Destiny’s Foster Child : 2

Margaritaville


OR


Daddy Dearest






“Is something troubling you Monty?”

Montaron struggled to crawl up the human sized barstool next to Xzar. When he finally reached the top and sat down, he turned and glared at his wizard companion. “Look you escapee from a circus side show, you need to keep your wits about you for the next couple days. These marks we got ourselves are overloaded with gold and I mean to take it all.”

“Marks? Is there something on my face?”

Montaron felt a headache coming on. “…your face is tattooed you great twit.”

“Oh no it’s not,” Xzar said shaking his head vigorously. These are just drawn on. I thought I knew what I wanted when I wanted to the tattoo parlor but once I got there, I just couldn’t commit to a particular design. The burning skull with “mother” printed across it was very nice, a good choice for formal wear…but then the abstract tribal designs were also very nice…very masculine those are you know…and so trendy. Of course, I knew I didn’t want the big purple circle put on my forehead, I mean what kind of person would get that? But after pondering my decision for several hours the artist started getting a bit impatient with me….artists are always so moody like that. Anyway, while I was weighing my options he had an unfortunate accident. Seems he fell on his own dagger…five, maybe six times. So I just drew these on myself to see how they would go and every morning I just get out my quill and ink well and freshen them up a bit.”

Montaron was muttering under his breath.

“Are you counting to ten again Monty? You know, you should really see someone at the temple about this obsessive-compulsive disorder you seem to have.”

“When I say ‘marks’ I be meaning these two fools that have glommed onto us.”

“Oh you mean Khalid and Jaheira? Such a nice couple …though he doesn’t say much…and she well…she usually says too much. I just can’t deal with people who talk to much can you Monty?”

“Try to focus here Xzar, those two fools think your some high falutin mage from Candlekeep.”

“Yes, Zarvoneanthion Estarantai de’Romanesque. Child of Candlekeep, foster child of the wise and noble sage Gorion Weaverblast, hero of Elversully, protector of the lost tome of Vinchay and keeper of the keys of the tomb of Icabod the very wicked,” Xzar recited. “I wonder how they got that impression.”

“Maybe because your names are sound absolutely the frickin same! Maybe because YOU introduced yourself as this guy after you stood there and let that assassin kill him.”

“You must mean sparkly boy?”

This time, Montaron chose to count to ten silently. “…yes…him. Anyway these duffers have got purses full of gold and want to spend it on keeping you safe and happy.”

“Why how very thoughtful of them.”

The gnome bartender sidled up to the pair and set what looked to be a massive sculpture of fruit, fake birds, and paper umbrellas in front of Xzar. “And what will you be having good sir?” The bartender asked Montaron.

“A pint o’ bitters,” He answered curtly and a moment latter a tall brown mug was set in front of him. Montaron barely noticed as he was staring so intently at the sculpture slash cocktail in front of Xzar. “What are you drinking?...No!” He held up his hands and looked away, “...no…don’t tell me I don’t want to know.”

Xzar sipped at an open place on his drink and thoughtfully played with one of the umbrellas. “You know Monty…those two worry me.”

“Just let me deal with them.”

“It’s just that they seem to talk about papa as if they knew him…yet they don’t seem to actually know his name.”

Montaron rubbed his aching forehead. “I just TOLD you…they think you are someone else.”

“Papa’s name wasn’t Gorion, it was Pontaroy. Why…those names don’t even sound alike. And it’s not as if Gorion was papa’s nick name. You remember papa’s nick name don’t you Monty.

“Rat bastard?”

“No, that’s only what Sissy and I called him.”

“Drunken looser?”

Xzar put a tiny blue paper umbrella behind his ear. “That was mommy’s pet name for him. No his friends, all three of them, called him ‘stinky.’ Well at least this Jaheira and Khalid knew papa was dead and that he died *sniff* a tragic death.” Xzar brushed away a tear. “Drowning like that…the shock of it all.”

Montaron downed half of his drink.

“It’s not everyone who drowns in a vat of freshly brewed hops,” Xzar said as his took another careful sip of his drink.

“Aye was sad enough.” Monty gulped some more of his pint. “Especially how he kept trying to climb out o’ that vat. At least until I found that stick to hold him under.”

“Ah memories.” Xzar hoisted his sculpture drink up off the bar. “To papa.”

Montaron raised his mug in toast as well. “Look, it don’t matter none what they call your father. Just think of them as confused. We are going to take what we can get from them and that is that.”

“I think they are more sad and lonely than confused. Why it seems that they have no other purpose in life than to stand around at this inn waiting for young Zarvoneanthion Estarantai de’Romanesque to arrive.

“What be sad ‘bout that?”

“Well it’s hardly a life now. Khalid he just looks like he would rather settle down in some anonymous life and Jaheira….Well from her expression it seems her husband hasn’t been slipping her that elfen magic often enough if you catch my drift.”

Montaron removed himself from the barstool. “Look, you keep playing the goody goody pampered boy from Candlekeep. And once we drain these suckers dry of their gold we will be on the first carriage out of town.” He started to walk away to search for some dinner but turned back and shook his finger at Xzar. “And never talk about elfen magic again.”

So, approximately how many times does Monty want to kill Xzar in an average day?

I love your Montaron almost as much as your Xzar, especially his warmhearted musings about the death of Xzar's father

So, approximately how many times does Monty want to kill Xzar in an average day?

only three or four.

don't ask how amny times he wants to beat, maim or disfigure Xzar on a given day

I love your Montaron almost as much as your Xzar, especially his warmhearted musings about the death of Xzar's father

I've grown quite fond of the little guy myself

You seem to get this kind of dialogue flowing so naturally.

THe hillarious misadventure continues... Ol Xzar and Monty have a gold mine here at leats until K&J realizes that Xzar isn`t the right guy.

You seem to get this kind of dialogue flowing so naturally.

Thanks you.


Sad to say…I actually think like this most of the time

THe hillarious misadventure continues... Ol Xzar and Monty have a gold mine here at leats until K&J realizes that Xzar isn`t the right guy.

Gold mine or trap?

Soon someone will point out to them that Khalid and Jaheira can NEVER figure out what is going on as the Harpers will not take kindly to this little ruse

“Oh no it’s not,” Xzar said shaking his head vigorously. These are just drawn on. I thought I knew what I wanted when I wanted to the tattoo parlor but once I got there, I just couldn’t commit to a particular design. The burning skull with “mother” printed across it was very nice, a good choice for formal wear…but then the abstract tribal designs were also very nice…very masculine those are you know…and so trendy. Of course, I knew I didn’t want the big purple circle put on my forehead, I mean what kind of person would get that? But after pondering my decision for several hours the artist started getting a bit impatient with me….artists are always so moody like that. Anyway, while I was weighing my options he had an unfortunate accident. Seems he fell on his own dagger…five, maybe six times. So I just drew these on myself to see how they would go and every morning I just get out my quill and ink well and freshen them up a bit.”

Xzar! My hero! I hate being rushed into making a decision, too.

“Yes, Zarvoneanthion Estarantai de’Romanesque. Child of Candlekeep, foster child of the wise and noble sage Gorion Weaverblast, hero of Elversully, protector of the lost tome of Vinchay and keeper of the keys of the tomb of Icabod the very wicked,” Xzar recited. “I wonder how they got that impression.”

And I wonder for how long they will maintain that impression…

This time, Montaron chose to count to ten silently. “…yes…him. Anyway these duffers have got purses full of gold and want to spend it on keeping you safe and happy.”

Khalid and Jaheira never struck me as particularly rich… nor they seemed to be carrying an amount of wealth around with them.

Xzar put a tiny blue paper umbrella behind his ear. “That was mommy’s pet name for him. No his friends, all three of them, called him ‘stinky.’ Well at least this Jaheira and Khalid knew papa was dead and that he died *sniff* a tragic death.” Xzar brushed away a tear. “Drowning like that…the shock of it all.”

With two huge boulders attached to his feet?

“Aye was sad enough.” Monty gulped some more of his pint. “Especially how he kept trying to climb out o’ that vat. At least until I found that stick to hold him under.”

Cute.

“Well it’s hardly a life now. Khalid he just looks like he would rather settle down in some anonymous life and Jaheira….Well from her expression it seems her husband hasn’t been slipping her that elfen magic often enough if you catch my drift.”

I think she’s like that all the time, elfin magic or not.

Montaron removed himself from the barstool. “Look, you keep playing the goody goody pampered boy from Candlekeep. And once we drain these suckers dry of their gold we will be on the first carriage out of town.” He started to walk away to search for some dinner but turned back and shook his finger at Xzar. “And never talk about elfen magic again.”

Somehow I just can’t imagine Xzar not messing it up somehow.

“Oh no it’s not,” Xzar said shaking his head vigorously. These are just drawn on. I thought I knew what I wanted when I wanted to the tattoo parlor but once I got there, I just couldn’t commit to a particular design. The burning skull with “mother” printed across it was very nice, a good choice for formal wear…but then the abstract tribal designs were also very nice…very masculine those are you know…and so trendy. Of course, I knew I didn’t want the big purple circle put on my forehead, I mean what kind of person would get that? But after pondering my decision for several hours the artist started getting a bit impatient with me….artists are always so moody like that. Anyway, while I was weighing my options he had an unfortunate accident. Seems he fell on his own dagger…five, maybe six times. So I just drew these on myself to see how they would go and every morning I just get out my quill and ink well and freshen them up a bit.”

Xzar! My hero! I hate being rushed into making a decision, too.

Its good to think about how fashionable a tattoo will be in sixty years…and where it will have migrated in the intervening years

“Yes, Zarvoneanthion Estarantai de’Romanesque. Child of Candlekeep, foster child of the wise and noble sage Gorion Weaverblast, hero of Elversully, protector of the lost tome of Vinchay and keeper of the keys of the tomb of Icabod the very wicked,” Xzar recited. “I wonder how they got that impression.”

And I wonder for how long they will maintain that impression…

Quite a while…not much of a story if they are found out

This time, Montaron chose to count to ten silently. “…yes…him. Anyway these duffers have got purses full of gold and want to spend it on keeping you safe and happy.”

Khalid and Jaheira never struck me as particularly rich… nor they seemed to be carrying an amount of wealth around with them.

Its an expense account…work with me Theo…engage that willing suspension of disbelief already

Xzar put a tiny blue paper umbrella behind his ear. “That was mommy’s pet name for him. No his friends, all three of them, called him ‘stinky.’ Well at least this Jaheira and Khalid knew papa was dead and that he died *sniff* a tragic death.” Xzar brushed away a tear. “Drowning like that…the shock of it all.”

With two huge boulders attached to his feet?

Don’t give them any ideas

[quote]“Well it’s hardly a life now.  Khalid he just looks like he would rather settle down in some anonymous life and Jaheira….Well from her expression it seems her husband hasn’t been slipping her that elfen magic often enough if you catch my drift.”
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I think she’s like that all the time, elfin magic or not. :P

Its also a reference to a consumer product over in this part of the world

Montaron removed himself from the barstool. “Look, you keep playing the goody goody pampered boy from Candlekeep. And once we drain these suckers dry of their gold we will be on the first carriage out of town.” He started to walk away to search for some dinner but turned back and shook his finger at Xzar. “And never talk about elfen magic again.”

Somehow I just can’t imagine Xzar not messing it up somehow.

Of course he will mess up…and somehow things will always work out…comedy is built on such things