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#1 Guest_Winter_Bloom_*

Posted 15 September 2003 - 02:46 AM

Yeah, been a long time since I last wrote a chapter on my series about Elideira, the mother of my Bhaalspawn character Andaire. Pleace critique it as I know it needs work and I got a sudden attack of laziness when I edited it (plus I'm a poor editor anyway). My writing will be spotty anyway as I got buckets of work to do for Uni. :wink:

Hope you like it anyway. *closes eyes and presses post*

 

Elideira hummed softly to herself as she set to polishing her sword with a soft rag. She was enjoying the moment of doing nothing of significance, for it allowed her to relax. Supper had been eaten, and now everyone who wasn't on watch duty lounged around the campsite in that lazy languor that came after consuming a good meal. Dinner had been a simple affair consisting mainly of roasted rabbits and vegetables and tubers wrapped up in leaves and shoved into the coals of the fire to cook. No one really felt like moving anywhere after a meal like that, which was just as well for their next destination was less than a day away and there was no sense in rushing anywhere when there was no real need to do so.

True the group could have pushed themselves hard all day and arrived at the countryside manor that was their next destination, but that would have been too much traveling too soon. Also, since it was Harpers waiting for them there and everyone knew it, it was unlikely that the members of that secretive organization would have let them relax upon arrival. More likely than not their 'hosts' would have wanted to get straight down to business as soon as they had reached the manor. So, by mutual consent of the remaining party members, they had lingered and set up camp in order to make for a more relaxed trip.

The half elf let her eyes drift from her task and settle on one Harper in particular. Gorion was seated on a patch of grass and concentrating on a couple of scrolls he had placed in his lap. She could see the serious look of deliberation on his face as he gazed upon those parchments and the frown that threatened to tug those lips of his down. She wondered what could be troubling him and she wished she could go over and talk to him and try to make his task easier. If it was a ballad or a story he wanted to untangle then she was sure she could help him. She did have to admit, privately to herself that she just wanted to spend time with him.

Elideira tried to figure out why she wanted to be with him so much and she couldn't really come up with an answer. When they had shared that wine in town so long after their very first meeting, it had been like two old friends had reunited. Perhaps that was true but she really didn't know. Actually, she was unsure of everything she learned about men when it came to the sage. He didn't fit in with the profile of the charming womanizer nor the overworked scholar who had little idea of how to spend time with a woman without talking constantly about his or her studies. Gorion did that but not to excess and he made it all sound so interesting. And he was humble too for he didn't brag at all about his recent battle with a dragon. He had said it was merely a task that he had to attend to along with the help of a few friends, albeit a dangerous one that people should never attempt if they could help it.

She blushed when Gorion looked up from his work only to find her staring at him. She dropped her gaze and risked a glance back at him. He had resumed his undertaking with that quiet kind of seriousness she had come to like about him, so he didn't notice that she was looking at him again. She tried to imagine what he'd look like with his hair loose and a smile on his face.

"You are staring at your male again," Tey'Lena whispered in her sister's ear in Undercommon, causing Elideira to jump with a start. "You've done that ever since he came into that last town we were in."

"I have not!" Elideira protested, also in Undercommon. "You just happen to catch me when I'm looking at him, that is all."

"Hai, that is every waking moment of yours," Tey'Lena sniffed. "Just go bed him already. I know you want to and you know I know how much you want to. You've never taken a male into your bed before so you're not going to be as good in the bedchamber as I was when I was your age. You want the old and scruffy one, don't deny it."

Elideira clenched her teeth together and shot back, "He's not old and scruffy!"

Instead of getting angry, Tey"Lena laughed. She sat down beside the half elf and covertly pointed in the direction of the studiously working mage. "Hmm, I noticed you failed to deny you want him to share your sleeping roll. Don't worry, I can see that he doesn't have too bad of a body beneath that robe of his. No, it looks quite delectable, in a pale, thin sort of way. Perhaps he won't be a complete disgrace in the bedchamber after all. I can give you advice in that direction, sister."

Elideira opened and closed her mouth in shock, but her words refused to come out. She tried again and replied, "Tea, why do you keep pretending you had to escape the Underdark when I know full well I spent more of my life underground than you did?"

"Temper my dear sister, temper," Tey'Lena chided. "I say that because it amuses me to say it and nothing more. Besides, you haven't answered my real question. What are you going to do about your chosen male?"

"I don't know," the half elf admitted. "He seems so serious, and will he still be around once this mission is done?"

"Ah, now we get to the truth!" Tey'Lena said triumphantly. "You want him to stay. You need to give him an excuse to stay with you, with us. Why not appeal to his willingness to learn things by teaching him something?"

Elideira wasn't stupid, she knew her sister was trying to get her to say something about sex, but she wasn't going to give her the satisfaction. Then she had an idea, one which would require her to be in constant contact with the sage. It would at least allow her to figure out for herself whether or not it was just a simple case of girlish infatuation she had over Gorion. "Thank you Tea, you've given me an idea."

"Oh, I have?" Tey'Lena purred wickedly. "What is it and does it involve oil in any way?"

Elideira stood up, and pointedly ignoring the oil comment told her, "I'll teach him the tongue of the Maiden's people. That should occupy us for a while. I'll talk to you later."

She walked towards the spot where the Harper sat, though she was still close enough to her sister to hear her say while still speaking Undercommon, "Hai, that will occupy the two of you only until you find more interesting things to do amongst yourselves."

The half elf ignored whatever else Tey'Lena was saying and made her way to the spot where Gorion was reading. He glanced up in her direction when she cleared her throat to let him know she was there. "Good afternoon," he said politely, the parchment he was holding crinkling in his lap.

"I noticed how hard you're working on those scrolls," Elideira began in Common, for want of a better opening. "You want some company?"

Gorion patted the grass beside him and replied, "Of course Elideira, come sit with me. Perhaps you can listen to what I've discovered and help me figure out what it means."

She smoothed out her tunic and sat down beside the man and carefully placed her sword beside her. She had to admit she wasn't much of a scholar, so she was under no illusion that her insight was going to be all that valuable. Still, she was going to try to help even if all she could do was listen. The half elf looked at the sage and what he was reading and finally asked, "What are you reading anyway?"

Gorion reshuffled the pages until they were in an order that made sense to him and he motioned for Elideira to lean closer so that she could see the writing on the parchments. "These documents here," the mage told her, "are actually copies of Alaundo's prophesies I made from reading the originals in Candlekeep. They trouble me for they foretell of many things, and I think I'm almost on the verge of puzzling out their meaning. Yet I've been staring at them for so long that the ink is blurring on the page."

"Which ones bother you the most?"

The Harper shook the sheaf of pages he held and answered, "All of these are observations on things that haven't happened yet, though I fear that they soon will. Like the prediction that the gods will walk the land as mortals. Powerful mortals, but still mortals. That will cause all sorts of trouble, mark my words."

The half elf pressed her lips together and tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. "My goddess does seem… concerned about something. All of us who speak to her have heard that she will at one point not be found in Arvandor or even the Demon Web Pits. All of us priestesses have discussed this at length, but we've yet to come to a conclusion."

"Oh? Care to tell me more?" Gorion said with the intent interest any scholar had in a subject that fascinated them.

Elideira shook her head. "There's not much to tell. Even Qilue can't get any real answers out of Lady Silverhair. Our goddess is a moody one and she refuses to say anything more on the subject. I get the impression that perhaps there's a disagreement among the gods, but Qilue thinks it's more than that. So we clerics are left to figure out the meaning ourselves."

Gorion grunted, not satisfied with the reply but let the mater drop anyway. He set aside the top parchment and showed the priestess the next one. She frowned when she read it, for did it mean what she thought it did?

"It says here," she said carefully, pointing to a passage on the creamy colored page, "that a god will die, if I'm reading this correctly. Is that true?"

The sage sighed heavily and replied, "Yes, it's all too true. I fear more than one god will die, but there will be successors for some of them. Things change it's true, but what distresses me and what I'm not too sure of is what one god is apparently planning to do in the event of his destruction."

She looked closely to where Gorion indicated she should look on the page and a frown appeared on her face. "Gorion, this speaks of the Lord of Murder perishing."

The sage patted her on the arm in a comforting gesture. "Yes, more studying must be done on the matter, but it looks like Bhaal will be no more at the time that the gods walk the land."

Elideira thought of her family's involvement with the Bhaalite church and shivered. She didn't like them and she never would. What was good about intentionally killing someone in cold blood as an act of faith? She would be glad to see that faith die. "Good, he's a horrible god and Faerun will be a better place when we see the last of him."

"No," Gorion told her. "Bhaal's influence will not end with his destruction. The great Alaundo has predicted that the Lord of Murder will somehow try to cheat death should it come to pass. Some of my associates think I spend too much time obsessing over fevered dreams of the future, although I like to think of it as being prepared. Some at least agree with me and will work to prevent his return."

"How will that happen?"

Gorion shrugged and studied the rest of the parchment he held for a minute. He sighed and started to roll all his scrolls together to put back in their case. He looked seriously at the half elf beside him and spoke. "I know not how we can truly prevent it, though should the troubling time come to pass we will do our best to thwart his plans. I'm disturbed because there has been scattered reports of a dark figure, not dark of skin but dark of deed, forcing himself upon unsuspecting women, for what reason I can not discern. I fear that there might be a connection between that activity and the prophesies I've read. I can't be certain and I hope I'm wrong."

Elideira smiled and replied, "I hope you're wrong too in this. Still, that an evil god like Bhaal will be no more is reason enough to celebrate. If the seer Alaundo is right and the gods will walk among us, then I plan to be where my goddess will be. All of her priestesses can be there to comfort her and meet her without having to go to Arvendor to do it."

"Who knows Elideira, you may have a bigger part to play in the prophesy than you realize," Gorion said.

The half elf shivered as a chill passed over her. Then she looked up and realized a wind had sprung up. "I doubt that. I'll ride out the trouble with my sisters in faith, for that's the extent of my role in it. To turn the tables on you, maybe it's you who has a large role to play in Alaundo's prophesies."

Gorion grinned. "Clever, handing my own words back to me. Now, I'd like to turn the talk away from gods and towards you. I'd like to know what you've been doing since you've left Sembia."

Elideira crossed her legs and said, "I've done many things and eventually I found my true faith. If you like, I can teach you how to speak in the tongue my goddess prefers to hear."

"I'd love to learn to speak a new language, particularly Undercommon. I have a feeling that will be very useful to me."

She threw her head back and laughed, delighted at his response. "Gorion, you would want to learn even Orcish, if you could find one willing to teach you!"

"True," the sage conceded, a twinkle appearing in his eyes. "Although no Orc can approach the beauty of my current instructor. Er, I mean you're a beautiful woman Elideira and I'd love to learn what you have to teach."

"This will take a long time," the half elf pointed out.

"Nothing worthwhile is done quickly," Gorion countered.

"Unless one is running from a rockslide," Elideira joked.

"True," the mage responded. "Or running from danger."

The priestess smiled though inwardly she was both nervous and happy. Perhaps Gorion would stay even after the current mission with the Harpers was done. She cleared her throat and said, "We must start at the beginning, and the first lesson is how to properly pronounce some sounds in Undercommon."

Gorion listened patiently and the couple leaned close to each other as they went through the task of teaching the sage another tongue. More than one person watched the interplay between the older human and the younger looking half elf with the big ears. Selona was wistful as she looked upon the scene from her vantage point at the entrance to her tent. She was coming to realize some things about herself and she watched her friend almost as a distraction from her thoughts. She was glad that the fussy half elf had finally found a companion she liked. Tey'Lena of course was waiting for an opportunity to give her sister an I-told-you-so look, but the lighter hues woman never obliged by glancing in her direction. The Crintri was pleased of course, though she was also watchful for she had always been secretly protective of the woman. More than once had she quietly worked to get rid of an unsuitable male that had designs on Elideira.

There was one person who did not share in the general happiness. When the married elves had left the group the day before, he barely noticed their absence, no matter that he had been clashing with the husband the entire time he'd known them. It was the presence of the sage Gorion that made him uncomfortable and moody, so much so that when a long standing irritant was gone he barely gave it a thought. No, though he knew he should trust the sage, he couldn't bring himself to fully like the man, and now he knew why. Merand watched Gorion and Elideira talk, though to his mind it seemed to be more than just talking. He didn't like how the older man acted towards the half elf that had captured his heart, though there was little he could do for she appeared to welcome any attention that his fellow Harper could give her.

Maybe, just maybe Eli would get tired of spending so much time with Gorion, but Merand doubted it. She'd never acted that way towards him, that's for sure. With a grim determination and ignoring the heaviness in his heart, the warrior disappeared into the cover of some nearby trees and continued with his task of acting as guard for the campsite. Once he turned his back on the others, he didn't return until his shift was ended.

#2 Guest_Chantrys_*

Posted 15 September 2003 - 08:25 PM

Ah, unrequited love. Ain't that a kick in the head. :)

I really enjoyed reading this chapter--so many threads being gathered together. Now, I need to go back and find the earlier bits so I know who everyone is! :wink:

#3 Guest_Nightfire_*

Posted 15 September 2003 - 08:35 PM

He had resumed his undertaking with that quiet kind of seriousness she had come to like about him, so he didn't notice that she was looking at him again. She tried to imagine what he'd look like with his hair loose and a smile on his face.


Heh. Is it just me who has some real trouble imagining Gorion as young(er) and sexually active, almost as if he was indeed my old foster father? Maybe I need to stop getting so much in-character. :wink:

You want the old and scruffy one, don't deny it."


LOL. How old is he, anyway? About Keldorn's age in BG2, or younger?

"These documents here," the mage told her, "are actually copies of Alaundo's prophesies I made from reading the originals in Candlekeep.


Oh boy. Yep, ther's biiiig time trouble on the horizon, all right. Can't say I envy them.

in Arvendor or even the Deamon Web Pits.


That's Arvandor and Demon, if memory serves.

"Oh? Care to tell me more?" Gorion said with the intent interest any scholar had in a subject that interested them.


For variety's sake, why not change this to, say, "fascinated" or "intruiged"?

Things change its true,


it's

She didn't like them and she never will.


Shouldn't that be "would"?

The great Alaundo has predicted that the Lord of Murder will somehow try to cheat death should it come to pass.


Hmm. I think the prophecies are pretty concise -- but maybe what we see in BG1 is just a condensed version. After all, prophets aren't usually known for being concise. The bit about "spawn a score of mortal progeny" is rather clear, at any rate, and seems to be Alaundo's literal words.

Selona was wistful as she looked upon the scene from her vantage point at the entrance to her tent. She was coming to realize some things about herself and she watched her friend almost as a distraction from her thoughts.


It's been some time since the last chaper, and I've only been an on-and-off lurker for months now, so I don't remember this character. What's she being wistful about?

She'd never acted that way towards him, that's for sure.


It couldn't be (at least in part) because you're a sexist, overbearing oaf, eh? Bah.

I don't go for romance, but I do hope Eli and Gorion will, ahem, "score" before dear Daddy Bhaal comes along. At least she'd know the beautiful side of sex then, it might help her ... recover. :)

#4 Guest_Hunter_*

Posted 16 September 2003 - 05:23 AM

"I have not!" Elideira protested, also in Undercommon. "You just happen to catch me when I'm looking at him is all."


:)

"Hai, that is every waking moment of yours," Tey'Lena sniffed. "Just go bed him already. I know you want to and you know I know how much you want to. You've never taken a male into your bed before so you're not going to be as good in the bedchamber as I was when I was your age. You want the old and scruffy one, don't deny it."


Talk about being direct. :)

Maybe, just maybe Eli would get tired of spending so much time with Gorion, but Merand doubted it. She'd never acted that way towards him, that's for sure. With a grim determination and ignoring the heaviness in his heart, the warrior disappeared into the cover of some nearby trees and continued with his task of acting as guard for the campsite. Once he turned his back on the others, he didn't return until his shift was ended.


Ooh, jealousy

Hunter

#5 Guest_Maidros_*

Posted 16 September 2003 - 05:43 PM

Shalom,
Nice to see a new chapter of 'Dreams and Sacrifices'.

Elideira hummed softly to herself as she set to polishing her sword with a soft rag. She was enjoying the moment of doing nothing of significance, for it allowed her to relax. Supper had been eaten, and now everyone who wasn't on watch duty lounged around the campsite in that lazy languor that came after consuming a good meal. Dinner had been a simple affair consisting mainly of roasted rabbits and vegetables and tubers wrapped up in leaves and shoved into the coals of the fire to cook. No one really felt like moving anywhere after a meal like that, which was just as well for their next destination was less than a day away and there was no sense in rushing anywhere when there was no real need to do so.


Nice description of camp life after dinner.

True the group could have pushed themselves hard all day and arrived at the countryside manor that was their next destination, but that would have been too much traveling too soon. Also, since it was Harpers waiting for them there and everyone knew it, it was unlikely that the members of that secretive organization would have let them relax upon arrival. More likely than not their 'hosts' would have wanted to get straight down to business as soon as they had reached the manor. So, by mutual consent of the remaining party members, they had lingered and set up camp in order to make for a more relaxed trip.


No one accused these people of lack of common sense, I suppose.

Elideira tried to figure out why she wanted to be with him so much and she couldn't really come up with an answer. When they had shared that wine in town so long after their very first meeting, it had been like two old friends had reunited. Perhaps that was true but she really didn't know. Actually, she was unsure of everything she learned about men when it came to the sage. He didn't fit in with the profile of the charming womanizer nor the overworked scholar who had little idea of how to spend time with a woman without talking constantly about his or her studies. Gorion did that but not to excess and he made it all sound so interesting. And he was humble too for he didn't brag at all about his recent battle with a dragon. He had said it was merely a task that he had to attend to along with the help of a few friends, albeit a dangerous one that people should never attempt if they could help it.


Yes the Gorion we are familiar with.

"You are staring at your male again," Tey'Lena whispered in her sister's ear in Undercommon, causing Elideira to jump with a start. "You've done that ever since he came into that last town we were in."



Interesting to see the sister having characterised Gorion as 'Elideira's male'.

"I have not!" Elideira protested, also in Undercommon. "You just happen to catch me when I'm looking at him is all."


It think 'him is all' should be 'him, that is all'.

I would have thought she would take exception to Gorion being characterised as 'her male'.

"Hai, that is every waking moment of yours," Tey'Lena sniffed. "Just go bed him already. I know you want to and you know I know how much you want to. You've never taken a male into your bed before so you're not going to be as good in the bedchamber as I was when I was your age. You want the old and scruffy one, don't deny it."


Viconia pales into insignificance before this one's directness.

Elideira clenched her teeth together and shot back, "He's not old and scruffy!"


Defending 'her male' already?

Elideira opened and closed her mouth in shock


Well she might be shocked.

"Ah, now we get to the truth!" Tey'Lena said triumphantly. "You want him to stay. You need to give him an excuse to stay with you, with us. Why not appeal to his willingness to learn things by teaching him something?"


Certainly she is not wanting in intelligence and is quite useful as a confidant.

Elideira stood up, and pointedly ignoring the oil comment told her, "I'll teach him the tongue of the Maiden's people. That should occupy us for a while. I'll talk to you later."


Do they not speak the Drow tongue (I know nothing about Realms lore, by the way)?

Gorion reshuffled the pages until they were in an order that made sense to him and he motioned for Elideira to lean closer so that she could see the writing on the parchments. "These documents here," the mage told her, "are actually copies of Alaundo's prophesies I made from reading the originals in Candlekeep. They trouble me for they foretell of many things, and I think I'm almost on the verge of puzzling out their meaning. Yet I've been staring at them for so long that the ink is blurring on the page."


The prophecies are never clear, even in hindsight; if he can discover them in foresight, he must be something really extraordinary.

Elideira shook her head. "There's not much to tell. Even Quile can't get any real answers out of Lady Silverhair. Our goddess is a moody one and she refuses to say anything more on the subject. I get the impression that perhaps there's a disagreement among the gods, but Quile thinks it's more than that. So we clerics are left to figure out the meaning ourselves."


It should be 'Qilue', I think, not Quile.

Gorion grunted, not satisfied with the reply but letting the mater drop anyway. He set aside the top parchment and showed the priestess the next one. She frowned when she read it, for did it mean what she thought it did?


'mater' - typo - matter.

'but letting the matter drop' - It should be 'but let the matter drop anyway' I think.

The sage sighed heavily and replied, "Yes, it's all too true. I fear more than one god will die, but there will be replacements for some of them. Things change its true, but what distresses me and what I'm not too sure of is what one god is apparently planning to do in the event of his destruction."


'replacements' - not too comfortable with the word, but it could just be my army terminology affecting my ideas. I would have used the word - successors.

Elideira thought of her family's involvement with the Bhaalite church and shivered. She didn't like them and she never will. What was good about intentionally killing someone in cold blood as an act of faith? She would be glad to see that faith die. "Good, he's a horrible god and Faerun will be a better place when we see the last of him."


'she never will' should be 'she never would' I think but you may like to check.

"No," Gorion told her. "Bhaal's influence will not end with his destruction. The great Alaundo has predicted that the Lord of Murder will somehow try to cheat death should it come to pass. Some of my associates think I spend too much time obsessing over fevered dreams of the future, although I like to think of it as being prepared. Some at least agree with me and will work to prevent his return."


Already he is planning and preparing to fight Bhaal's legacy. Excellent foresight and preparation.

"Who knows Elideira, you may have a bigger part to play in the prophesy than you realize," Gorion said.


Prophetic words.

The half elf shivered as a chill passed over her. Then she looked up and realized a wind had sprung up. "I doubt that. I'll ride out the trouble with my sisters in faith, for that's the extent of my role in it. To turn the tables on you, maybe it's you who has a large role to play in Alaundo's prophesies."


It seems to be a day of prophets.

The priestess smiled though inwardly she was both nervous and happy. Perhaps Gorion would stay even after the current mission with the Harpers was done. She cleared her throat and said, "We must start at the beginning, and the first lesson is how to properly pronounce some sounds in Undercommon."


Groan! Do I not know that pronounciation is the devil in each language!

Gorion listened patiently and the couple leaned close to each other as they went through the task of teaching the sage another tongue. More than one person watched the interplay between the older human and the younger looking half elf with the big ears. Selona was wistful as she looked upon the scene from her vantage point at the entrance to her tent. She was coming to realize some things about herself and she watched her friend almost as a distraction from her thoughts. She was glad that the fussy half elf had finally found a companion she liked. Tey'Lena of course was waiting for an opportunity to give her sister an I-told-you-so look, but the lighter hues woman never obliged by glancing in her direction. The Crintri was pleased of course, though she was also watchful for she had always been secretly protective of the woman. More than once had she quietly worked to get rid of an unsuitable male that had designs on Elideira.


I see that she has a whole host of dependable friends.

Maybe, just maybe Eli would get tired of spending so much time with Gorion, but Merand doubted it. She'd never acted that way towards him, that's for sure. With a grim determination and ignoring the heaviness in his heart, the warrior disappeared into the cover of some nearby trees and continued with his task of acting as guard for the campsite. Once he turned his back on the others, he didn't return until his shift was ended.


The green eyed monster already beginning to poison one heart? Nice story.

#6 Guest_Winter_Bloom_*

Posted 16 September 2003 - 10:00 PM

Ah, unrequited love. Ain't that a kick in the head. :)


One guy will lose and another will win. Poor guy, but at least Eli will be happy.

I really enjoyed reading this chapter--so many threads being gathered together. Now, I need to go back and find the earlier bits so I know who everyone is! :)


I have to get a space and post 'em in the Novellas section. :)

#7 Guest_Winter_Bloom_*

Posted 16 September 2003 - 10:23 PM

He had resumed his undertaking with that quiet kind of seriousness she had come to like about him, so he didn't notice that she was looking at him again. She tried to imagine what he'd look like with his hair loose and a smile on his face.


Heh. Is it just me who has some real trouble imagining Gorion as young(er) and sexually active, almost as if he was indeed my old foster father? Maybe I need to stop getting so much in-character. :D


Andaire: *plugs ears because she doesn't want to know that about Gorion either* :D

You want the old and scruffy one, don't deny it."


LOL. How old is he, anyway? About Keldorn's age in BG2, or younger?


Tey'Lena is a Crintri from Dambrath, which means she's a Drow half elf (though she'd be offended if you didn't refer to her as a Crintri). She's chronologically older than Keldorn is in BG2, though she'd probably still be considered to be young.

"These documents here," the mage told her, "are actually copies of Alaundo's prophesies I made from reading the originals in Candlekeep.


Oh boy. Yep, ther's biiiig time trouble on the horizon, all right. Can't say I envy them.


Nope, the **** will hit the fan so to speak later. They have no idea what will happen to them or how deeply they are alredy involved...

in Arvendor or even the Deamon Web Pits.



That's Arvandor and Demon, if memory serves.


This is what happens when I'm too lazy to look up the correct spellings... :)

"Oh? Care to tell me more?" Gorion said with the intent interest any scholar had in a subject that interested them.


For variety's sake, why not change this to, say, "fascinated" or "intruiged"?


Will do.

Things change its true,


it's


Ack, thanks. *still holds the title of Typo Queen* :D

She didn't like them and she never will.


Shouldn't that be "would"?


Hmm, yes. That wording does make more sense.

The great Alaundo has predicted that the Lord of Murder will somehow try to cheat death should it come to pass.


Hmm. I think the prophecies are pretty concise -- but maybe what we see in BG1 is just a condensed version. After all, prophets aren't usually known for being concise. The bit about "spawn a score of mortal progeny" is rather clear, at any rate, and seems to be Alaundo's literal words.


Yeah, I'm taking liberties with the prophesies and expanding on them in some places. After all I'mthinking the more prominent Spawn would be mentioned, plus Gorion has to be in there, it's his influence that is crucial in the end methinks.

Selona was wistful as she looked upon the scene from her vantage point at the entrance to her tent. She was coming to realize some things about herself and she watched her friend almost as a distraction from her thoughts.


It's been some time since the last chaper, and I've only been an on-and-off lurker for months now, so I don't remember this character. What's she being wistful about?


Ah, this is the weakest part of my story. Was trying to say that she'd like to find love herself, but it never came out right no matter how long I rewrote it. Will really have to think on this one.

She'd never acted that way towards him, that's for sure.


It couldn't be (at least in part) because you're a sexist, overbearing oaf, eh? Bah.


I have my plans for that sexist. :) He's in Blades now and will soon show up in Athkatla, mwahahaha! :)

I don't go for romance, but I do hope Eli and Gorion will, ahem, "score" before dear Daddy Bhaal comes along. At least she'd know the beautiful side of sex then, it might help her ... recover. :D


Oh, I'll give Eli some happiness before the really awful stuff happens to her.

#8 Guest_Winter_Bloom_*

Posted 16 September 2003 - 10:25 PM


"I have not!" Elideira protested, also in Undercommon. "You just happen to catch me when I'm looking at him is all."


:)


Busted! :D


"Hai, that is every waking moment of yours," Tey'Lena sniffed. "Just go bed him already. I know you want to and you know I know how much you want to. You've never taken a male into your bed before so you're not going to be as good in the bedchamber as I was when I was your age. You want the old and scruffy one, don't deny it."


Talk about being direct. :)


Oh yes, she's very direct. Too direct at times I think. :D


Maybe, just maybe Eli would get tired of spending so much time with Gorion, but Merand doubted it. She'd never acted that way towards him, that's for sure. With a grim determination and ignoring the heaviness in his heart, the warrior disappeared into the cover of some nearby trees and continued with his task of acting as guard for the campsite. Once he turned his back on the others, he didn't return until his shift was ended.


Ooh, jealousy


Poor guy. I feel kinda sorry for him, especially since I like tormenting him so much. :)

Hunter



#9 Weyoun

Posted 16 September 2003 - 10:27 PM

Yeah, been a long time since I last wrote a chapter on my series about Elideira, the mother of my Bhaalspawn character Andaire. Pleace critique it as I know it needs work and I got a sudden attack of laziness when I edited it (plus I'm a poor editor anyway). My writing will be spotty anyway as I got buckets of work to do for Uni. :D


YAY! It's been too long and I'm glad you've picked up this series again!

Elideira tried to figure out why she wanted to be with him so much and she couldn't really come up with an answer. When they had shared that wine in town so long after their very first meeting, it had been like two old friends had reunited. Perhaps that was true but she really didn't know. Actually, she was unsure of everything she learned about men when it came to the sage. He didn't fit in with the profile of the charming womanizer nor the overworked scholar who had little idea of how to spend time with a woman without talking constantly about his or her studies. Gorion did that but not to excess and he made it all sound so interesting. And he was humble too for he didn't brag at all about his recent battle with a dragon. He had said it was merely a task that he had to attend to along with the help of a few friends, albeit a dangerous one that people should never attempt if they could help it.


*smile* Awww, she has a bit of a crush on him, yes? Cute.

"You are staring at your male again," Tey'Lena whispered in her sister's ear in Undercommon, causing Elideira to jump with a start. "You've done that ever since he came into that last town we were in."


*snicker* Love that silly half-Drow. :)

Elideira wasn't stupid, she knew her sister was trying to get her to say something about sex, but she wasn't going to give her the satisfaction. Then she had an idea, one which would require her to be in constant contact with the sage. It would at least allow her to figure out for herself whether or not it was just a simple case of girlish infatuation she had over Gorion. "Thank you Tea, you've given me an idea."


"Oh, I have?" Tey'Lena purred wickedly. "What is it and does it involve oil in any way?"


Laska : Ah, I like Tea... We would have gotten along fine... And I mean REALLY fine. *grins*

"Which ones bother you the most?"


The Harper shook the sheaf of pages he held and answered, "All of these are observations on things that haven't happened yet, though I fear that they soon will. Like the prediction that the gods will walk the land as mortals. Powerful mortals, but still mortals. That will cause all sorts of trouble, mark my words."


With all we know now.... Hindsight is a benefit, I suppose.

The half elf pressed her lips together and tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. "My goddess does seem… concerned about something. All of us who speak to her have heard that she will at one point not be found in Arvendor or even the Deamon Web Pits. All of us priestesses have discussed this at length, but we've yet to come to a conclusion."


LOL! I bet the real reason why Eilistraee and Lolth are fighting is because they couldn't agree if the best captain was Kirk or Picard. :)

The sage patted her on the arm in a comforting gesture. "Yes, more studying must be done on the matter, but it looks like Bhaal will be no more at the time that the gods walk the land."


Bhaal : D'OH! :D

The half elf shivered as a chill passed over her. Then she looked up and realized a wind had sprung up. "I doubt that. I'll ride out the trouble with my sisters in faith, for that's the extent of my role in it. To turn the tables on you, maybe it's you who has a large role to play in Alaundo's prophesies."


Fascinating stuff. :)

Gorion listened patiently and the couple leaned close to each other as they went through the task of teaching the sage another tongue. More than one person watched the interplay between the older human and the younger looking half elf with the big ears. Selona was wistful as she looked upon the scene from her vantage point at the entrance to her tent. She was coming to realize some things about herself and she watched her friend almost as a distraction from her thoughts. She was glad that the fussy half elf had finally found a companion she liked. Tey'Lena of course was waiting for an opportunity to give her sister an I-told-you-so look, but the lighter hues woman never obliged by glancing in her direction. The Crintri was pleased of course, though she was also watchful for she had always been secretly protective of the woman. More than once had she quietly worked to get rid of an unsuitable male that had designs on Elideira.


Awww...

Maybe, just maybe Eli would get tired of spending so much time with Gorion, but Merand doubted it. She'd never acted that way towards him, that's for sure. With a grim determination and ignoring the heaviness in his heart, the warrior disappeared into the cover of some nearby trees and continued with his task of acting as guard for the campsite. Once he turned his back on the others, he didn't return until his shift was ended.


Great stuff,
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#10 Guest_Winter_Bloom_*

Posted 16 September 2003 - 10:50 PM

Shalom,
Nice to see a new chapter of 'Dreams and Sacrifices'.


Suffered a WB with it that went on for a few months.

Elideira hummed softly to herself as she set to polishing her sword with a soft rag. She was enjoying the moment of doing nothing of significance, for it allowed her to relax. Supper had been eaten, and now everyone who wasn't on watch duty lounged around the campsite in that lazy languor that came after consuming a good meal. Dinner had been a simple affair consisting mainly of roasted rabbits and vegetables and tubers wrapped up in leaves and shoved into the coals of the fire to cook. No one really felt like moving anywhere after a meal like that, which was just as well for their next destination was less than a day away and there was no sense in rushing anywhere when there was no real need to do so.


Nice description of camp life after dinner.


Thanks. Felt like that at the end of the day during my Fieldschool, so I tried to transfer that sense here.

True the group could have pushed themselves hard all day and arrived at the countryside manor that was their next destination, but that would have been too much traveling too soon. Also, since it was Harpers waiting for them there and everyone knew it, it was unlikely that the members of that secretive organization would have let them relax upon arrival. More likely than not their 'hosts' would have wanted to get straight down to business as soon as they had reached the manor. So, by mutual consent of the remaining party members, they had lingered and set up camp in order to make for a more relaxed trip.


No one accused these people of lack of common sense, I suppose.


Kind of amazing since there is two Harpers in this group, though luckily both are practicle.

Elideira tried to figure out why she wanted to be with him so much and she couldn't really come up with an answer. When they had shared that wine in town so long after their very first meeting, it had been like two old friends had reunited. Perhaps that was true but she really didn't know. Actually, she was unsure of everything she learned about men when it came to the sage. He didn't fit in with the profile of the charming womanizer nor the overworked scholar who had little idea of how to spend time with a woman without talking constantly about his or her studies. Gorion did that but not to excess and he made it all sound so interesting. And he was humble too for he didn't brag at all about his recent battle with a dragon. He had said it was merely a task that he had to attend to along with the help of a few friends, albeit a dangerous one that people should never attempt if they could help it.


Yes the Gorion we are familiar with.


Too bad his good sense didn't entirely sink into Andaire's head...

"You are staring at your male again," Tey'Lena whispered in her sister's ear in Undercommon, causing Elideira to jump with a start. "You've done that ever since he came into that last town we were in."



Interesting to see the sister having characterised Gorion as 'Elideira's male'.


She's speaking the truth as she sees it. :)

"I have not!" Elideira protested, also in Undercommon. "You just happen to catch me when I'm looking at him is all."


It think 'him is all' should be 'him, that is all'.


Ah, thanks. It's a lesson to not trust the grammer check so much.

I would have thought she would take exception to Gorion being characterised as 'her male'.


Hmm, I think that Eli's gotten enculturated enough in surface Drow culture through the Eilistraeean faith to find the expression natural. Plus they are speaking in Undercommon at the time. Maybe Elideira agrees with Tea and is therefor not disputing her.

"Hai, that is every waking moment of yours," Tey'Lena sniffed. "Just go bed him already. I know you want to and you know I know how much you want to. You've never taken a male into your bed before so you're not going to be as good in the bedchamber as I was when I was your age. You want the old and scruffy one, don't deny it."


Viconia pales into insignificance before this one's directness.


Andaire was with Tea and Gorion until she was about 4, so this is where she gets her lack of fear over dark elves I guess. And the character of Tea somehow morphed into a blunt speaking person far past what I intended.

Elideira clenched her teeth together and shot back, "He's not old and scruffy!"


Defending 'her male' already?


:)

Elideira opened and closed her mouth in shock


Well she might be shocked.


:D

"Ah, now we get to the truth!" Tey'Lena said triumphantly. "You want him to stay. You need to give him an excuse to stay with you, with us. Why not appeal to his willingness to learn things by teaching him something?"


Certainly she is not wanting in intelligence and is quite useful as a confidant.


Oh yes, as blunt as she speaks and as much as she likes to tease people, she'd keep her mouth shut if needed.

Elideira stood up, and pointedly ignoring the oil comment told her, "I'll teach him the tongue of the Maiden's people. That should occupy us for a while. I'll talk to you later."


Do they not speak the Drow tongue (I know nothing about Realms lore, by the way)?


Yes, they are speaking it throughout the entire conversation. Hmm, need to make that clearer somehow.

Gorion reshuffled the pages until they were in an order that made sense to him and he motioned for Elideira to lean closer so that she could see the writing on the parchments. "These documents here," the mage told her, "are actually copies of Alaundo's prophesies I made from reading the originals in Candlekeep. They trouble me for they foretell of many things, and I think I'm almost on the verge of puzzling out their meaning. Yet I've been staring at them for so long that the ink is blurring on the page."


The prophecies are never clear, even in hindsight; if he can discover them in foresight, he must be something really extraordinary.


I always thought that. Aside from the BG1 bio that indicated he went to rescue the child of the woman he loved, I think he knew more beforehand. For instance, he clearly knew Ulraunt before the PC was born, plus since he was a scholar I can't see him ignoring prophesies.

Elideira shook her head. "There's not much to tell. Even Quile can't get any real answers out of Lady Silverhair. Our goddess is a moody one and she refuses to say anything more on the subject. I get the impression that perhaps there's a disagreement among the gods, but Quile thinks it's more than that. So we clerics are left to figure out the meaning ourselves."


It should be 'Qilue', I think, not Quile.


thanks. :D

Gorion grunted, not satisfied with the reply but letting the mater drop anyway. He set aside the top parchment and showed the priestess the next one. She frowned when she read it, for did it mean what she thought it did?


'mater' - typo - matter.


Call me Typo Queen. Should have seen the document before I spellchecked it. :D

'but letting the matter drop' - It should be 'but let the matter drop anyway' I think.


*nods* Thanks. I miss these things alot.

The sage sighed heavily and replied, "Yes, it's all too true. I fear more than one god will die, but there will be replacements for some of them. Things change its true, but what distresses me and what I'm not too sure of is what one god is apparently planning to do in the event of his destruction."


'replacements' - not too comfortable with the word, but it could just be my army terminology affecting my ideas. I would have used the word - successors.


Yeah, both could work. Hmm, successors does sound more... FR I think.

Elideira thought of her family's involvement with the Bhaalite church and shivered. She didn't like them and she never will. What was good about intentionally killing someone in cold blood as an act of faith? She would be glad to see that faith die. "Good, he's a horrible god and Faerun will be a better place when we see the last of him."


'she never will' should be 'she never would' I think but you may like to check.


Done, the past tense fits more.

"No," Gorion told her. "Bhaal's influence will not end with his destruction. The great Alaundo has predicted that the Lord of Murder will somehow try to cheat death should it come to pass. Some of my associates think I spend too much time obsessing over fevered dreams of the future, although I like to think of it as being prepared. Some at least agree with me and will work to prevent his return."


Already he is planning and preparing to fight Bhaal's legacy. Excellent foresight and preparation.


I always thought so, he seems like that kind of person to me.

"Who knows Elideira, you may have a bigger part to play in the prophesy than you realize," Gorion said.


Prophetic words.


Very much so.

The half elf shivered as a chill passed over her. Then she looked up and realized a wind had sprung up. "I doubt that. I'll ride out the trouble with my sisters in faith, for that's the extent of my role in it. To turn the tables on you, maybe it's you who has a large role to play in Alaundo's prophesies."


It seems to be a day of prophets.


Had to do that, couldn't resist.

The priestess smiled though inwardly she was both nervous and happy. Perhaps Gorion would stay even after the current mission with the Harpers was done. She cleared her throat and said, "We must start at the beginning, and the first lesson is how to properly pronounce some sounds in Undercommon."


Groan! Do I not know that pronounciation is the devil in each language!


I didn't do all that well in the Linguistics part of my course last year. I shudder at the pronounciation for just the English phonemes!

Gorion listened patiently and the couple leaned close to each other as they went through the task of teaching the sage another tongue. More than one person watched the interplay between the older human and the younger looking half elf with the big ears. Selona was wistful as she looked upon the scene from her vantage point at the entrance to her tent. She was coming to realize some things about herself and she watched her friend almost as a distraction from her thoughts. She was glad that the fussy half elf had finally found a companion she liked. Tey'Lena of course was waiting for an opportunity to give her sister an I-told-you-so look, but the lighter hues woman never obliged by glancing in her direction. The Crintri was pleased of course, though she was also watchful for she had always been secretly protective of the woman. More than once had she quietly worked to get rid of an unsuitable male that had designs on Elideira.


I see that she has a whole host of dependable friends.


Yes, and she'll need them all.

Maybe, just maybe Eli would get tired of spending so much time with Gorion, but Merand doubted it. She'd never acted that way towards him, that's for sure. With a grim determination and ignoring the heaviness in his heart, the warrior disappeared into the cover of some nearby trees and continued with his task of acting as guard for the campsite. Once he turned his back on the others, he didn't return until his shift was ended.


The green eyed monster already beginning to poison one heart? Nice story.


Thanks and yes, this will go a long way to explaining his later behavior. Poor guy, I wonder when I'll stop tormenting him? :)

#11 Guest_Winter_Bloom_*

Posted 16 September 2003 - 10:59 PM

Yeah, been a long time since I last wrote a chapter on my series about Elideira, the mother of my Bhaalspawn character Andaire. Pleace critique it as I know it needs work and I got a sudden attack of laziness when I edited it (plus I'm a poor editor anyway). My writing will be spotty anyway as I got buckets of work to do for Uni. :P


YAY! It's been too long and I'm glad you've picked up this series again!


Long WB with this one.


Elideira tried to figure out why she wanted to be with him so much and she couldn't really come up with an answer. When they had shared that wine in town so long after their very first meeting, it had been like two old friends had reunited. Perhaps that was true but she really didn't know. Actually, she was unsure of everything she learned about men when it came to the sage. He didn't fit in with the profile of the charming womanizer nor the overworked scholar who had little idea of how to spend time with a woman without talking constantly about his or her studies. Gorion did that but not to excess and he made it all sound so interesting. And he was humble too for he didn't brag at all about his recent battle with a dragon. He had said it was merely a task that he had to attend to along with the help of a few friends, albeit a dangerous one that people should never attempt if they could help it.


*smile* Awww, she has a bit of a crush on him, yes? Cute.


She had it since she met him near her family's estate and sold him a horse.


"You are staring at your male again," Tey'Lena whispered in her sister's ear in Undercommon, causing Elideira to jump with a start. "You've done that ever since he came into that last town we were in."


*snicker* Love that silly half-Drow. :)


:)


Elideira wasn't stupid, she knew her sister was trying to get her to say something about sex, but she wasn't going to give her the satisfaction. Then she had an idea, one which would require her to be in constant contact with the sage. It would at least allow her to figure out for herself whether or not it was just a simple case of girlish infatuation she had over Gorion. "Thank you Tea, you've given me an idea."



"Oh, I have?" Tey'Lena purred wickedly. "What is it and does it involve oil in any way?"


Laska : Ah, I like Tea... We would have gotten along fine... And I mean REALLY fine. *grins*


Merand: There's more than *one* woman like Tea? Someone shoot me.

Tea: I like this Laska. So refreshing and fun.


"Which ones bother you the most?"



The Harper shook the sheaf of pages he held and answered, "All of these are observations on things that haven't happened yet, though I fear that they soon will. Like the prediction that the gods will walk the land as mortals. Powerful mortals, but still mortals. That will cause all sorts of trouble, mark my words."


With all we know now.... Hindsight is a benefit, I suppose.


Oh yes, he doesn't know how right he is.


The half elf pressed her lips together and tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. "My goddess does seem… concerned about something. All of us who speak to her have heard that she will at one point not be found in Arvendor or even the Deamon Web Pits. All of us priestesses have discussed this at length, but we've yet to come to a conclusion."


LOL! I bet the real reason why Eilistraee and Lolth are fighting is because they couldn't agree if the best captain was Kirk or Picard. :D


LOL, it's Picard! :D


The sage patted her on the arm in a comforting gesture. "Yes, more studying must be done on the matter, but it looks like Bhaal will be no more at the time that the gods walk the land."


Bhaal : D'OH! :D


Andaire: *sticks out tongue*


The half elf shivered as a chill passed over her. Then she looked up and realized a wind had sprung up. "I doubt that. I'll ride out the trouble with my sisters in faith, for that's the extent of my role in it. To turn the tables on you, maybe it's you who has a large role to play in Alaundo's prophesies."


Fascinating stuff. :D


Had to do it.


Gorion listened patiently and the couple leaned close to each other as they went through the task of teaching the sage another tongue. More than one person watched the interplay between the older human and the younger looking half elf with the big ears. Selona was wistful as she looked upon the scene from her vantage point at the entrance to her tent. She was coming to realize some things about herself and she watched her friend almost as a distraction from her thoughts. She was glad that the fussy half elf had finally found a companion she liked. Tey'Lena of course was waiting for an opportunity to give her sister an I-told-you-so look, but the lighter hues woman never obliged by glancing in her direction. The Crintri was pleased of course, though she was also watchful for she had always been secretly protective of the woman. More than once had she quietly worked to get rid of an unsuitable male that had designs on Elideira.


Awww...


Tea's a bit more direct than just telling someone to move on methinks.


Maybe, just maybe Eli would get tired of spending so much time with Gorion, but Merand doubted it. She'd never acted that way towards him, that's for sure. With a grim determination and ignoring the heaviness in his heart, the warrior disappeared into the cover of some nearby trees and continued with his task of acting as guard for the campsite. Once he turned his back on the others, he didn't return until his shift was ended.


Great stuff,
---Weyoun


There's only one character from this story who *will* be joining Andi's party. *hint* It's the one I gave a teleporting dog to. :)

#12 Guest_Nightfire_*

Posted 17 September 2003 - 07:25 PM

LOL. How old is he, anyway? About Keldorn's age in BG2, or younger?


Tey'Lena is a Crintri from Dambrath, which means she's a Drow half elf


I was referring to Gorion. :twisted:

Yeah, I'm taking liberties with the prophesies and expanding on them in some places. After all I'mthinking the more prominent Spawn would be mentioned, plus Gorion has to be in there, it's his influence that is crucial in the end methinks.


Sounds good. And yes, he's definitely a crucial character ...

#13 Guest_Theodur_*

Posted 21 September 2003 - 10:34 AM

Yeah, been a long time since I last wrote a chapter on my series about Elideira, the mother of my Bhaalspawn character Andaire. Pleace critique it as I know it needs work and I got a sudden attack of laziness when I edited it (plus I'm a poor editor anyway). My writing will be spotty anyway as I got buckets of work to do for Uni. :)


Pfew, caught up with these series, finally... had to, really - it's quite significant in relation to Blades. And it was worth it. :lol:

The half elf let her eyes drift from her task and settle on one Harper in particular. Gorion was seated on a patch of grass and concentrating on a couple of scrolls he had placed in his lap. She could see the serious look of deliberation on his face as he gazed upon those parchments and the frown that threatened to tug those lips of his down. She wondered what could be troubling him and she wished she could go over and talk to him and try to make his task easier. If it was a ballad or a story he wanted to untangle then she was sure she could help him. She did have to admit, privately to herself that she just wanted to spend time with him.


Hey, it's good old Gorion!

Theo: How's it goin', Pa? :)

"You are staring at your male again," Tey'Lena whispered in her sister's ear in Undercommon, causing Elideira to jump with a start. "You've done that ever since he came into that last town we were in."


"I have not!" Elideira protested, also in Undercommon. "You just happen to catch me when I'm looking at him, that is all."


Theo: Hehe, Pa is such a charmer, just like I am! :twisted:

The Harper shook the sheaf of pages he held and answered, "All of these are observations on things that haven't happened yet, though I fear that they soon will. Like the prediction that the gods will walk the land as mortals. Powerful mortals, but still mortals. That will cause all sorts of trouble, mark my words."


Yeah... especially for poor Elideira... ;)

The half elf pressed her lips together and tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. "My goddess does seem concerned about something. All of us who speak to her have heard that she will at one point not be found in Arvandor or even the Demon Web Pits. All of us priestesses have discussed this at length, but we've yet to come to a conclusion."


Yep, the ToT will be tough for clerics of every faith... heh, I bet it's no fun when your god suddenly doesn't answer your prayers and you are left 'high and dry'...

Elideira thought of her family's involvement with the Bhaalite church and shivered. She didn't like them and she never would. What was good about intentionally killing someone in cold blood as an act of faith? She would be glad to see that faith die. "Good, he's a horrible god and Faerun will be a better place when we see the last of him."


Well, someone will take over his portfolio, anyways. True, the style and execution probably varies - I wonder if with Cyric holding Bhaal's portfolio, the Faerun was a better place than when Bhaal himself held it? Methinks, hardly.

Gorion shrugged and studied the rest of the parchment he held for a minute. He sighed and started to roll all his scrolls together to put back in their case. He looked seriously at the half elf beside him and spoke. "I know not how we can truly prevent it, though should the troubling time come to pass we will do our best to thwart his plans. I'm disturbed because there has been scattered reports of a dark figure, not dark of skin but dark of deed, forcing himself upon unsuspecting women, for what reason I can not discern. I fear that there might be a connection between that activity and the prophesies I've read. I can't be certain and I hope I'm wrong."


;) Bhaal is such a bastard... if it wasn't for him, so many good guys perished because of his stupid plans. Elideira, Gorion, Khalid... :)

"True," the sage conceded, a twinkle appearing in his eyes. "Although no Orc can approach the beauty of my current instructor. Er, I mean you're a beautiful woman Elideira and I'd love to learn what you have to teach."


Theo: Ahem... half-elven priestesses... they are irresistible... right, Pa? :shock:

Maybe, just maybe Eli would get tired of spending so much time with Gorion, but Merand doubted it. She'd never acted that way towards him, that's for sure. With a grim determination and ignoring the heaviness in his heart, the warrior disappeared into the cover of some nearby trees and continued with his task of acting as guard for the campsite. Once he turned his back on the others, he didn't return until his shift was ended.


Poor Merand... but I don't think Eli would be the right for him. He needs a woman, intimidating and assertive, to make him change his sexist ways... :oops:

#14 Laufey

Posted 21 September 2003 - 06:02 PM

Elideira tried to figure out why she wanted to be with him so much and she couldn't really come up with an answer. When they had shared that wine in town so long after their very first meeting, it had been like two old friends had reunited. Perhaps that was true but she really didn't know. Actually, she was unsure of everything she learned about men when it came to the sage. He didn't fit in with the profile of the charming womanizer nor the overworked scholar who had little idea of how to spend time with a woman without talking constantly about his or her studies. Gorion did that but not to excess and he made it all sound so interesting. And he was humble too for he didn't brag at all about his recent battle with a dragon. He had said it was merely a task that he had to attend to along with the help of a few friends, albeit a dangerous one that people should never attempt if they could help it.


Oh yes, Gorion was a very special person. :oops:


Instead of getting angry, Tey"Lena laughed. She sat down beside the half elf and covertly pointed in the direction of the studiously working mage. "Hmm, I noticed you failed to deny you want him to share your sleeping roll. Don't worry, I can see that he doesn't have too bad of a body beneath that robe of his. No, it looks quite delectable, in a pale, thin sort of way. Perhaps he won't be a complete disgrace in the bedchamber after all. I can give you advice in that direction, sister."


LOL!


"Oh, I have?" Tey'Lena purred wickedly. "What is it and does it involve oil in any way?"


Elideira stood up, and pointedly ignoring the oil comment told her, "I'll teach him the tongue of the Maiden's people. That should occupy us for a while. I'll talk to you later."


Well, it is a workable approach, if not as fun as the oil idea. :twisted: Are going to get to see Gorion oiled up later, hmmm? :shock:


Elideira thought of her family's involvement with the Bhaalite church and shivered. She didn't like them and she never would. What was good about intentionally killing someone in cold blood as an act of faith? She would be glad to see that faith die. "Good, he's a horrible god and Faerun will be a better place when we see the last of him."


I think it wouldn't change much - there will still be murder, even if there's no god of murder.


Elideira smiled and replied, "I hope you're wrong too in this. Still, that an evil god like Bhaal will be no more is reason enough to celebrate. If the seer Alaundo is right and the gods will walk among us, then I plan to be where my goddess will be. All of her priestesses can be there to comfort her and meet her without having to go to Arvendor to do it."


"Who knows Elideira, you may have a bigger part to play in the prophesy than you realize," Gorion said.


Brrrrr...talk about foreshadowing. :lol:

I think perhaps I might have ended the chapter here, for more dramatic effect. As it is, you build towards a high point, but then slow the pace down again with other people watching Elideira and Gorion. Apart from that, very nice read!
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