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#1 Arcalian

Posted 08 July 2003 - 01:33 AM

They agreed to meet Cernd in the Druid Grove later on. Tree seemed to take this personally.

"I didn't know you had met Faldorn," Adrian said to her.

"Several times, but most recently after you had journeyed with her in Cloakwood, before I joined you," she said. "But what really galls me is that, I could have stopped her. I could have stopped this from happening."

Adrian shrugged. "Can't undo what's been done. Beleive me, I've rued that more than once. Besheridan....Imoen's capture...Gorion's death. All we can do is move forward."

Tree nodded, but her eyes fairly glowed with hate. In the early mild Amnish winter, with the snow still pattering gently down around them, her half-dryad heritage showed in he hair, which had whitened to match the season. Combined with her expression, her countenance was frightening. Beautiful frozen fury.

Their next encounter did nothing to mellow her mood. A fat, pompous Gnomish merchant stepped up to him.

"I know you, turnip-stealer," Jan had dropped out of character; his expression almost matched Tree's. "Do not listen to this fat fool, Adrian. No tale about him should be spoken. Damnable friend of Vaelag."

"Friend of who?" Adrian stared at him.

"Never mind. I've a feeling you'll find out before we're done travelling together."

"You always did lack ambition, Jansen. It's why your family still squats in the slums. But this human....aye. You are the leader?" The gnomish merchant looked up at him, eyes bright with greed.

"I am," said Adrian. "State your business, quckly. We have a mission to complete."

"Oh, that is what I wish to talk to you about. You see, that fool Lord Logan isn't prepared to do what needs to be done about those Druids. We need to remove them outright. I can provide you a poison to put in their central wellspring..."

Adrian had already stepped aside, knowing Tree was going to kill this unperceptive idiot. But even he was unprepared for what happened next.

Tree began to make a noise. It was probably just an intake of breath, but she was so furious, it sounded like a hissing growl. Adrian turned and looked, and was chilled right to the bone.

Tree was bent half over, mouth open wide, her white hair blowing independent of any wind. She looked like a ghost, or a banshee.

Long ago, in Durlag's Tower, Tree had stolen the energy draining abilities of a Succubus. She used those energies now; she stepped forward and grabbed the Gnome around the throat, and drained him until he was dead. his skin shrivled onto the bone, his irised faded away, leaving only staring pupils. The shriveled, ragged figure dropped from her relaxing grip like a ragdoll. Jan spat on the corpse as they walked away.

The party was silent as they moved on. The Druid insurrection was not the only problem facing the city; Genies had also enforced a trade embargo for some pointless reason. Adrian had decided to deal with the Druids first, a strategy both Lord Logan and Cernd had seconded.

He stopped briefly at the Trademeet Inn, to reserve rooms for when after the crisis was over. But before he could do anything, he met Viekang.

The Bhaalspawn thief turned and stared. "No, not another one! Not now?"

Adrian frowned. "What are you talking about..." then he trailed off. He had grown powerful enough as a Bhaalspawn now to feel it. "So..." he smiled grimly, and nodded respectfully to his kindred. It was meant to be a reassuring gesture; Adrian wasnted no more fueds apart from Irenicus just now; and Viekan'g sreaction had proven his lack of hostile intent. The thought even entered Adrian's mind to invite him to join the party.

But Vikekang was a very paranoid soul; and his own special ability kicked in. Before Adrian's astonished eyes, there was a flash, and he seemingly disintigrated as he teleported away.

The inn was deadly quiet. Adrian stared down at the scorched spot where Viekang had been.

"What in the Nine Hells was that all about?"

-----

With a thunderclap, Viekang arrived back in the tavern in Saradush, where the woman with feathers in her hair currently was. She sighed with relief; she had had to wait for his return before moving forward with her plan, and hiding beneath her fair seeming for days on end, and the forced inactivity that went with it, galled her mightily.

But now she could act. She quickly crossed over to the unconscious Viekang, and cast a spell that would prevent him from teleporting for several days. It was time for her to move on with the next stage of her own plan.

She stepped outsidethe tavern...and vanished.

As she stepped through the planes, she changed to her true form (feeling Cyric's cold eyes on her as she went), and came back to the Prime Material, specifically to the Spellhold Asylum for the Magcially Deviant, off the coast of Amn. She passed through the defensive wards of the asylum as though they weren't even there.

She stepped to the doorway of Irenicus' cell. His masked face looked at her expressionlessly. She smiled with far too many teeth in response, and touched the door once, gently.

It opened and she stepped back.

Irenicus stalked out and glared at her. "I would've escaped without your help."

"Eventually," she replied. "Your gratitued is overwhelming. I will hold you to our agreement regarding the spawn."

"I've never forgotten it. Nor has Bhodi."

"See that you don't. I shall see you again when the time is right...unless, of course, Adrian kills you first." She winked at him and stepped away through the planes.

"Overconfident fool," Irenicus said to the empty space where she had been. "When I have forced my way into the ranks of the Seldarine, my first order of business will be to destroy you."

He stalked down the corridor. An alarmed Cowled Wizard saw him coming, and took to his heels to warn his kindred. Not that it would do any good.

"I cannot be caged. I cannot be controlled. Know this as you die, ever pathetic, ever fools." Irenicus spoke these lines to the Cowled Wizards as he anihillated them, but he was thinking of the woman with feathers in her hair. And I cannot be manipulated, for any meaningful length of
time,
he thought, as the last of the Cowled Wizards died screaming. I shall have you, foolish priestess of a dead god.

Then he turned and stalked towards Imoen's cell.

There was much to do, yet.
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 08 July 2003 - 02:00 PM

Tree nodded, but her eyes fairly glowed with hate. In the early mild Amnish winter, with the snow still pattering gently down around them, her half-dryad heritage showed in he hair, which had whitened to match the season. Combined with her expression, her countenance was frightening. Beautiful frozen fury.


Nice detail about her hair!


"I know you, turnip-stealer," Jan had dropped out of character; his expression almost matched Tree's. "Do not listen to this fat fool, Adrian. No tale about him should be spoken. Damnable friend of Vaelag."


I can't *wait* to see Vaelag dealt with.


Long ago, in Durlag's Tower, Tree had stolen the energy draining abilities of a Succubus. She used those energies now; she stepped forward and grabbed the Gnome around the throat, and drained him until he was dead. his skin shrivled onto the bone, his irised faded away, leaving only staring pupils. The shriveled, ragged figure dropped from her relaxing grip like a ragdoll. Jan spat on the corpse as they walked away.



Brrr... Spooky! ;)


But Vikekang was a very paranoid soul; and his own special ability kicked in. Before Adrian's astonished eyes, there was a flash, and he seemingly disintigrated as he teleported away.


Poor Viekang... :)


"I cannot be caged. I cannot be controlled. Know this as you die, ever pathetic, ever fools." Irenicus spoke these lines to the Cowled Wizards as he anihillated them, but he was thinking of the woman with feathers in her hair. And I cannot be manipulated, for any meaningful length of
time,
he thought, as the last of the Cowled Wizards died screaming. I shall have you, foolish priestess of a dead god.


Then he turned and stalked towards Imoen's cell.


There was much to do, yet.


And poor, poor Imoen. :)
Rogues do it from behind.

#3 Weyoun

Posted 08 July 2003 - 11:30 PM

Tree nodded, but her eyes fairly glowed with hate. In the early mild Amnish winter, with the snow still pattering gently down around them, her half-dryad heritage showed in he hair, which had whitened to match the season. Combined with her expression, her countenance was frightening. Beautiful frozen fury.


Their next encounter did nothing to mellow her mood. A fat, pompous Gnomish merchant stepped up to him.


"I know you, turnip-stealer," Jan had dropped out of character; his expression almost matched Tree's. "Do not listen to this fat fool, Adrian. No tale about him should be spoken. Damnable friend of Vaelag."


Ah, Jan is being exceptionally hate-bearing here. And for a friend of Vaelag that's only warranted.

Tree was bent half over, mouth open wide, her white hair blowing independent of any wind. She looked like a ghost, or a banshee.


LOL! Touched a nerve, I think. :)

Long ago, in Durlag's Tower, Tree had stolen the energy draining abilities of a Succubus. She used those energies now; she stepped forward and grabbed the Gnome around the throat, and drained him until he was dead. his skin shrivled onto the bone, his irised faded away, leaving only staring pupils. The shriveled, ragged figure dropped from her relaxing grip like a ragdoll. Jan spat on the corpse as they walked away.


LOL! Lose weight now, ask me how! :D

Sorry, couldn't resist. :)

He stalked down the corridor. An alarmed Cowled Wizard saw him coming, and took to his heels to warn his kindred. Not that it would do any good.


"I cannot be caged. I cannot be controlled. Know this as you die, ever pathetic, ever fools." Irenicus spoke these lines to the Cowled Wizards as he anihillated them, but he was thinking of the woman with feathers in her hair. And I cannot be manipulated, for any meaningful length of
time,
he thought, as the last of the Cowled Wizards died screaming. I shall have you, foolish priestess of a dead god.


Then he turned and stalked towards Imoen's cell.


There was much to do, yet.


Uh-oh...

Great stuff,
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#4 Guest_Dorotea_*

Posted 11 July 2003 - 02:25 AM

Long ago, in Durlag's Tower, Tree had stolen the energy draining abilities of a Succubus. She used those energies now; she stepped forward and grabbed the Gnome around the throat, and drained him until he was dead. his skin shrivled onto the bone, his irised faded away, leaving only staring pupils. The shriveled, ragged figure dropped from her relaxing grip like a ragdoll. Jan spat on the corpse as they walked away.


That was very impressive. Nod nod - and I always wonder how Adrian always manages to do the right thing being as antisocial as he is ...

But Vikekang was a very paranoid soul; and his own special ability kicked in. Before Adrian's astonished eyes, there was a flash, and he seemingly disintigrated as he teleported away.

The inn was deadly quiet. Adrian stared down at the scorched spot where Viekang had been.

"What in the Nine Hells was that all about?"


See - yet again he is benevolent. Poor Viek ...



She stepped to the doorway of Irenicus' cell. His masked face looked at her expressionlessly. She smiled with far too many teeth in response, and touched the door once, gently.

It opened and she stepped back.

Irenicus stalked out and glared at her. "I would've escaped without your help."


Grunt. Sure you would have ... and you are as arrogant as ever. ;)

"Overconfident fool," Irenicus said to the empty space where she had been. "When I have forced my way into the ranks of the Seldarine, my first order of business will be to destroy you."


Shakes her head in amusement.

And I cannot be manipulated, for any meaningful length of
time, he thought, as the last of the Cowled Wizards died screaming . I shall have you, foolish priestess of a dead god.


Now, that is a statement I would uestion ... Grin. But I like how you write him!

Cheers!

#5 Arcalian

Posted 11 July 2003 - 02:54 AM

>That was very impressive. Nod nod - and I always wonder how Adrian always manages to do the right thing being as antisocial as he is ...<

It's that "enlightened self intrest" thing. Mind you, I *did* orginally plan for him to take the evil path here. That was before Tree.

He has taken the "wrong" side in the guild war, Bhodi's side. And then there's the human flesh armor thing, Silver Dragon slaying included.

>See - yet again he is benevolent. Poor Viek ...<

Adrian: It was more a matter of dealing with the problem at hand. I could always use him now, and elimiate him last, at the end. Mind you, taking the Throne was not my first choice, either. Oh, by the way, give Thea my regards.

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Now, that is a statement I would uestion ... Grin. But I like how you write him!
Cheers![/quote]

Thank you. Any fight between villains is cool, I feel. Which is one of the ideas behind Troupe of Villany.
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.

#6 Guest_Broken Phoenix_*

Posted 18 July 2003 - 02:42 PM

Tree nodded, but her eyes fairly glowed with hate. In the early mild Amnish winter, with the snow still pattering gently down around them, her half-dryad heritage showed in he hair, which had whitened to match the season. Combined with her expression, her countenance was frightening. Beautiful frozen fury.

Oh, nice :shock:

"I know you, turnip-stealer," Jan had dropped out of character

Um, well, not entirely *points at the turnips*


Long ago, in Durlag's Tower, Tree had stolen the energy draining abilities of a Succubus.

Now how do you do that, I wonder..?

Jan spat on the corpse as they walked away.

Yes, he's unusually hateful here...

But Vikekang was a very paranoid soul; and his own special ability kicked in. Before Adrian's astonished eyes, there was a flash, and he seemingly disintigrated as he teleported away.

The inn was deadly quiet. Adrian stared down at the scorched spot where Viekang had been.

"What in the Nine Hells was that all about?"

A justified question, I would say.

"Eventually," she replied. "Your gratitued is overwhelming. I will hold you to our agreement regarding the spawn."

"I've never forgotten it. Nor has Bhodi."

Melissan is the evil mastermind?
Hmm, master maybe, but mind... hmmmno.

"When I have forced my way into the ranks of the Seldarine, my first order of business will be to destroy you."

A good idea.

Then he turned and stalked towards Imoen's cell.

There was much to do, yet.

And so little time... tsk, now that's the villain we like to see: busy, busy, busy.

#7 Guest_Oryx_*

Posted 19 July 2003 - 08:44 AM

Excellent! The Irenicus-Melissan linkup...hmm...




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