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#1 Guest_The Blue Sorceress_*

Posted 27 December 2002 - 06:10 AM

I changed this chapter quite a bit, as I was unpleased with its previous incarnation. I added more than I subtracted, however, including a scene where Solaufein ponders wood, which I hope comes out a interesting to you as it did to me when I thought it up.

-Blue


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Chapter 20:
Allies
***

It was full night when the Blades finally arrived in Athkatla. The journey had been a full day and a half, and they had not stopped even for a moment. Brynn was not usually inclined to put her friends on the march for that long, but this time she decided that it was necessary. None of the Blades had argued with her, whether because they feared one of her mood swings or simply because they agreed she didn't know.

Weary from travel, they arrived at the city gates. Brynn was glad to see the familiar walls of the city, and she perked up a bit, looking forward to a bed at the Copper Coronet, but the two guards at the gate ruined her mood. Their eyes fell on Solaufein as the Blades came to the gate, and they moved to block his passage.

"Two in one bloody day!" one of the guards exclaimed irritably. "Sorry, Lady Trueblade, but your… friend… can't come in the city."

The guard's companion muttered under his breath, "Is she collecting the damn drow or something? First that damned priestess and now…" The second guard's words trailed off as he found himself on the receiving end of a gimlet stare

"Shut up," Brynn told him, her voice like cold steel. She turned to the first guard. "Tell me why Solaufein isn't allowed in."

"Well... uh... look at him," said the guard. "He's a drow. They're dangerous."

"Do you think I would have allowed him to live, let alone travel with me, if I thought he was dangerous?" Brynn demanded.

"Uh... well, you had that one priestess with you for a while." The guard fidgeted. "I'm really sorry, but he can't come in."

Brynn narrowed her eyes. "Viconia wasn't dangerous either," she said. "It was the actions of people like you, who look and judge without any knowledge, that prompted me to protect her, and I'll be damned if I don't protect Solaufein the same way. He's one of the Blades now, and we have business in the city. Let him pass." An unspoken threat mingled with her words. The rage whispered to her of death, urging her to slay the two guards where they stood and simply pass on her way. There was no one in the streets, no eyes at the windows. No one would know if she killed them. They didn't deserve to live anyway, not if they were so bigoted. She caught herself as her hands began to move toward her blades. No, that was wrong. She crossed her arms over her chest, her hands clenching as she sought to clear her mind.

The guards must have seen her hands as they went for her swords, because a look of fear entered their eyes. They moved out of Soulafein's way, and the Blades passed through the gate into the the city.

"You did not need to do that," Solaufein told Brynn quietly as they made they way to the Copper Coronet. "I would have been fine outside the city walls."

"They had no right to stop you," Brynn argued. "No right at all! You're a good man, but they only saw you for a drow."

"They do have to be careful," Solaufein pointed out. "As you know, my people are indeed dangerous."

"And so am I!" Brynn growled. "I could make the streets of this city run red with blood, but they didn't stop me at the gate. If they trust me, then they must trust my judgment too."

Solaufein paused on seemed to consider that, and then he nodded and dropped back, leaving Brynn alone with her thoughts.


***


At the Copper Coronet it was business as usual that evening. The main room was full of people enjoying the fire and the drink, and Bernard was behind the bar. Brynn led the way over to him and sat down in one of the empty stools there. It was such a nice feeling to be off of her feet that she nearly fell asleep right where she sat.

"Lady Brynn? Where've you been? I haven't seen you here in more'n a month!" Bernard exclaimed. "How's life treating you?"

Brynn tried to think of something to say, but words failed her.

Meanwhile Bernard had perused the group. His eyes bulged a little at the sight of Solaufein, though he didn't say anything, and he smiled pleasantly at Imoen. "I see you've gotten some new friends," he said. He chuckled. "You seem to have more every time you come back here! Eh... but where's..." he trailed off. Brynn turned her head slightly and saw that Jaheira had fixed him with a stare.

"Listen, Bernard," Jaheira said, "we merely stopped to let you know we were in and say hello. It has been a very long journey and we are very tired. Perhaps in the morning, after we are rested, we can share our stories with you."

"Oh, of course, go on up to your rooms; you've got the key n'all."

"Have a pleasant night," Jaheira told him.

Brynn got up off of her far to comfortable bar stool and meandered over to the stairs that led up to the Blades' headquarters. Halfway there a hand landed on her shoulder, and in an instant her lethargy fell away and she whirled to her right, drawing both of her blades. The rage shouted for joy, and Brynn felt a sick eagerness rise inside of her. Steel clashed against steel and Brynn found herself looking through a web of katanas and scimitars into a pair of violet eyes set in an ebon-hued face. She recognized her supposed assailent and put her katanas away almost as quickly as she had drawn them.

"Ah… If I had known that you would react like this I would have been less familiar," said Drizzt Do'Urden, his tone of voice somewhat sheepish. "I merely wanted to ascertain that it was indeed you. You are Brynn Trueblade are you not?"

"Yes, I am. Sorry about the swords," Brynn muttered, feeling embarrassed. Time was when someone could tap her on the shoulder in a bar and she wouldn't automtically assume they were out to kill her. It seemed that time was long past. "Listen... I'm very tired. Do you think... could we talk in the morning?"

"Certainly..." Drizzt looked like he was going to say more, but Brynn vanished up the stairs before he had the chance.

***


Jaheira sighed as Brynn made her hurried retreat. There was little to be done now but smooth over any ruffled feathers and see if any allies could be gained from the unexpected encounter. Of course, any final decisions would have to be delayed until Brynn gave her approval. No doubt the girl didn't want to get any outsiders involved in what she thought was personal business, but Jaheira was certain they would need help. The only thing that had stopped Bodhi from killing them back at Spellhold had been Brynn's transformation into the Slayer, and that wasn't going to save them again. She resisted the urge to shudder at that memory and put on a pleasant expression.

"I apologize for Brynn's behavior," she said to Drizzt, clasping her hands behind her back as she spoke. "We have had a few very trying weeks, and though she has borne the strain well, it has tired her."

"Of course, I understand," Drizzt replied. He seemed relaxed, considering he had very nearly had his head cut off by a jumpy kensai. "I just stopped in for a moment to say hello and thank you again for your timely assitance last year."

"It was the least we could do," Jaheira said. "Perhaps we might go upstairs and talk. We are in need of some assistance, and your help, would you be willing to give it, would be welcome indeed."

Drizzt nodded. "I would be willing to hear you out at the very least," he said. "Just let me tell the others, and we will be right up to join you."

***


Solaufein turned to Nalia, his interpreter for the evening, and asked, "Is that who I think it is?" He nodded in the direction of the other dark elf's receding figure.

"Who do you think it is?" Nalia asked impishly.

"The infamous... er, I rather suppose famous up here, Drizzt Do'Urden." Solaufein had rarely heard the other man's name spoken in the underdark, and then even more rarely without a curse attached to it, but he was famous enough that just about every one knew of the rogue drow.

"Well, either someone's borrowing his name and face, or that's the real thing," Nalia replied.

"I'm rather glad Brynn didn't accidentally cut his head off,"
Solaufein murmured. "I'd like to speak to him."

"Well, I think you'll have to save your chat for after the meeting. Jaheira's going to see if he'll help us with killing Bodhi."

"Ah, well, we'll be in good company then, I guess."

"Yeah, if Brynn doesn't almost kill him again. Would be a shame to lose an ally just because she's a little antsy."

Solaufein nodded. It would be a shame indeed.

The Blades made their way up the stairs, and Drizzt and his four companions soon joined them. There was something of a start that rippled through them when they saw Solaufein, but Jaheira explained, and everyone relaxed considerably. At least, Solaufein thought Jaheira explained, he couldn't understand a word she said, and Nalia seemed to caught up in the disccussion to translate for him. It was like the meeting with the elves all over again, except without any angry glares directed at him. That was a pleasant change, to say the least.

He kept himself entertained by looking around the headquarters' common room, which was distinctly unlike any other room he had seen in his homeland. He wondered what sort of material the walls were made of. They were covered in plaster that had been stained to an off white color by time, and at regular intervals along them were pillars of this odd brown substance. Whatever it was had a noticable grain to it, and it looked as if it had been stained a deeper color and then rubbed until is was just a bit glossy. The floors seemed to be made out of the same stuff, and he resisted the urge to lean down and take a closer look at it. Come to think of it, the doors and stairs were made of the same material, and so was most of the rest of the construction of this particular tavern and much of the rest of the city, so far as he had seen. He wondered where the surfacers found such stuff. It didn't seem to be like any type of rock he had ever seen, so he doubted they mined it.

While his mind was otherwise occupied, the meeting went on around Solaufein, and it took Nalia tapping him on the shoulder and notifying him that everything was done to take his attention away from the architecture.

"They are done already?" he asked.

Nalia grinned. "It's been an hour, Solfy." She yawned. "It's time for me to go to sleep. See you in the morning."

"It is time for me to sleep as well," Solaufein agreed. "Where... where am I sleeping?"

"There's a room for you up here. It used to be..." Nalia stopped and frowned. "Well, never mind whose room it used to be. It's down at the end of the hall on the left, I'll show you to it if you want me to."

"I would appreciate that."

***


When the others had gone to bed Brynn padded quietly out to the headquarters' common room and sat down heavily in one of the chairs by the chess table. Sleep eluded her, despite the fact that her eyelids were as heavy as lead weights and she felt like she ought to have been able to drop off into a dead sleep in moments. She made herself busy shining her katanas, nervously rubbing out smirches only her eyes could see until the steel blades took on a brilliant shine. She ran one finger along the cutting edge of each, pressing just hard enough to test the sharpness of it, but nor hard enough to cut herself. Or so she thought, she nicked her finger and drew her hand away from the blade with a jolt. A drop of blood oozed off of her finger tip and onto the shining steel, and she wiped it away with her cleaning rag, and stuck her injured finger in her mouth like she had as a child when she had gotten paper cuts. She spent a few long moments staring at the blade, remembering.

Her foot brushed against a cloth sack that had been put under that table by one of the others, and she reached down to pick it up. She brushed the resiliant blue fabric with one hand, and then opened it up and reached in. Her arm disappeared all the way up to her shoulder, but her fingers found purchase on the item she was searching for and drew it out. She set the katana in her hand, and felt a curious, tentative touching somewhere in the back of her mind. The mental touch drew back as soon as it failed to recognize her, and the blade suddenly felt awkward in her hand. Just as her own swords were only truly powerful in her hands, this blade too only answered to one master.

And he was gone now.

She set the katana down on the table next to her own two and ran her fingers along the worn grip. She fitted her fingers against it, feeling how it was worn for hands larger than her own, and the blade touched her mind again, hopefully, something like a dog that was waiting for its owner, and then shut her away again with a trace of sadness. Brynn let go again, and reached for her rag. She fussed over imperceptible blemishes on the sword's shining blade, more out of need for something to occupy her hands with than to clean it.

She couldn't occupy her mind though, and despite the fact that she tried to hold them back, tears came to her eyes, and she wiped them away as they fell onto the blade.

***


From the doorway, Drizzt watched this all, not wanting to surprise Brynn again for fear she might take another swipe at his head when he didn't have his scimitars handy to block her. Maybe he should have brought them with him after all. He had only intended to wander around a bit until he felt sleepy, and hadn't expected to encounter any danger, so he'd left them by his bedside. Not that Brynn looked especially dangerous at the moment. Tragic, yes, but not dangerous. He had a feeling that she wanted to be alone, but he did need to talk to her, and he didn't think that she should stay up all night weeping and cleaning swords, especially when there were important plans to be made the next morning. He cleared his throat just loudly enough to catch her attention.

Brynn jumped and fumbled the third blade back into the bag she had taken it out of, somehow getting it in without distorting the bag's shape any, and turned her back to him for a brief second, he presumed to wipe the tears out of her eyes. When she turned back she managed some semblence of tranquility and asked, "You need something?"

"I'd like to talk a bit if you have a moment."

"I... uh... I..." that semblence of tranquilty vanished as Brynn struggled to find the right thing to say. "Uh... sure," she said at last. "Have... have a seat." She kicked out the chair opposite hers and he sat down in it, careful not to look at her too directly. There was no need to stare.

"Your friend, Jaheira, told me that you needed some help dealing with a nest of vampires, and I agreed to assist. She referred me to you for final appoval."

Brynn sounded wry as she said, "Well fancy that. Did she... did she give you the circumstances?"

"Yes and no. She told me that you were trying to recover an artifact for the leader of the vampires in order to help an elven city, but she said there was more to it than that, and once again referred me to you for further information."

Brynn nodded and surreptitiously rubbed at her eyes, which were red and very wet form crying. "Well, you do have a right to know what you're getting yourself into, though you might change your mind when you understand." She fidgeted a bit. "Listen, about earlier this evening..."

"Jaheira explained that you were tired. It's forgiven."

"Yeah... tired..." Brynn murmured. "It's more than that, really. It's why I'm going after Irenicus."

"Irenicus?"

"I'm sorry, I've gotten ahead of myself. Jaheira didn't tell you much, did she?"

"Only that you were going to kill vampires to recover an item and help the elves."

Brynn nodded again. "I suppose that's how she'd see it, and that's part of it, I guess."

"Only part?"

"Irenicus..." Brynn began uneasily, "Irenicus is why, really. He... well, suffice it to say if he had gone elsewhere and the elves were still having trouble, I'd chase Irenicus first and help them later. I suppose though, that the elves would be in no danger if Irenicus wasn't there, so it's a moot point."

Drizzt raised an eyebrow in surprise and then quashed it back down again so as not to offend. "I don't quite understand. Who is this Irenicus and what has he done to warrant such a chase?"

Brynn gave a mirthless laugh. "What hasn't he done?" she asked. "Do you even really want to know, or are you just being poilte? More to the point, what makes you think I'd want to tell you in the first place?"

"You brought it up," Drizzt pointed out. "You would not have brought it up had you not wanted to talk about it."

Brynn sat back in her chair and regarded him with serious eyes. "I suppose you're right." She sighed and looked at her hands for a moment before continuing in a very quiet voice, "He's taken my soul."

Drizzt looked at her, shocked. "That is..."

"Hard to believe?" Brynn finished for him. "Impossible maybe?"

"I was going to say terrible."

Brynn laughed again, and ice ran up Drizzt's spine. "Terrible? That doesn't even begin to describe it! Terrible is being torutred for the gods only know how long, terrible is seeing one of your friends lying dissected on a table. This... this is..." she seemed hard pressed to describe what she wanted to. Her hands shook and moved toward her swords, but she drew before she could reach them. A deep breath later she began again, her expression strained. "Did you see that?" she asked. "I wanted to kill you for a moment there."

Drizzt looked at her, watching how she struggled to keep her hands still, watching how her blue eyes seemed to flare with... with something he couldn't place. "Why?" he asked.

"Because I have no soul." Drizzt said nothing, and so Brynn continued. "Do you remember when we first met? Do you remember me and how I acted?"

He nodded. She had been a completely different person, smiling and friendly, good natured and seemingly care free. Now he looked at her and saw how tensely she held herself and the toll her hardships had taken on her.

Brynn thumped her hand against her chest. "Well this is who I am now. I hate myself for it, but this is who I am. That's why I pursue Irenicus. If I don't get my soul back... I... I'm afraid that I'll fall into darkness. I'm slipping already. There's a monster inside me that cries out for me to spill blood until the world has been flooded with it. I know I can never be like I was before, but I can't stay like this either. I just... I thought I ought to warn you. I thought that I ought to tell you who you'll be fighting with if you help us out, and I thought you might want to know why it is that I'm doing what I'm doing."

Drizzt sat back, considering all that she had said. "I trust you," he said, "and I owe you for helping me before. As for what you have said... I am glad to do what I can to assist you as you struggle on along this path that Irenicus has caused you to follow, if you will allow me."

Brynn nodded. "I need all the help I can get," she said solemnly. "I wish I could trust myself as much as you trust me, but I don't dare."

Drizzt reached across the table and patted her on the arm. "Get some sleep Brynn Trueblade, it will be easier to fight your demons when you are well rested."

Brynn regarded his hand with some suspicion, then she shook her head and attempted a smile. "I... Yes, sleep will help. Goodnight... and... thank you."

#2 Weyoun

Posted 28 December 2002 - 09:50 PM

"Two in one bloody day!" one of the guards exclaimed irritably. "Sorry, Lady Trueblade, but your… friend… can't come in the city."


Grrr, bloody racists.

Brynn narrowed her eyes. "Viconia wasn't dangerous either," she said. "It was the actions of people like you, who look and judge without any knowledge, that prompted me to protect her, and I'll be damned if I don't protect Solaufein the same way. He's one of the Blades now, and we have business in the city. Let him pass." An unspoken threat mingled with her words. The rage whispered to her of death, urging her to slay the two guards where they stood and simply pass on her way. There was no one in the streets, no eyes at the windows. No one would know if she killed them. They didn't deserve to live anyway, not if they were so bigoted. She caught herself as her hands began to move toward her blades. No, that was wrong. She crossed her arms over her chest, her hands clenching as she sought to clear her mind.


Well said!

"I'm rather glad Brynn didn't accidentally cut his head off,"
Solaufein murmured. "I'd like to speak to him."


Brynn seems to have a quick temper these days...

She set the katana down on the table next to her own two and ran her fingers along the worn grip. She fitted her fingers against it, feeling how it was worn for hands larger than her own, and the blade touched her mind again, hopefully, something like a dog that was waiting for its owner, and then shut her away again with a trace of sadness. Brynn let go again, and reached for her rag. She fussed over imperceptible blemishes on the sword's shining blade, more out of need for something to occupy her hands with than to clean it.


She couldn't occupy her mind though, and despite the fact that she tried to hold them back, tears came to her eyes, and she wiped them away as they fell onto the blade.


Awww... a touching scene.

"I... uh... I..." that semblence of tranquilty vanished as Brynn struggled to find the right thing to say. "Uh... sure," she said at last. "Have... have a seat." She kicked out the chair opposite hers and he sat down in it, careful not to look at her too directly. There was no need to stare.


LOL! Suave... :wink:

"Because I have no soul." Drizzt said nothing, and so Brynn continued. "Do you remember when we first met? Do you remember me and how I acted?"


Ah, cat's out of the bag.

Drizzt reached across the table and patted her on the arm. "Get some sleep Brynn Trueblade, it will be easier to fight your demons when you are well rested."


Brynn regarded his hand with some suspicion, then she shook her head and attempted a smile. "I... Yes, sleep will help. Goodnight... and... thank you."


Great stuff,
---Weyoun
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#3 Arcalian

Posted 28 December 2002 - 10:12 PM

As one of the people on the board who actually likes Drizzt, thank you.

Very well done all around, especially in the characterization.

The Drizzt-Soulafein convo should be interesting....
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.

#4 Guest_Krystal_*

Posted 28 December 2002 - 10:53 PM

Couldn't resist telling you how much I LIKED this chapter :wink:

I enjoyed reading the part where Solaufein was so fascinated by the wood of the doors and staircase, it was so well written, I could just visualize the inquisitive look in his eyes :twisted:

Also, I liked how you showed Drizzt's compassion and trust when talking with Brynn, very in character....I just loved the whole chapter, and as another reader who likes Drizzt, I thank you too :D

Look forward to the next chapter :P

~Krystal

#5 Guest_The Blue Sorceress_*

Posted 29 December 2002 - 06:54 PM

Grrr, bloody racists.


Well, in the defense of these guards, most drow ARE evil. It makes sense that they would be cautious.

Brynn seems to have a quick temper these days...


That would be because of the lack of her soul. It takes a lot of self-control to not give into the anger that she feels and her new found bloodlust.

Awww... a touching scene.


This is the softer side of her. In a way she's lucky she doesn't have her soul for the moment. She'd probably curl up in the fetal postition and cry until the cows come home.

LOL! Suave... :wink:


:twisted: I think that between the two of them Drizzt and Brynn have the social skills of one average person.

Ah, cat's out of the bag.


Basically Brynn's unloading on sympathetic ears. She can't really talk to her friends about this stuff because they depend on her, but Drizzt is indepedent of the Blades, so talking to him is safe.

Great stuff,
---Weyoun


Thank you much,
---Blue

#6 Guest_The Blue Sorceress_*

Posted 29 December 2002 - 06:56 PM

As one of the people on the board who actually likes Drizzt, thank you.


I rather like him too. And your welcome.

Very well done all around, especially in the characterization.


You think so? I was worried that I'd have Drizzt do something out of character, which is always a problem when you're working with a character not of your own creation (and sometimes when you are!)

The Drizzt-Soulafein convo should be interesting....


I hope so, I'm still writing it (it's another add-on) but I'd say that two good aligned drow would have a lot of things to talk about.

Thanks for the comments,
-Blue

#7 Guest_The Blue Sorceress_*

Posted 29 December 2002 - 06:59 PM

Couldn't resist telling you how much I LIKED this chapter :D


:twisted: Thank you so much!

I enjoyed reading the part where Solaufein was so fascinated by the wood of the doors and staircase, it was so well written, I could just visualize the inquisitive look in his eyes :wink:


Like "What IS this stuff?"

Also, I liked how you showed Drizzt's compassion and trust when talking with Brynn, very in character....I just loved the whole chapter, and as another reader who likes Drizzt, I thank you too :P


I'm really glad that came across like I wanted it too without being too weepy.

Look forward to the next chapter :)


Thanks,
-Blue

#8 Guest_Rose of Jericho_*

Posted 30 December 2002 - 02:42 AM

"Do you think I would have allowed him to live, let alone travel with me, if I thought he was dangerous?" Brynn demanded.

"Uh... well, you had that one priestess with you for a while." The guard fidgeted. "I'm really sorry, but he can't come in."


Gawd help us all from rule-bound burecrats.

Brynn got up off of her far to comfortable bar stool and meandered over to the stairs that led up to the Blades' headquarters. Halfway there a hand landed on her shoulder, and in an instant her lethargy fell away and she whirled to her right, drawing both of her blades. The rage shouted for joy, and Brynn felt a sick eagerness rise inside of her. Steel clashed against steel and Brynn found herself looking through a web of katanas and scimitars into a pair of violet eyes set in an ebon-hued face. She recognized her supposed assailent and put her katanas away almost as quickly as she had drawn them.

"Ah… If I had known that you would react like this I would have been less familiar," said Drizzt Do'Urden, his tone of voice somewhat sheepish. "I merely wanted to ascertain that it was indeed you. You are Brynn Trueblade are you not?"


No, no! Get him, please? For my sake! I hate that guy!

Solaufein turned to Nalia, his interpreter for the evening, and asked, "Is that who I think it is?" He nodded in the direction of the other dark elf's receding figure.

"Who do you think it is?" Nalia asked impishly.

"The infamous... er, I rather suppose famous up here, Drizzt Do'Urden." Solaufein had rarely heard the other man's name spoken in the underdark, and then even more rarely without a curse attached to it, but he was famous enough that just about every one knew of the rogue drow.


Heh. He's so famous he's INfamous. Thanks to the movie The Three Amigos, I used to think that's what infamous meant. Nice to see it used properly!

Her foot brushed against a cloth sack that had been put under that table by one of the others, and she reached down to pick it up. She brushed the resiliant blue fabric with one hand, and then opened it up and reached in. Her arm disappeared all the way up to her shoulder, but her fingers found purchase on the item she was searching for and drew it out. She set the katana in her hand, and felt a curious, tentative touching somewhere in the back of her mind. The mental touch drew back as soon as it failed to recognize her, and the blade suddenly felt awkward in her hand. Just as her own swords were only truly powerful in her hands, this blade too only answered to one master.

And he was gone now.


Oh, ouch. That's a powerful paragraph.

Brynn laughed again, and ice ran up Drizzt's spine. "Terrible? That doesn't even begin to describe it! Terrible is being torutred for the gods only know how long, terrible is seeing one of your friends lying dissected on a table. This... this is..." she seemed hard pressed to describe what she wanted to. Her hands shook and moved toward her swords, but she drew before she could reach them. A deep breath later she began again, her expression strained. "Did you see that?" she asked. "I wanted to kill you for a moment there."


I'm sure he gets that all the time ...

Drizzt looked at her, watching how she struggled to keep her hands still, watching how her blue eyes seemed to flare with... with something he couldn't place. "Why?" he asked.

"Because I have no soul." Drizzt said nothing, and so Brynn continued.


Wow. That's a great idea on what would happen to a Bhaalchild if she lost her soul.


Good stuff, as always

Rose of Jericho




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