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[Weyoun]

Minsc laughed jovially. “Boo says you are all most welcome friends in butt-kicking this day and with paladins and clerics and fighters and druids and thiefves and bards kicking the same evil backsides the Minsc does, evil will be very sore indeed! Evil will have large red welts over its bottom, and evil will apply creams to its tender, bruised nethers, only to find the forces of righteousness have replaced its cream with more boots! And then evil’s bum will really hurt and...”

*snicker*

“Bah!” Viconia scowled crossly while he admired the statue, folding her hands over the chest armored in the ankheg mail, “She’s to...delicate! Surely such a pixie is not to the tastes of such a strong warrior! Perhaps I misjudged you, jaluk.” Jaheira smirked and nodded along, then angrily whapped Khalid on the shoulder when she caught him looking slackjawed at the statue. Khalid blushed deeply and pretended to admire his own boots. Garrick simply kept staring slackjawed.

Bunch of slackjawed yokels. They could give Cletus a run for his money.

“Prism, regardles of whether I agree with you, aesthetically,” Onyx nodded as he interrupted Garrick, “That does not give you the right to..."

“Oh please!” Prism cried, “I am but a few minutes from completion, and I cannot run from this place until my task is done. I have been using potions of speed to aid my work, and have not slept for days. She is beautiful, is she not? ‘Tis a monument to my foolishness. I saw her but once, on the outskirts of Evereska, and said nothing. I let thee pass from mine eyes, and mine heart hath cursed me for it!”

What was Ellesime doing in Evereska? Stealing the hotel's towels perhaps?

“What are you talking about!?” Onyx cried, truly mystified, for it was of course Jade's physical description that Greywof was putting to Imoen. But this misled bounty hunter with his magical sword was charging the paladin nonetheless, meaning to decapitate first and ask questions later, or more likely not at all.

Questioning a cut off head is rarely productive.

Imoen and Garrick sent an arrow and a bolt flying at the bounty hunter, who all but failed to notice each as they lodged in his leathered chest, even as they drew blood. Onyx made another swing but Greywolf expertly parried it and made a stab of his own. Onyx barely managed to bring his shield in the way, but Greywolf quickly swung again low; hitting the inside of his knee with his sword and then sweeping his other foot with his boot. The sword didn’t pierce his armor leggings, but his was tripped and went clanging to the ground. As another of Imoen’s arrows glanced off his helmet, Greywolf turned to face Jaheira and Viconia as their spells completed, sending a yellow haze over and calling small vines up around his feet, neither of which seemed to faze him as he charged. He swung down at Jaheira, who tried to block with her quarterstaff, only to have it knocked from her hands, and his sword sliced into her armor and left a deep gash between her breasts. He kicked her in the stomach and sent her falling while Viconia swung Bassilus's hammer at him. He feigned aside, chuckling, and then stabbed low on her right side before she could get her shield over. The ankheg plate kept her from being impaled, but his sword came up half-circle whizzing around her armor, and opened her throat. His boot knocked out her leg and sent her to all fours.

Good on Vic! I alwasy gave her the Ankeg plate too.

Abruplty he came to face a healed Jaheira, at the moment she swung her quarterstaff from one end, batting his face. The bounty hunter's face crunched in with the sound of a dozens of bones and teeth shattering, and then an able, healed Viconia was on her feet behind the bounty hunter, planting a dagger in the nape of his neck and licking her lips as she twisted. The great man fell, limp.

That Drow has done that before, I think.

"Your face..." she looked up at him worriedly, for it was bruised and bloodied with a number of Greywolf's punches.

Onyx looked down at Imoen's limp wrist. "It's broken..." his mouth twitched, "That...bastard!" He looked Imoen in the eyes, his compassion turning to anger. "How dare he...."

Grrrrrr....

The paladin turned away, irritated for his confusion, and mad at her for it. "I don't know what in the hells you're talking about, crazy witch."

Oh, yes you do! *coughs*Gollem... Gollem*coughs*

The drow went livid, fuming. It briefly occured to her he hadn't dared to insult her before, which made her all the angier now. " Jaed wael! Ignorant fool! I spit upon you!"

“Alas, my work is complete!” Prism cried and distracted everyone, apparently having resumed his feverish work upon the statue as soon as the fight had ended. He stepped aside from the now-finished statue, and the males in the party caught themselves looking slackjawed at it, earning a few glares from the females. “Take what you will from my possessions,” Prism declared as he tried to run away, but collapsed to the ground and began breathing heavily, “But leave the sparkle in her eyes. O sweet creature. My effigy to thee is done. Perhaps our paths shall cross in distant Realms, and I shall find the courage to call thy name. Ellesime!”

With that, Prism choked up a wad of phlegm and blood, fell down on the ground, and lay still.

I wonder what the hell happened to him?

“Too many speed p-potions and no rest…he literally worked himself to death!” Khalid muttered in surprise and kicked one of the many empty potion bottles around the statue’s feet.

Oh, that answered my question.

“Ellesime?” Viconia glared at the elven statue and seemed to ignore Prism’s body.

Jaheira snorted while looking down at the body, "If you ask me, it's a waste to lose your life sculpting someone, especially her."

Here, here.

"Very well," Onyx put his old sword in his pack, and sheathed Varscona at his hip. Now it shall channel my rage, and bury itself again in the chest of the man with the glowing eyes.

Cute...

---Weyoun