start well! Good fortune to you, friends, and may the Gods aid your task," he said. "I must go now. Lehtinan will feel the cold swiftness of my blade!" The former slave hurried down the corridor that led back towards the inn, sword in hand and ready for blood.

I'm always happy about this quest... The first I ever do.

"Otyugh," Anomen replied. "They are vile creatures that feed upon what they find in the sewers, be it alive or dead. It will no doubt devour its own limb." A look of disgust crossed his face as he wiped ichor from his warhammer. "Such vermin is unworthy of our time."

One wonders what he wipes it for... It's not like he's going to sheathe it. :)

Ah. Cleanliness is the path to godliness, I take it?

Ember raised her leg and kicked. With an ear-piercing shriek, the slaver let go of her.

Go, Ember!

Ember noticed the Cyricist casting a spell and began to cast one of her own, an incantation with short, sharp words and gestures that she'd learned while visiting the dryad queen. [...] The Helmite turned and gave Ember an impressed glance before stepping out of the doorway and raising a hand in front of the animated skeletons. White light seemed to pool in his raised hand, and the skeletons exploded in clouds of bone dust. [...] As the slaver reached the doorway, there was a brief glint of light upon metal; he fell dead to the floor, skewered by Yoshimo's katana.

Yes. That's sheer fighting coolness. The effect. The special effect.

Really? I love that they use (divine/druid) magic so casually in a fight. They don't stop before shifting might to magic and magic to might.

"I think Boo might be right," Ember murmured to Minsc. She grabbed a torch from the wall and carefully entered the dark room. The torchlight fell upon over a dozen small children; the oldest looked to be about ten years old. Boys and girls, all with matted hair, grimy faces, and eyes wide with terror. All dressed in rags. All shackled by their necks to a length of chain that spanned the entire wall.

:oops:

"You're new," one of the youngest children whispered. "Who are you? Are you here to hurt me, too?"

...the inner critic in me says that 'whispered' may be teeny angst overkill. Like with the brick? The scene is horrifying on its own?

I fully expect to be overruled.

A large, hard lump formed in Ember's throat, and her fingers tightened around the torch handle. The slavers were lucky to be dead already. "No, we're not going to hurt you," she said as gently as she could. "We're here to set you free."

:evil:

The formerly enslaved children had been attended to; bathed, fed, and clothed in new tunics, they slept three to a bed in the quarters formerly utilized by the companions while the adults celebrated. The swill Lehtinan had served his common guests was replaced with choice cuts of meat, and the watered down ale was replaced by quality beverages.

Bitter cynic: where did they take the quality beverages from that quickly? :)

Awright... they earned it. :D

Anomen himself had gained a lightly enchanted warhammer of far better construction than his old one,

You just know that something is rotten in the state of Amn if a greasy spoon has better hammers than the Most Noble Order of the Radiant Heart!

Fate had brought him some strange companions indeed, Anomen mused as he gazed upon Boo the hamster - a hamster! - who was sitting on the table and eating grain kernels.

Fate? Not Helm? :oops:

Jokes aside, you probably know by now that I love that Anomen actually considers what he's doing. And that his considerations are viable.

Moira would be proud of him.

Oh? A Plot Point?
:)

Hopefully the writer's block has passed?

Here's to the next chapter going easier! :lol:

#5 Guest_Cel_*

Posted 05 August 2007 - 08:13 PM

Wait, no... no Lilarcor for Minsc? :D


**** no :oops:

#6 Guest_Cel_*

Posted 05 August 2007 - 08:21 PM

"Hurry!" Anomen urged, peering down the corridor they'd arrived through from behind the half-closed door. "The other guards have noticed that something is amiss."


Situations like these are why claymore mines were invented. :oops:


Well, presuming that nobody wants the inn to be left in one piece afterwards, perhaps... :)

The other gladiators cheered and followed his example, stripping the fallen guards of weapons and pieces of armour. A veritable wall of armed and enraged men awaited the other guards by the time they set foot in the room; they never stood a chance.


Gentlemen? Meet Payback. They say she's kind of a bitch. :evil:


Gladiators: :D :) :oops: :) :wink:

"Allow me," Yoshimo said. He walked up to one of the walls and pressed his palm against a slighty chipped brick in it. There was a soft click, and a section of the wall, wide enough for two to walk abreast, fell open like any hinged door.


Harlequin: (Shows up with a fist-sized block of plastic explosives in one hand and a remote detonator in her other; she blushes and quickly hides the items in her pack)

Raven: "You were going to crack it with explosives, weren't you?"

Harlequin: "I... thought it'd be faster."

Raven: (Pats her on the head)


Well, if Yoshimo hadn't been there, it would have been :)

One of them wore the dark purple robes of a Cyricist priest.


Spectre: "I have a shot."

Raven: (Frowns) "Normally, I'd say fire away, but I think they oughta handle this one themselves."

Spectre: "Permission to engage, RoE non-lethal?"

Harlequin: "Translation: Let's shoot him in the legs."

Raven: "Negative, guys. Hold fire."

Harlequin: (Mutters) "Mmmm. Okay."


I can't stand Valygar (he talks... too much... like William... Shatner), but I like the way yours thinks.

White light seemed to pool in his raised hand, and the skeletons exploded in clouds of bone dust.


Raven: "Hey, not bad... and here I used to think you were useless."

Squire: (Smirks)

Raven: (Snickers and punches him lightly in the shoulder) "Just kidding."

Squire: "We'll see what manner of assistance you get from Delta Squad the next time you find yourself in trouble." (Smirks some more and winks)

Raven: (Grins)


The smirks! The grins! The madness!

Anomen bowed his head towards Ember, a smile blossoming on his face. The companions might be strange, but he knew in his heart that this task would be grand indeed.

Moira would be proud of him.


Ooooh. That... last line stings a little... but at the same time, well... he's right. She would be. And that stings, too, but in one of those good ways. :lol:


The weird thing is that as I wrote that line, I went from having no idea what this Moira would be like, to knowing exactly what kind of person she is.

#7 Guest_Cel_*

Posted 05 August 2007 - 08:52 PM

"More children?! Boo is outraged by the evil that leaps about this city like a hot-footed weasel!" Minsc bellowed. "We must free the little ones!"

A hot-footed weasel... I know that the subject matter is grim and sombre, but, in the interest of Minsc-writing...how does one come up with expressions such as these? :lol:


In this case, one runs DLTCEP and copies the line directly from his dialogue file :wink:

Hendak laughed. "You start well! Good fortune to you, friends, and may the Gods aid your task," he said. "I must go now. Lehtinan will feel the cold swiftness of my blade!" The former slave hurried down the corridor that led back towards the inn, sword in hand and ready for blood.

I'm always happy about this quest... The first I ever do.


Me too. (Okay, so usually I rescue Aerie first of all, but... :) )

"Otyugh," Anomen replied. "They are vile creatures that feed upon what they find in the sewers, be it alive or dead. It will no doubt devour its own limb." A look of disgust crossed his face as he wiped ichor from his warhammer. "Such vermin is unworthy of our time."

One wonders what he wipes it for... It's not like he's going to sheathe it. :P

Ah. Cleanliness is the path to godliness, I take it?


Doubly so for Helmites :)

Ember raised her leg and kicked. With an ear-piercing shriek, the slaver let go of her.

Go, Ember!


Ember: :oops:

Ember noticed the Cyricist casting a spell and began to cast one of her own, an incantation with short, sharp words and gestures that she'd learned while visiting the dryad queen. [...] The Helmite turned and gave Ember an impressed glance before stepping out of the doorway and raising a hand in front of the animated skeletons. White light seemed to pool in his raised hand, and the skeletons exploded in clouds of bone dust. [...] As the slaver reached the doorway, there was a brief glint of light upon metal; he fell dead to the floor, skewered by Yoshimo's katana.

Yes. That's sheer fighting coolness. The effect. The special effect.


So you approve of the fight editing, then?

Really? I love that they use (divine/druid) magic so casually in a fight. They don't stop before shifting might to magic and magic to might.


Did you ever notice how their weapons disappear from their hands when anyone casts a spell in the game? (I've decided that most of the spells can be cast with one hand if need be :) )

"I think Boo might be right," Ember murmured to Minsc. She grabbed a torch from the wall and carefully entered the dark room. The torchlight fell upon over a dozen small children; the oldest looked to be about ten years old. Boys and girls, all with matted hair, grimy faces, and eyes wide with terror. All dressed in rags. All shackled by their necks to a length of chain that spanned the entire wall.

:evil:


Slavery isn't pretty.

"You're new," one of the youngest children whispered. "Who are you? Are you here to hurt me, too?"

...the inner critic in me says that 'whispered' may be teeny angst overkill. Like with the brick? The scene is horrifying on its own?

I fully expect to be overruled.


Let me consider it :)

A large, hard lump formed in Ember's throat, and her fingers tightened around the torch handle. The slavers were lucky to be dead already. "No, we're not going to hurt you," she said as gently as she could. "We're here to set you free."

:)


It was around the time I reached this paragraph that I started to enjoy writing this §%/%#"! chapter :)

The formerly enslaved children had been attended to; bathed, fed, and clothed in new tunics, they slept three to a bed in the quarters formerly utilized by the companions while the adults celebrated. The swill Lehtinan had served his common guests was replaced with choice cuts of meat, and the watered down ale was replaced by quality beverages.

Bitter cynic: where did they take the quality beverages from that quickly? :P


From the stash Lehtinan kept for his special customers, of course.

Awright... they earned it. :oops:


:D

Anomen himself had gained a lightly enchanted warhammer of far better construction than his old one,

You just know that something is rotten in the state of Amn if a greasy spoon has better hammers than the Most Noble Order of the Radiant Heart!


The way I see it, when he's on his 'prove his worth' solo quest, he is left to his own devices with regards to what gear he is to use. Since Anomen isn't working on much of a budget, he's been seeking glory with a regular old warhammer and wearing a suit of chainmail.

Fate had brought him some strange companions indeed, Anomen mused as he gazed upon Boo the hamster - a hamster! - who was sitting on the table and eating grain kernels.

Fate? Not Helm? :D


Nah, he won't give Helm the credit until he reaches the 'this ill formed group is better than I imagined' stage :D

Jokes aside, you probably know by now that I love that Anomen actually considers what he's doing. And that his considerations are viable.


Yes, I know :) Thank you :)

Moira would be proud of him.

Oh? A Plot Point?
:(


Of a sorts, I guess. It fit to have him think that, so...

Hopefully the writer's block has passed?


Hopefully *glares at it*

Here's to the next chapter going easier! :)


I think I'll spend some time playing through the game before I try :D

#8 Guest_Futurist_*

Posted 06 August 2007 - 04:54 AM

Within minutes, the men who'd been guarding the cells all lay on the ground, dead or unconscious. A bear and a leopard lay near the entrance to the pit, alongside their keeper; Minsc had apologized to the animals as he had killed them, but had struck down their master with unusual relish, even for him.


Ah, the entire ranger vs evil ranger thing I suppose.

As the other freed slaves stormed out of the room, Hendak turned to Ember and her companions. "I thank you truly, my friends, for what you have done, but I must ask one more thing of you. The slavers that sold us to Lehtinan have many children, yet, that they retain as slaves in their compound. I would ask you to free those children while we do what must be done in this place."

"More children?! Boo is outraged by the evil that leaps about this city like a hot-footed weasel!" Minsc bellowed. "We must free the little ones!"


Ah, his analogies are so colorful.

The door flew open. A large, burly man stepped through the opening and grabbed Ember by the front of her tunic. "Who in the Nine Hells are you?!" he shouted; tiny drops of spittle hit her face. "If you want more slaves, you're going about it the wrong way, girlie!"

Ember raised her leg and kicked. With an ear-piercing shriek, the slaver let go of her.


Heh, how fitting.

"Even the creepy-crawlies won't stand for your evil ways!" Minsc cried, and gleefully cut down one of the distracted slavers. The Helmite turned and gave Ember an impressed glance before stepping out of the doorway and raising a hand in front of the animated skeletons. White light seemed to pool in his raised hand, and the skeletons exploded in clouds of bone dust.


Ah, nice.

"I think Boo might be right," Ember murmured to Minsc. She grabbed a torch from the wall and carefully entered the dark room. The torchlight fell upon over a dozen small children; the oldest looked to be about ten years old. Boys and girls, all with matted hair, grimy faces, and eyes wide with terror. All dressed in rags. All shackled by their necks to a length of chain that spanned the entire wall.

"You're new," one of the youngest children whispered. "Who are you? Are you here to hurt me, too?"


:oops:

The formerly enslaved children had been attended to; bathed, fed, and clothed in new tunics, they slept three to a bed in the quarters formerly utilized by the companions while the adults celebrated. The swill Lehtinan had served his common guests was replaced with choice cuts of meat, and the watered down ale was replaced by quality beverages.


I dare say that it is a huge improvment.

With my assistance, she may yet be retrieved as legally as possible. "Aye, my lady," Anomen said. "It is also my understanding that your friend's imprisonment is most unjust, and against even the regulations of the Cowled Wizards themselves. Extracting her from such a situation cannot be considered anything but a honourable task!"


A very legal outbreak from an asylum!

Anomen bowed his head towards Ember, a smile blossoming on his face. The companions might be strange, but he knew in his heart that this task would be grand indeed.

Moira would be proud of him.


Will she be around to be proud?

#9 Guest_Cel_*

Posted 06 August 2007 - 06:30 AM


Within minutes, the men who'd been guarding the cells all lay on the ground, dead or unconscious. A bear and a leopard lay near the entrance to the pit, alongside their keeper; Minsc had apologized to the animals as he had killed them, but had struck down their master with unusual relish, even for him.


Ah, the entire ranger vs evil ranger thing I suppose.


Something like that. Minsc doesn't like anyone who treats animals like that.


"More children?! Boo is outraged by the evil that leaps about this city like a hot-footed weasel!" Minsc bellowed. "We must free the little ones!"


Ah, his analogies are so colorful.


Yeah, sometimes the game text is more than enough :twisted:


Ember raised her leg and kicked. With an ear-piercing shriek, the slaver let go of her.


Heh, how fitting.


:twisted:


"Even the creepy-crawlies won't stand for your evil ways!" Minsc cried, and gleefully cut down one of the distracted slavers. The Helmite turned and gave Ember an impressed glance before stepping out of the doorway and raising a hand in front of the animated skeletons. White light seemed to pool in his raised hand, and the skeletons exploded in clouds of bone dust.


Ah, nice.


Thanks!


The formerly enslaved children had been attended to; bathed, fed, and clothed in new tunics, they slept three to a bed in the quarters formerly utilized by the companions while the adults celebrated. The swill Lehtinan had served his common guests was replaced with choice cuts of meat, and the watered down ale was replaced by quality beverages.


I dare say that it is a huge improvment.


Basically, the foodstuffs were there all the time, it's just that Lehtinan reserved them for himself and for the back room clientele.


With my assistance, she may yet be retrieved as legally as possible. "Aye, my lady," Anomen said. "It is also my understanding that your friend's imprisonment is most unjust, and against even the regulations of the Cowled Wizards themselves. Extracting her from such a situation cannot be considered anything but a honourable task!"


A very legal outbreak from an asylum!


You know part of him is hoping they can just walk up to the asylum and speak to Someone in Charge and sort it out properly. The rest of him just hopes to avoid as many law breaches as possible.


Anomen bowed his head towards Ember, a smile blossoming on his face. The companions might be strange, but he knew in his heart that this task would be grand indeed.

Moira would be proud of him.


Will she be around to be proud?


Do you really want to know?

#10 Guest_Coutelier_*

Posted 08 August 2007 - 03:23 AM

Within minutes, the men who'd been guarding the cells all lay on the ground, dead or unconscious. A bear and a leopard lay near the entrance to the pit, alongside their keeper; Minsc had apologized to the animals as he had killed them, but had struck down their master with unusual relish, even for him.


Tarant: They're animals... they don't understand anything.

Imoen: That's not true... I talk to next doors dog sometimes and I swear it understand every word I say.

Tarant: Oh, shut up... I can't stand that thing anyway. Keeping me up all night barking...

Imoen: That's it's language...

Tarant: It's not a language... if it is it's a pretty crap language because it only consists of one word... 'woof'.

"Let us handle the guards," the deep-voiced man said, stepping out of his newly opened cell and picking up an abandoned sword. He was fairly short, but muscular, and his bare torso was covered with scars. "I am Hendak, a warrior from the north until my capture by slavers, and I will lead my brothers against them!"


Aerie: I'm always told about how elves look down on everyone, b-but, let me tell you this... Avariel have never enslaved anyone, and we certainly don't do it to our own kind. Not that humans are all bad, o-or that elves are all good... I just... I can't understand how anyone could justify this...

As the other freed slaves stormed out of the room, Hendak turned to Ember and her companions. "I thank you truly, my friends, for what you have done, but I must ask one more thing of you. The slavers that sold us to Lehtinan have many children, yet, that they retain as slaves in their compound. I would ask you to free those children while we do what must be done in this place."


Edwin: Personally I don't see what all the fuss is about. In Thay slaves get well fed and taken care of. Far better than many of the common Thayvian's in fact.

Aerie: H-have you ever been in a slaver compound, sir? I mean... actually been inside one?

Edwin: Of course not.

Aerie: It's... it's not pretty...

After several sharp turns, the path crossed a wooden walkway. Unlike the random boards one usually found flung across sewage channels, this one seemed to be designed to fit the gap it bridged, and it didn't rock or budge as the small party crossed it. The path continued onwards into a chamber with a flat floor and several partitioning walls made from rough planks. At the far end of the chamber there was a smooth brick wall with a large wooden door set in it. Muffled voices could be heard beyond it.

"The end of the road, it would appear," Yoshimo murmured. He quietly approached the door and nudged it open, then peered through the narrow gap for a moment before beckoning the others to come closer.


They managed to avoid that sword... thank the gods...

The door flew open. A large, burly man stepped through the opening and grabbed Ember by the front of her tunic. "Who in the Nine Hells are you?!" he shouted; tiny drops of spittle hit her face. "If you want more slaves, you're going about it the wrong way, girlie!"

Ember raised her leg and kicked. With an ear-piercing shriek, the slaver let go of her.


Tarant: You big-girls-blouse.

The slaver laughed. "I'm not going to rot in prison over some worthless dregs, and you won't be the one to take me in if I do!" He pulled a dagger from somewhere within his sleeve, plunged it into Anomen's arm, and ran towards the exit to the sewer tunnel. As the slaver reached the doorway, there was a brief glint of light upon metal; he fell dead to the floor, skewered by Yoshimo's katana.


Aerie: How sad... even at the end he refused to repent...

"I think Boo might be right," Ember murmured to Minsc. She grabbed a torch from the wall and carefully entered the dark room. The torchlight fell upon over a dozen small children; the oldest looked to be about ten years old. Boys and girls, all with matted hair, grimy faces, and eyes wide with terror. All dressed in rags. All shackled by their necks to a length of chain that spanned the entire wall.


Aerie: It would usually... smell... q-quite a bit, as well...

"You're new," one of the youngest children said. "Who are you? Are you here to hurt me, too?"


Aerie: :twisted:

A large, hard lump formed in Ember's throat, and her fingers tightened around the torch handle. The slavers were lucky to be dead already. "No, we're not going to hurt you," she said as gently as she could. "We're here to set you free."


Aerie: :twisted:

Fate had brought him some strange companions indeed, Anomen mused as he gazed upon Boo the hamster - a hamster! - who was sitting on the table and eating grain kernels. The reports about the disturbance in the Promenade a scant tenday ago had only spoken of one spellcaster; the girl Imoen had not been mentioned. And yet, here they were: a young lady, her addled yet loyal guardian, and their Kara-turan companion, all intent upon retrieving this Imoen from the Cowled Wizards. Their story was far from implausible; as corrupt as the Cowled ones were, Anomen could easily imagine them imprisoning a girl when they should have merely issued a warning, if it suited their purposes. The Order would never had stood for such an atrocity, had it been made public knowledge!


Tarant: I'm sure the wizards would be shaking... but I'm afraid the Order just hasn't the influence that they have.

"My lady," he said, addressing Ember, "would you accept another companion on your quest?"


Tarant: Oh good... he must know somebody.

Anomen bowed his head towards Ember, a smile blossoming on his face. The companions might be strange, but he knew in his heart that this task would be grand indeed.

Moira would be proud of him.


Awwww...

Great chapter!

#11 Guest_Cel_*

Posted 08 August 2007 - 12:42 PM

[quote]Tarant: Oh, shut up... I can't stand that thing anyway. Keeping me up all night barking...

Imoen: That's it's language...

Tarant: It's not a language... if it is it's a pretty crap language because it only consists of one word... 'woof'.
[/quote]

Try living next door to three Siberian huskies that live outdoors.

There is barking, whining, howling, more howling and even more howling.

[quote]
[quote]
Edwin: Personally I don't see what all the fuss is about. In Thay slaves get well fed and taken care of. Far better than many of the common Thayvian's in fact.

Aerie: H-have you ever been in a slaver compound, sir? I mean... actually been inside one?

Edwin: Of course not.

Aerie: It's... it's not pretty...
[/quote]

Edwin: Then it must not have been a Thayvian slaver compound! Although, as everyone knows that slave trade in Thay is the pinnacle of perfection (not to be compared with my own supreme perfection, of course) when it comes to that branch of the mercantile industries, I suppose it would be too much to expect such connoiseurs to deal with the inferior material that is available on these shores. (Barbarians and simians, everywhere I go!)

[quote]
[quote]
"The end of the road, it would appear," Yoshimo murmured. He quietly approached the door and nudged it open, then peered through the narrow gap for a moment before beckoning the others to come closer. [/quote]

They managed to avoid that sword... thank the gods...
[/quote]

No, thank me :twisted:

[quote]
[quote]
Ember raised her leg and kicked. With an ear-piercing shriek, the slaver let go of her.[/quote]

Tarant: You big-girls-blouse.
[/quote]

Slaver: *clutches groin, whimpers*

[quote]
[quote]"I think Boo might be right," Ember murmured to Minsc. She grabbed a torch from the wall and carefully entered the dark room. The torchlight fell upon over a dozen small children; the oldest looked to be about ten years old. Boys and girls, all with matted hair, grimy faces, and eyes wide with terror. All dressed in rags. All shackled by their necks to a length of chain that spanned the entire wall.[/quote]

Aerie: It would usually... smell... q-quite a bit, as well...
[/quote]

Ember: Well, we just walked through a sewer, so we can't really tell.

[quote]
[quote]Fate had brought him some strange companions indeed, Anomen mused as he gazed upon Boo the hamster - a hamster! - who was sitting on the table and eating grain kernels. The reports about the disturbance in the Promenade a scant tenday ago had only spoken of one spellcaster; the girl Imoen had not been mentioned. And yet, here they were: a young lady, her addled yet loyal guardian, and their Kara-turan companion, all intent upon retrieving this Imoen from the Cowled Wizards. Their story was far from implausible; as corrupt as the Cowled ones were, Anomen could easily imagine them imprisoning a girl when they should have merely issued a warning, if it suited their purposes. The Order would never had stood for such an atrocity, had it been made public knowledge![/quote]

Tarant: I'm sure the wizards would be shaking... but I'm afraid the Order just hasn't the influence that they have.
[/quote]

Anomen: But they should, by Helm!

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[quote]
"My lady," he said, addressing Ember, "would you accept another companion on your quest?"[/quote]

Tarant: Oh good... he must know somebody.
[/quote]

:shock:

[quote]
[quote]Anomen bowed his head towards Ember, a smile blossoming on his face. The companions might be strange, but he knew in his heart that this task would be grand indeed.

Moira would be proud of him.[/quote]

Awwww...

Great chapter![/quote]

Thanks :twisted:

#12 Guest_Theodur_*

Posted 09 August 2007 - 08:25 AM

Within minutes, the men who'd been guarding the cells all lay on the ground, dead or unconscious. A bear and a leopard lay near the entrance to the pit, alongside their keeper; Minsc had apologized to the animals as he had killed them, but had struck down their master with unusual relish, even for him.


Letís kill some people and enjoy it!!

(that was the battle cry of some evil goons in a terrible sci-fi flick I watched on my vacation :))

"Let us handle the guards," the deep-voiced man said, stepping out of his newly opened cell and picking up an abandoned sword. He was fairly short, but muscular, and his bare torso was covered with scars. "I am Hendak, a warrior from the north until my capture by slavers, and I will lead my brothers against them!"


Heís a studdly unfettered barbarian, hardened while roaming the plains of the equally unfettered North. :)

"More children?! Boo is outraged by the evil that leaps about this city like a hot-footed weasel!" Minsc bellowed. "We must free the little ones!"


Well, yes, I certainly do enjoy killing people who keep children as slaves. Clearing out that slaver ship is very spiritually soothing. :)

The path did not follow the main sewer canals, but it was more than close enough to them, and the nearby corridors were patrolled by sewer creatures. A small band of kobolds ran away as the group approached, but there were many slimes, too, and they had no such impulses; the small group was forced to stop and destroy every single slime and jelly that sensed their passing.


Like I have been trying to tell you, kobolds actually arenít that dumb! :) (And yes, I role played a kobold this year again)

"Otyugh," Anomen replied. "They are vile creatures that feed upon what they find in the sewers, be it alive or dead. It will no doubt devour its own limb." A look of disgust crossed his face as he wiped ichor from his warhammer. "Such vermin is unworthy of our time."


Yeah, it might just kill several dozen sewer cleaners and other random people, but no biggie, is all good fun. :lol:

The door flew open. A large, burly man stepped through the opening and grabbed Ember by the front of her tunic. "Who in the Nine Hells are you?!" he shouted; tiny drops of spittle hit her face. "If you want more slaves, you're going about it the wrong way, girlie!"


Someone made their Spot, or possibly Listen check. :(

Minsc and Anomen drew their weapons and moved towards the doorway; Minsc tried to continue onward into the slaver room, shouting about the evil that had dared to lay hand on his witch, but Anomen held him back. "Nay, friend. We must defend the doorway," the Helmite said, and swung his warhammer at one of the closest men.


Isnít Ember getting swarmed in the room?

Ember noticed the Cyricist casting a spell and began to cast one of her own, an incantation with short, sharp words and gestures that she'd learned while visiting the dryad queen. The Cyricist finished animating a pair of skeletons; she spoke the last syllable of her spell and pointed at him. A swarm of wasps, gnats, bees and other insects materialised in the air around him. Half of them immediately attacked their target, while the rest of the insects spread out, attacking the other slavers. The Cyricist shrieked and turned to run, but tripped on his own robes.


Insect Swarm is great. Unfortunately my first level 5 druid spell is always Ironskins, just because it immediately makes Jaheira the best tank in the game.

The slaver laughed. "I'm not going to rot in prison over some worthless dregs, and you won't be the one to take me in if I do!" He pulled a dagger from somewhere within his sleeve, plunged it into Anomen's arm, and ran towards the exit to the sewer tunnel. As the slaver reached the doorway, there was a brief glint of light upon metal; he fell dead to the floor, skewered by Yoshimo's katana.


Oooh, I loved that! :roll:

A large, hard lump formed in Ember's throat, and her fingers tightened around the torch handle. The slavers were lucky to be dead already. "No, we're not going to hurt you," she said as gently as she could. "We're here to set you free."


Letís find a better solution than giving these kids some gold and then setting them free to roam the streetsÖ

The formerly enslaved children had been attended to; bathed, fed, and clothed in new tunics, they slept three to a bed in the quarters formerly utilized by the companions while the adults celebrated. The swill Lehtinan had served his common guests was replaced with choice cuts of meat, and the watered down ale was replaced by quality beverages.


The inn went broke next morning.

Anomen sipped his cider and glanced across the table at Ember and Minsc, who were deep in conversation. The young lady had recounted the tale of her being in Athkatla to Hendak as they ate, and the former gladiator had immediately offered to equip them from Lehtinan's considerable armoury. Anomen himself had gained a lightly enchanted warhammer of far better construction than his old one, while Ember had been presented with a fine set of leather armour and an enchanted staff. Minsc had been awarded an enchanted greatsword and a fairly well-fitting suit of chainmail, and Yoshimo, who was currently talking with two of the former courtesans, had received a tuigan bow.


No Lilarcor. Thank the gods for small mercies. :)

Imoen's incarceration was clearly unjust, and her rescue would be a worthy cause, but... Anomen hesitated. No matter how flawed their conduct was, the Cowled Wizards did act on authority given them by the Council of Six, and it was clear to him that Imoen's rescue would not be effected through any official channel. Could he condone such an action against the Cowled ones? They consider themselves bound by no laws but their own, he reminded himself. And if they do not uphold even those laws, should not their behaviour be corrected, by whatever means necessary?


Lawful shouldnít always mean blindly following every law, especially in case of Anomenís more Lawful Good tendencies.

Anomen bowed his head towards Ember, a smile blossoming on his face. The companions might be strange, but he knew in his heart that this task would be grand indeed.


Moira would be proud of him.


He does have a good heart, our Anomen.

#13 Guest_Cel_*

Posted 09 August 2007 - 11:12 AM

Within minutes, the men who'd been guarding the cells all lay on the ground, dead or unconscious. A bear and a leopard lay near the entrance to the pit, alongside their keeper; Minsc had apologized to the animals as he had killed them, but had struck down their master with unusual relish, even for him.


Letís kill some people and enjoy it!!

(that was the battle cry of some evil goons in a terrible sci-fi flick I watched on my vacation :D)


:(

"Let us handle the guards," the deep-voiced man said, stepping out of his newly opened cell and picking up an abandoned sword. He was fairly short, but muscular, and his bare torso was covered with scars. "I am Hendak, a warrior from the north until my capture by slavers, and I will lead my brothers against them!"


Heís a studdly unfettered barbarian, hardened while roaming the plains of the equally unfettered North. :D


In a bearskin loincloth, no doubt.

"More children?! Boo is outraged by the evil that leaps about this city like a hot-footed weasel!" Minsc bellowed. "We must free the little ones!"


Well, yes, I certainly do enjoy killing people who keep children as slaves. Clearing out that slaver ship is very spiritually soothing. :)


Oh, absolutely.

The path did not follow the main sewer canals, but it was more than close enough to them, and the nearby corridors were patrolled by sewer creatures. A small band of kobolds ran away as the group approached, but there were many slimes, too, and they had no such impulses; the small group was forced to stop and destroy every single slime and jelly that sensed their passing.


Like I have been trying to tell you, kobolds actually arenít that dumb! :) (And yes, I role played a kobold this year again)


An intellectual step up from your druid, in other words? :)

"Otyugh," Anomen replied. "They are vile creatures that feed upon what they find in the sewers, be it alive or dead. It will no doubt devour its own limb." A look of disgust crossed his face as he wiped ichor from his warhammer. "Such vermin is unworthy of our time."


Yeah, it might just kill several dozen sewer cleaners and other random people, but no biggie, is all good fun. :)


Besides, where's the glory in that?

Minsc and Anomen drew their weapons and moved towards the doorway; Minsc tried to continue onward into the slaver room, shouting about the evil that had dared to lay hand on his witch, but Anomen held him back. "Nay, friend. We must defend the doorway," the Helmite said, and swung his warhammer at one of the closest men.


Isnít Ember getting swarmed in the room?


Nope. Haegan met her in the doorway.

Ember noticed the Cyricist casting a spell and began to cast one of her own, an incantation with short, sharp words and gestures that she'd learned while visiting the dryad queen. The Cyricist finished animating a pair of skeletons; she spoke the last syllable of her spell and pointed at him. A swarm of wasps, gnats, bees and other insects materialised in the air around him. Half of them immediately attacked their target, while the rest of the insects spread out, attacking the other slavers. The Cyricist shrieked and turned to run, but tripped on his own robes.


Insect Swarm is great. Unfortunately my first level 5 druid spell is always Ironskins, just because it immediately makes Jaheira the best tank in the game.


I don't think I've ever actually memorized Ironskins on any of my numerous druids! :lol: (Since I'm not letting this incarnation of Ember wear plate mail, and since I am letting her beat the crud out of stuff, maybe I'll try it sometime)


The slaver laughed. "I'm not going to rot in prison over some worthless dregs, and you won't be the one to take me in if I do!" He pulled a dagger from somewhere within his sleeve, plunged it into Anomen's arm, and ran towards the exit to the sewer tunnel. As the slaver reached the doorway, there was a brief glint of light upon metal; he fell dead to the floor, skewered by Yoshimo's katana.


Oooh, I loved that! :roll:


Yoshimo: *bows*

A large, hard lump formed in Ember's throat, and her fingers tightened around the torch handle. The slavers were lucky to be dead already. "No, we're not going to hurt you," she said as gently as she could. "We're here to set you free."


Letís find a better solution than giving these kids some gold and then setting them free to roam the streetsÖ


But of course.

The formerly enslaved children had been attended to; bathed, fed, and clothed in new tunics, they slept three to a bed in the quarters formerly utilized by the companions while the adults celebrated. The swill Lehtinan had served his common guests was replaced with choice cuts of meat, and the watered down ale was replaced by quality beverages.


The inn went broke next morning.


You underestimate Lehtinan's stockpile.

Anomen sipped his cider and glanced across the table at Ember and Minsc, who were deep in conversation. The young lady had recounted the tale of her being in Athkatla to Hendak as they ate, and the former gladiator had immediately offered to equip them from Lehtinan's considerable armoury. Anomen himself had gained a lightly enchanted warhammer of far better construction than his old one, while Ember had been presented with a fine set of leather armour and an enchanted staff. Minsc had been awarded an enchanted greatsword and a fairly well-fitting suit of chainmail, and Yoshimo, who was currently talking with two of the former courtesans, had received a tuigan bow.


No Lilarcor. Thank the gods for small mercies. :(


I so despise that sword :D

Imoen's incarceration was clearly unjust, and her rescue would be a worthy cause, but... Anomen hesitated. No matter how flawed their conduct was, the Cowled Wizards did act on authority given them by the Council of Six, and it was clear to him that Imoen's rescue would not be effected through any official channel. Could he condone such an action against the Cowled ones? They consider themselves bound by no laws but their own, he reminded himself. And if they do not uphold even those laws, should not their behaviour be corrected, by whatever means necessary?


Lawful shouldnít always mean blindly following every law, especially in case of Anomenís more Lawful Good tendencies.


That, and he doesn't care much for the Cowlies, corrupt bastards that they are.

Anomen bowed his head towards Ember, a smile blossoming on his face. The companions might be strange, but he knew in his heart that this task would be grand indeed.

Moira would be proud of him.


He does have a good heart, our Anomen.


That he does, every now and then :)

#14 Guest_CrazeeFfan_*

Posted 11 August 2007 - 11:23 AM

Within minutes, the men who'd been guarding the cells all lay on the ground, dead or unconscious. A bear and a leopard lay near the entrance to the pit, alongside their keeper; Minsc had apologized to the animals as he had killed them, but had struck down their master with unusual relish, even for him.



How absolutely Minsc... :lol:

"Allow me," Yoshimo said. He walked up to one of the walls and pressed his palm against a slighty chipped brick in it. There was a soft click, and a section of the wall, wide enough for two to walk abreast, fell open like any hinged door.



*clicks tongue* I could never be bothered to use that entrance. I always just went through the front door.

Ember raised her leg and kicked. With an ear-piercing shriek, the slaver let go of her.



Oww!

Ember noticed the Cyricist casting a spell and began to cast one of her own, an incantation with short, sharp words and gestures that she'd learned while visiting the dryad queen. The Cyricist finished animating a pair of skeletons; she spoke the last syllable of her spell and pointed at him. A swarm of wasps, gnats, bees and other insects materialised in the air around him. Half of them immediately attacked their target, while the rest of the insects spread out, attacking the other slavers. The Cyricist shrieked and turned to run, but tripped on his own robes.



1) In the game, that spell is a lot worse. Or is it the level 5 spell? That one is good. The level three one isn't.

2) Minus the insects and you get what Alika does in most fights. She's got the balance of a legless chicken.

"How dare you! Why are you out to ruin me?" the one remaining slaver - Ember recognized him as the one she'd kicked - shouted at Anomen. The cleric had disarmed the slaver and forced him to his knees.



*slaps head* Um, I wonder! :roll:

"Quiet, you fiend! You have brought ruin upon yourself," Anomen replied. "You are to be handed over to the authorities."



How absolutely Anomen... :) lawful Neutral is definitely my worse alignment.

The slaver laughed. "I'm not going to rot in prison over some worthless dregs, and you won't be the one to take me in if I do!" He pulled a dagger from somewhere within his sleeve, plunged it into Anomen's arm, and ran towards the exit to the sewer tunnel. As the slaver reached the doorway, there was a brief glint of light upon metal; he fell dead to the floor, skewered by Yoshimo's katana.



So *that's* where he's been. I was curious.

A joyous mood reigned in the Copper Coronet that evening. The foul Lehtinan was dead, along with most of his lackeys, and the gladiator Hendak had claimed the inn as his own. The transfer of ownership had gone very smoothly; few of the remaining staff members had any objections to the change, especially since the new owner offered to actually pay them their full wages, and many of the former slaves, both gladiators and courtesans, were hired to fill the numerous vacant positions in the inn.



I've never thought of that - good point!

Fate had brought him some strange companions indeed, Anomen mused as he gazed upon Boo the hamster - a hamster! - who was sitting on the table and eating grain kernels. The reports about the disturbance in the Promenade a scant tenday ago had only spoken of one spellcaster; the girl Imoen had not been mentioned. And yet, here they were: a young lady, her addled yet loyal guardian, and their Kara-turan companion, all intent upon retrieving this Imoen from the Cowled Wizards. Their story was far from implausible; as corrupt as the Cowled ones were, Anomen could easily imagine them imprisoning a girl when they should have merely issued a warning, if it suited their purposes. The Order would never had stood for such an atrocity, had it been made public knowledge!



Again: How completely and utterly Anomen!

Imoen's incarceration was clearly unjust, and her rescue would be a worthy cause, but... Anomen hesitated. No matter how flawed their conduct was, the Cowled Wizards did act on authority given them by the Council of Six, and it was clear to him that Imoen's rescue would not be effected through any official channel. Could he condone such an action against the Cowled ones? They consider themselves bound by no laws but their own, he reminded himself. And if they do not uphold even those laws, should not their behaviour be corrected, by whatever means necessary?



It's interesting to actually read about Anomen thinking these type of things. I like it!

Moira would be proud of him.



:) Aww!

Once again I'm behind on my commenting. Sorry about that. Anyway, I particularly enjoyed Anomen in this chapter, and I can't wait to see where they head next.

#15 Guest_Cel_*

Posted 11 August 2007 - 05:46 PM

"Allow me," Yoshimo said. He walked up to one of the walls and pressed his palm against a slighty chipped brick in it. There was a soft click, and a section of the wall, wide enough for two to walk abreast, fell open like any hinged door.


*clicks tongue* I could never be bothered to use that entrance. I always just went through the front door.


I, on the other hand, have never used the front door :) (In fact, I tend to forget it's even an option)

Ember raised her leg and kicked. With an ear-piercing shriek, the slaver let go of her.


Oww!


:roll:

Ember noticed the Cyricist casting a spell and began to cast one of her own, an incantation with short, sharp words and gestures that she'd learned while visiting the dryad queen. The Cyricist finished animating a pair of skeletons; she spoke the last syllable of her spell and pointed at him. A swarm of wasps, gnats, bees and other insects materialised in the air around him. Half of them immediately attacked their target, while the rest of the insects spread out, attacking the other slavers. The Cyricist shrieked and turned to run, but tripped on his own robes.


1) In the game, that spell is a lot worse. Or is it the level 5 spell? That one is good. The level three one isn't.


It's the level 5 one; I tried to tone down its sheer awesomeness so that I'll have an excuse to not have her use it in every single fight :(

2) Minus the insects and you get what Alika does in most fights. She's got the balance of a legless chicken.


Aw, poor girl.

"How dare you! Why are you out to ruin me?" the one remaining slaver - Ember recognized him as the one she'd kicked - shouted at Anomen. The cleric had disarmed the slaver and forced him to his knees.


*slaps head* Um, I wonder! :lol:


Not too quick on the uptake, is he?

"Quiet, you fiend! You have brought ruin upon yourself," Anomen replied. "You are to be handed over to the authorities."


How absolutely Anomen... :) lawful Neutral is definitely my worse alignment.


I'm trying to approach it as just very law-abiding at the moment.

The slaver laughed. "I'm not going to rot in prison over some worthless dregs, and you won't be the one to take me in if I do!" He pulled a dagger from somewhere within his sleeve, plunged it into Anomen's arm, and ran towards the exit to the sewer tunnel. As the slaver reached the doorway, there was a brief glint of light upon metal; he fell dead to the floor, skewered by Yoshimo's katana.


So *that's* where he's been. I was curious.


He wouldn't want one of the other three to bludgeon him by accident, but rest assured that he did contribute his fair bit. (I edited out the paragraph where he kills the priest of Cyric, for instance)

A joyous mood reigned in the Copper Coronet that evening. The foul Lehtinan was dead, along with most of his lackeys, and the gladiator Hendak had claimed the inn as his own. The transfer of ownership had gone very smoothly; few of the remaining staff members had any objections to the change, especially since the new owner offered to actually pay them their full wages, and many of the former slaves, both gladiators and courtesans, were hired to fill the numerous vacant positions in the inn.


I've never thought of that - good point!


If you talk to the people in the inn after it's 'freed', they will tell you as much :)

Fate had brought him some strange companions indeed, Anomen mused as he gazed upon Boo the hamster - a hamster! - who was sitting on the table and eating grain kernels. The reports about the disturbance in the Promenade a scant tenday ago had only spoken of one spellcaster; the girl Imoen had not been mentioned. And yet, here they were: a young lady, her addled yet loyal guardian, and their Kara-turan companion, all intent upon retrieving this Imoen from the Cowled Wizards. Their story was far from implausible; as corrupt as the Cowled ones were, Anomen could easily imagine them imprisoning a girl when they should have merely issued a warning, if it suited their purposes. The Order would never had stood for such an atrocity, had it been made public knowledge!


Again: How completely and utterly Anomen!


Thanks! :)

Imoen's incarceration was clearly unjust, and her rescue would be a worthy cause, but... Anomen hesitated. No matter how flawed their conduct was, the Cowled Wizards did act on authority given them by the Council of Six, and it was clear to him that Imoen's rescue would not be effected through any official channel. Could he condone such an action against the Cowled ones? They consider themselves bound by no laws but their own, he reminded himself. And if they do not uphold even those laws, should not their behaviour be corrected, by whatever means necessary?


It's interesting to actually read about Anomen thinking these type of things. I like it!


I couldn't have him run off and join a rescue like this without an actual reason that works with his personality and world view :)

Moira would be proud of him.


:D Aww!


Once again I'm behind on my commenting. Sorry about that. Anyway, I particularly enjoyed Anomen in this chapter, and I can't wait to see where they head next.


I'm working on it :(

#16 Guest_VigaHrolf_*

Posted 20 August 2007 - 03:55 PM

Another good chapter. I apologize for the short version of the comments, but I'm so behind I'll never catch up. And continue to write. And stay gainfully employed. :lol:

So... I like this chapter a lot. For two reasons. One, another great battle description. I love your way of handling magic. It's just so elegantly done. And the other thing is I love your Anomen characterization. You really have him down and write him well.

Now there is one thing I am disappointed in.

HOW COULD YOU NOT INCLUDE LILARCOR? He rocks! Sentient psychopathic swords are awesome. :lol: :twisted:

Okay, I like the idea of sentient swords... and there's something about the combination of Minsc, Larry and Boo that amuses me to no end. :lol:

VH

#17 Guest_Cel_*

Posted 20 August 2007 - 09:00 PM

Another good chapter. I apologize for the short version of the comments, but I'm so behind I'll never catch up. And continue to write. And stay gainfully employed. :lol:


Ah yes, that pesky employment thing :lol:

So... I like this chapter a lot. For two reasons. One, another great battle description. I love your way of handling magic. It's just so elegantly done. And the other thing is I love your Anomen characterization. You really have him down and write him well.


Thanks!

Now there is one thing I am disappointed in.

HOW COULD YOU NOT INCLUDE LILARCOR? He rocks! Sentient psychopathic swords are awesome. :lol: :twisted:

Okay, I like the idea of sentient swords... and there's something about the combination of Minsc, Larry and Boo that amuses me to no end. :D


As you probably can guess, the combination Does Not Amuse me :D (Oh, how I hate that frelling sword...)




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