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#1 Guest_Lord E_*

Posted 28 November 2002 - 01:38 AM

Tazok sighed and stared at the worn, ale-stained table. A banging hangover headache feasted behind his forehead, and his joints were aching. Aside from that nothing should really have been wrong, but he couldn't help feeling empty and miserable.
Life certainly hadn't been easy on the ogre, but once again he had fallen on his feet and got going like he always had. Only it didn't bring him the satisfaction it once had.

He had been more smart, cruel and powerful than other ogres ever since being a child, and that was why he became a leader. His tastes and aspirations, however, were not much different from others of his kin. A good life consisted of raids and ambushes, eating raw meat, wearing ripped parts of human anatomy on your person, drinking, brawling, murdering and maiming. And after all his backlashes Tazok was in that business again. A feared bandit leader making a good living. Not one accustomed to empty ponderings, he felt annoyed of the emptiness inside of him.

Once Tazok had been a part of something grander. Sarevok... he sighed recalling the human warrior, the arrogant, powerful godschild who had wanted to become a god, a Lord of Murder. In those days Sarevok had been Tazok's superior, and the only thing Tazok would have criticized him of was that in his mind Sarevok already was a god. With that kind of personal magnetism, arrogance and martial prowess he represented all that a divine being could possibly be. Tazok had been one of those who stood by Sarevok when a sibling of his ruined his elaborate plans and his cowardly allies fleed in droves. Tazok had fought the half-orc sibling, her name was Emilia, in the epic battle in the abandoned Bhaal temple under Baldur's Gate city.

Somehow the brat had managed to kill Sarevok, which Tazok still found hard to believe. He had managed to feign death when he saw that there was no hope of living through the encounter, and had run in the darkness of the night, knowing that he would hang immediately if he was caught in the Sword Coast. Those folks were a tad upset about Sarevok's machinations. Tazok had found his way southwards, to Athkathla. He had found a new master, lord Firkraag, who really was an ancient red dragon. Emilia had slain that employer too, but that didn't upset Tazok as much, as Firkraag was just that: an employer. Sarevok had been a cause.

Tazok hated this southern atmosphere, spicy food, the fact that the ale was always too warm. He would have wanted to travel back to the Sword Coast, or perhaps even Icewind Dale. It was just that those people were still a tad upset about that war and iron defiling business.How about Vaasa, then? But if he did manage to travel there... what would he do then? Kill. Murder. Maim. Rob. Build another camp and furnish his command center with bone and skin of the enemies. It was just that he had seen all that so many times already. What was the point of existing, if it was just repeating the same pattern over and over again?

There were also the rumors. That Emilia, that half-orc, had resurrected Sarevok and was traveling with him. That she had been offered the divinity Sarevok once sought, but she had declined and rode with her brother instead. Some even said that Sarevok had found a new purpose, and was a force of good now. Tazok grimaced in distaste. Surely THAT couldn't be true? And why ever would that half-orc brat resurrect Sarevok? They were bitter enemies! Nah, probably just crazy rumors so abundant in these times.

Tazok walked to the bar, planning on another pint in hopes of it chasing the wallowing hangover away, when he saw a huge, bald man with wide back. He stood next to an impressive-built lady with two pretty grey plaits on her back. He squinted. Could he be wrong about that posture?
- "Sarevok?" His voice was guttural.
The large man turned around. He wasn't wearing that wonderful and impressive spiky armor anymore, Tazok noticed. But the eyes still glowed golden and amber. Now Sarevok looked even more unreal than he had before. It was as if a faint glow emanated from him.
- "Tazok?" Still that grumble of a voice, so rich and deep.
- "I'm surprised to see you alive," said the lady standing next to Sarevok. Now that Tazok took a good look at Emilia, he noticed that she was a comely lass indeed. Strong tusks in deep yellow color, jutting chin, big nostrils... her gray plaits neatly done, a smile twinkling in her round, brown eyes. Her traveling cape was adorned with flowers and butterflies.

- "You want some ale?" Tazok said. He didn't know what else to say. The siblings of Bhaal shared an amused look, nodded and followed him as he bought pints for everyone.




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