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#1 Guest_Chantrys_*

Posted 29 September 2003 - 04:53 PM

The maid came in as we rose from the table. “Lady Mirielle, Inspector Trade is here to see you.”

“Show him into the parlor, Jane. We shall be there in a moment.”

Anomen bowed. “I should go, my Lady. I would not wish to be in the way.”

“Oh, please stay, Anomen,” said Mirielle. “I would really feel so much better if you were around…”

She looked at him with those eyes, and he folded like a card table. We followed Sis into the parlor. I’d seen a lot of scary things, but this took the cake. The parlor was decorated entirely in shades of pink. Pink leather, pink velvet, pink silk, pink lace…it was enough to drive a man crazy. I was willing to bet a year's pay that Kelsey never set foot in this room.

Two men rose from the pink leather couch. One of them, with a shock of red hair and a face like a collapsed lung, I’d met before. That would be Inspector Trade. A stand-up guy, if a bit wet behind the ears.

“Lady Mirielle,” said Trade, “it is an honor to finally meet you. I have heard much of your adventures, and have long admired all that you and your companions have done for us.”

He slobbered over Mirielle’s hand like an otyugh in heat, which she seemed to like. Dames really went for that stuff. “Why, thank you, Inspector Trade.”

“Please, call me Les.”

I watched Mirielle as they talked. She was looking a lot better this morning, even with the recent flood of tears. Trade certainly seemed to think so. Sis always had a way with people, even when we were adventuring. She could twist a guy around her little finger in minutes. I ought to know. I was one of those guys.

Sis was the reason why I got into this line of work. Once she’d ruined my plans to take over our father’s throne, I had nothing better to do than tag along in her wake. She’d impressed me with her style and power, not to mention her looks. I’d always been a sucker for a pretty face, especially when the lady in question treated you like someone worthy of respect. She really was a classy dame. I’d never understood why she hadn’t become a god, but I guessed it had something to do with Kelsey.

The other guy, a bony shrimp with a salt and pepper beard, finally got sick of the chatter. “Can we just get on with this?” he snapped. “Where’s the crime scene?” He stalked out of the room without waiting for an answer.

“Sorry about Moore,” said Trade. “He’s a bit touchy, but a good man in a crunch. Came with the highest recommendations from the Cowled Wizards.”

“Don’t worry about it,” said Mirielle. “I suppose we should hurry. I don’t want to waste your valuable time.”

We followed Mirielle downstairs into what looked like a basement laboratory. Moore was already there, checking out the joint. A heavy oak table stood in the center of the large room, every square inch covered with flasks, tubes, and other equipment. There were a lot of jars on the shelves, all neatly labeled in Kelsey’s precise writing. I took a look at the jars. Eye of newt and hair of dog. I made a note never to try any of Kelsey’s potions.

“I found him there, to the left of the table,” said Mirielle.

Moore gave the area a good once-over. “I see you moved the body, Les.”

“It was getting a bit ripe,” said Trade. “We captured images in the scrying ball, if you really need them.”

“Hmph. Very well. Do you have the personal item, Lady Mirielle?”

“Yes.”

She handed him a simple gold ring. Moore closed his eyes and began muttering mystical mumbo-jumbo.

While he was busy, I took another look around the room. Something wasn't right, but I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. And it didn’t help that Imoen was whispering in my ear.

“Look at him, Sarry! I could do that spell in two seconds. He wouldn’t need to whisper half that long if he were any good!”

Moore opened one eye and glared at Imoen before continuing his casting. I ignored her and kept looking at the floor, then the walls, then all that delicate equipment on the table. It finally clicked. The place was too damn clean.

Most crime scenes show some sign of struggle, but this room was neat as a pin. Kelsey was no pushover. Back when we were saving the world, he was not a guy you wanted mad at you. He could give as good as he got with lightning and banshee wails and all manner of magical destruction. I thought about saying something, but Moore looked like he’d get nasty if there were any more interruptions. So I kept my trap shut, resolving to discuss it with Imoen later.

There was a surge of light, and Moore released Kelsey’s ring. It hung in the air, floating on a cloud of silver sparkles, and then it began to spin, faster and faster. Imoen had just enough time to mutter, “If I’d done it, the sparkles would be much cooler. And pink.” before an image formed in the air above the spinning ring. It fuzzed for a moment before resolving.

In the image, a crossbow bolt struck Kelsey in the chest. He flung out an arm and staggered back, the surprised look freezing on his face as two more bolts pinned him to the floor. He twitched a little, and died.

Mirielle shrieked, and Anomen rushed to shield her from the view. “Have you no feelings, man?” he bellowed.

Moore waved his hand, a sour look etched deep into his face. Kelsey sprang to his feet, bolts flying backward and wounds miraculously healing.

Trade sighed. “Just start at the beginning, Moore.”

Moore grumbled some more, but swept his little finger sharply to the left and down. The image blacked out for a second before showing a different scene. Mirielle stood next to Kelsey, packing tiny flasks into a large wooden crate. It looked to be the last of a shipment, with six other crates stacked against the opposite wall.

Kelsey said something to Mirielle. She wiped her brow and poured him a glass of water from a large jug. He said something else, and she smiled and set down his drink.

“No sound,” Imoen muttered. “Completely amateur work.”

Mirielle kissed Kelsey on the cheek and said something before breezing up the stairs and out of the image. Kelsey nodded, a hapless “yes, dear” look pasted on his mug. He turned away and picked up his glass, draining it in long, thirsty gulps. He wiped his mouth on his sleeve and went back to packing.

Nothing exciting happened, so I let my eyes take another walk around the room. Trade watched the picture, his body tense, as if he were ready to jump into the image and prevent the murder. Anomen had an arm around Mirielle, who had recovered enough to peek fearfully over his shoulder at the image. Her mouth was open in a dainty pink “O” as she watched.

Imoen gasped, and I turned back in time to see a man appear in the room behind Kelsey. He blipped into existence without any of the fireworks and fancy puffs of smoke that mages tend to use. Very slick. I admired it for a moment. Kelsey clearly had no clue that anyone was behind him.

The man’s equipment was professional grade. Dark leather armor, no identifying crest. Common-make crossbow, nothing you couldn’t get at the Adventurer’s Mart. Plain dark clothing. Dark hood covering the hair and most of the face. A gold ring on his left pinky, but everyone and his brother wore those in Amn. Looked to me like an assassin. It would make perfect sense. After our rampant do-gooding in Tethyr, there would be no end to evil organizations wanting Mirielle or Kelsey dead. There was only one thing that didn’t add up. The assassin was going the wrong way.

At first I thought Moore had screwed up the spell, but no, the man really was sneaking away from Kelsey. He didn’t stop until he reached one of the stacked crates, where he shifted his crossbow to his left hand and moved his fingers in circular spellcasting motions.

“Imoen,” I ordered, not taking my eyes off the image. “Go check those crates. I want to know what that man was doing.”

“Sure thing.” Imoen sauntered to the crates and began to jimmy one open.

By now, the man in the image had completed his spell. A soft golden glow seeped into the crates. You could almost hear the man thinking, “One down, five to go.” But Kelsey raised his head. Perhaps he had sensed the use of magic, or perhaps the man wasn’t as silent as he seemed.

Like I said, Kelsey was no pushover. It’s hard to be when you’re one of the most powerful spell-slingers in Faerun. So he did just what I expected. He turned around and confronted the guy. They exchanged words, none of which we could hear, and then they fought. I didn’t bother to watch that part. We’d seen it before. Luckily for Sis, Moore paused the image just before the assassin fired his crossbow.

“Got everything?”

“Yes,” said Moore.

“Then let it go. We can review it later.” Trade scratched the sparse stubble that passed for his beard. “Funny that Kelsey didn’t manage to cast a…”

“Wait!”

Everyone turned to look at Mirielle, who had gone even paler than her norm. She extended a trembling hand. “That insignia,” she said in a strange, choked voice.

Insignia? I moved forward until I was next to Moore. Sis was right. The assassin’s sleeve had fallen back far enough to reveal a leather bracer. A decorated leather bracer. The exotic swirls in the design rang immediate warning bells in my head. I had seen it before, and not long ago.

Anomen peered over my shoulder. I could feel his bristle of outrage. “Farrahd!” he roared. “Yusef Farrahd!”

#2 Laufey

Posted 29 September 2003 - 05:32 PM

Anomen bowed. “I should go, my Lady. I would not wish to be in the way.”


“Oh, please stay, Anomen,” said Mirielle. “I would really feel so much better if you were around…”


Riiiiight...

She looked at him with those eyes, and he folded like a card table. We followed Sis into the parlor. I’d seen a lot of scary things, but this took the cake. The parlor was decorated entirely in shades of pink. Pink leather, pink velvet, pink silk, pink lace…it was enough to drive a man crazy. I was willing to bet a year's pay that Kelsey never set foot in this room.


Who knows? Maybe he *liked* pink. Not me though. :P


I watched Mirielle as they talked. She was looking a lot better this morning, even with the recent flood of tears. Trade certainly seemed to think so. Sis always had a way with people, even when we were adventuring. She could twist a guy around her little finger in minutes. I ought to know. I was one of those guys.


Mmmm...I still don't trust her one bit. :P Of course, maybe that's just a clever diversion on your part...


In the image, a crossbow bolt struck Kelsey in the chest. He flung out an arm and staggered back, the surprised look freezing on his face as two more bolts pinned him to the floor. He twitched a little, and died.


Mirielle shrieked, and Anomen rushed to shield her from the view. “Have you no feelings, man?” he bellowed.


Moore waved his hand, a sour look etched deep into his face. Kelsey sprang to his feet, bolts flying backward and wounds miraculously healing.


Wow! Does it do slowmotion and freeze frame too? :P


Imoen gasped, and I turned back in time to see a man appear in the room behind Kelsey. He blipped into existence without any of the fireworks and fancy puffs of smoke that mages tend to use. Very slick. I admired it for a moment. Kelsey clearly had no clue that anyone was behind him.


Hmmmm...something not right about this. Could his image have been implanted somehow?

The man’s equipment was professional grade. Dark leather armor, no identifying crest. Common-make crossbow, nothing you couldn’t get at the Adventurer’s Mart. Plain dark clothing. Dark hood covering the hair and most of the face. A gold ring on his left pinky, but everyone and his brother wore those in Amn. Looked to me like an assassin. It would make perfect sense. After our rampant do-gooding in Tethyr, there would be no end to evil organizations wanting Mirielle or Kelsey dead. There was only one thing that didn’t add up. The assassin was going the wrong way.


At first I thought Moore had screwed up the spell, but no, the man really was sneaking away from Kelsey. He didn’t stop until he reached one of the stacked crates, where he shifted his crossbow to his left hand and moved his fingers in circular spellcasting motions.


Curiouser and curiouser...


Like I said, Kelsey was no pushover. It’s hard to be when you’re one of the most powerful spell-slingers in Faerun. So he did just what I expected. He turned around and confronted the guy. They exchanged words, none of which we could hear, and then they fought. I didn’t bother to watch that part. We’d seen it before. Luckily for Sis, Moore paused the image just before the assassin fired his crossbow.


Uh Oh...I have a paranoid suspicioun we're missing something crucial here. After all, we never *saw* the guy fire the crossbow - so we don't *know* that he did. Somebody else might have picked it up later...

Everyone turned to look at Mirielle, who had gone even paler than her norm. She extended a trembling hand. “That insignia,” she said in a strange, choked voice.


Insignia? I moved forward until I was next to Moore. Sis was right. The assassin’s sleeve had fallen back far enough to reveal a leather bracer. A decorated leather bracer. The exotic swirls in the design rang immediate warning bells in my head. I had seen it before, and not long ago.


Anomen peered over my shoulder. I could feel his bristle of outrage. “Farrahd!” he roared. “Yusef Farrahd!”


Bet Yusef's being framed. :(
Rogues do it from behind.

#3 Guest_Withiel_*

Posted 29 September 2003 - 08:08 PM

Heheh.
As before, excellent use of the genre and conversion of the stock characters and themes. I especially like the various descriptions: "Face like a collapsed lung" etc, and the idea of an otyugh in heat...well, needless to say it sends shivers down my spine. Lots of evidence here, and it looks like there are some shady doings here (just a bit). For a start, Anomen, I don't trust him a bit. :P. Wouldn't it be great if the first suspect actually did the crime for once though? Looking forward to the next instalment,
Withiel.

#4 Guest_Silrana_*

Posted 30 September 2003 - 01:01 AM

Oooh, another chapter of the mystery! I love murder mysteries.

Anomen bowed. “I should go, my Lady. I would not wish to be in the way.”

“Oh, please stay, Anomen,” said Mirielle. “I would really feel so much better if you were around…”


She's my current frontrunner. Hey, any cop will tell you the spouse is the first and best suspect.

She looked at him with those eyes, and he folded like a card table. We followed Sis into the parlor. I’d seen a lot of scary things, but this took the cake. The parlor was decorated entirely in shades of pink. Pink leather, pink velvet, pink silk, pink lace…it was enough to drive a man crazy. I was willing to bet a year's pay that Kelsey never set foot in this room.


*shudders violently*

He slobbered over Mirielle’s hand like an otyugh in heat, which she seemed to like. Dames really went for that stuff. “Why, thank you, Inspector Trade.”

“Please, call me Les.”


Les... Trade? What a wonderful pun! Nice to see another Holmes fan!

While he was busy, I took another look around the room. Something wasn't right, but I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. And it didn’t help that Imoen was whispering in my ear.

“Look at him, Sarry! I could do that spell in two seconds. He wouldn’t need to whisper half that long if he were any good!”


Hee! Professional jealousy?

Mirielle kissed Kelsey on the cheek and said something before breezing up the stairs and out of the image. Kelsey nodded, a hapless “yes, dear” look pasted on his mug. He turned away and picked up his glass, draining it in long, thirsty gulps. He wiped his mouth on his sleeve and went back to packing.


Hmmm.

“Wait!”

Everyone turned to look at Mirielle, who had gone even paler than her norm. She extended a trembling hand. “That insignia,” she said in a strange, choked voice.

Insignia? I moved forward until I was next to Moore. Sis was right. The assassin’s sleeve had fallen back far enough to reveal a leather bracer. A decorated leather bracer. The exotic swirls in the design rang immediate warning bells in my head. I had seen it before, and not long ago.

Anomen peered over my shoulder. I could feel his bristle of outrage. “Farrahd!” he roared. “Yusef Farrahd!”


Very sloppy... or very convenient.

Great chapter!

#5 Guest_Chantrys_*

Posted 30 September 2003 - 03:00 AM

Who knows? Maybe he *liked* pink. Not me though. :D


Or me. :P Not having created the mod, I can't say what Kelsey thought of the color, but I think it's safe to say he wouldn't have wanted a whole room full of it.

Mmmm...I still don't trust her one bit. :) Of course, maybe that's just a clever diversion on your part...


:)


Wow! Does it do slowmotion and freeze frame too? :)


Perhaps I should have let Moore use a remote...or his other spell: TiVo.

Hmmmm...something not right about this. Could his image have been implanted somehow?


I'm tempted to let you speculate, but nope, wrong track.

Uh Oh...I have a paranoid suspicioun we're missing something crucial here. After all, we never *saw* the guy fire the crossbow - so we don't *know* that he did. Somebody else might have picked it up later...


Where's that neutral emoticon? :wink: Ah, there it is. :D

Bet Yusef's being framed. :)


Yeah? How much? :)

Thanks for reading and commenting! (And speculating.)

#6 Guest_Chantrys_*

Posted 30 September 2003 - 03:05 AM

As before, excellent use of the genre and conversion of the stock characters and themes. I especially like the various descriptions: "Face like a collapsed lung" etc, and the idea of an otyugh in heat...well, needless to say it sends shivers down my spine.


Mine too. (*insert disgusted emoticon here*)

Lots of evidence here, and it looks like there are some shady doings here (just a bit). For a start, Anomen, I don't trust him a bit. :wink:. Wouldn't it be great if the first suspect actually did the crime for once though?


You don't trust Anomen? But he's a goody-goody Knight! What's not to trust? :)

Seriously, I'm very glad you're still enjoying the story. As I've said before, it's just as much fun to see speculation as it is to write.

#7 Guest_Chantrys_*

Posted 30 September 2003 - 03:10 AM

Oooh, another chapter of the mystery! I love murder mysteries.


They are fun, aren't they? :)

She's my current frontrunner. Hey, any cop will tell you the spouse is the first and best suspect.


Let's see...so far we have two votes for Mirielle...and one who doesn't trust Anomen. (*keeps score*)

*shudders violently*


Yes, that's exactly what I think he'd do in that room.

Les... Trade? What a wonderful pun! Nice to see another Holmes fan!


:D You made my day by getting that pun.

Hee! Professional jealousy?


Just a tad.

Anomen peered over my shoulder. I could feel his bristle of outrage. “Farrahd!” he roared. “Yusef Farrahd!”


Very sloppy... or very convenient.


Or just a little of both.

Great chapter!


:wink: Thanks!

#8 Guest_Theodur_*

Posted 30 September 2003 - 06:51 AM

Gah! I was half-done with replying yesterday, when my Internet connection died on me. Grrr. Ok, take two. :P

He slobbered over Mirielle’s hand like an otyugh in heat, which she seemed to like. Dames really went for that stuff. “Why, thank you, Inspector Trade.”


“Please, call me Les.”


Good god. Yeah, I got this one too. Conan-Doyle was my favorite writer for a long time, as a kid I probably read every book of his. Very nice touch!

Wonder if that makes Sharry Holmes and Imoen... as a Doctor Watson... bwahaha... :wink:

I watched Mirielle as they talked. She was looking a lot better this morning, even with the recent flood of tears. Trade certainly seemed to think so. Sis always had a way with people, even when we were adventuring. She could twist a guy around her little finger in minutes. I ought to know. I was one of those guys.


Gah! Normally, I would think Sarry won't fall for a dame like that, but then again... I recall that bitch Cythandria (sp?) in BG1... hmm, I guess he has some weaknesses, too.

The other guy, a bony shrimp with a salt and pepper beard, finally got sick of the chatter. “Can we just get on with this?” he snapped. “Where’s the crime scene?” He stalked out of the room without waiting for an answer.


“Sorry about Moore,” said Trade. “He’s a bit touchy, but a good man in a crunch. Came with the highest recommendations from the Cowled Wizards.”


I wonder if you're punning someone with this Moore character too, but I don't quite get it.

We followed Mirielle downstairs into what looked like a basement laboratory. Moore was already there, checking out the joint. A heavy oak table stood in the center of the large room, every square inch covered with flasks, tubes, and other equipment. There were a lot of jars on the shelves, all neatly labeled in Kelsey’s precise writing. I took a look at the jars. Eye of newt and hair of dog. I made a note never to try any of Kelsey’s potions.


I pity the poor women who dare try them... :D

In the image, a crossbow bolt struck Kelsey in the chest. He flung out an arm and staggered back, the surprised look freezing on his face as two more bolts pinned him to the floor. He twitched a little, and died.


How sad. But not how you'd expect a powerful sorcerer to be slaughtered, is it? As Sarry said, a bit too clean.

Which brings me to a question... Mirielle is such a frail flower, she can't be anything else than a wizard too? Hmm...

Moore waved his hand, a sour look etched deep into his face. Kelsey sprang to his feet, bolts flying backward and wounds miraculously healing.


Oh, it has the rewind button too? :)

Mirielle kissed Kelsey on the cheek and said something before breezing up the stairs and out of the image. Kelsey nodded, a hapless “yes, dear” look pasted on his mug. He turned away and picked up his glass, draining it in long, thirsty gulps. He wiped his mouth on his sleeve and went back to packing.


Hmm, wonder if he's immune to poison.

Nothing exciting happened, so I let my eyes take another walk around the room. Trade watched the picture, his body tense, as if he were ready to jump into the image and prevent the murder. Anomen had an arm around Mirielle, who had recovered enough to peek fearfully over his shoulder at the image. Her mouth was open in a dainty pink “O” as she watched.


Ye Gods... she is really the carbon copy of the most annoying of Aerie's!

The man’s equipment was professional grade. Dark leather armor, no identifying crest. Common-make crossbow, nothing you couldn’t get at the Adventurer’s Mart. Plain dark clothing. Dark hood covering the hair and most of the face. A gold ring on his left pinky, but everyone and his brother wore those in Amn. Looked to me like an assassin. It would make perfect sense. After our rampant do-gooding in Tethyr, there would be no end to evil organizations wanting Mirielle or Kelsey dead. There was only one thing that didn’t add up. The assassin was going the wrong way.


At first I thought Moore had screwed up the spell, but no, the man really was sneaking away from Kelsey. He didn’t stop until he reached one of the stacked crates, where he shifted his crossbow to his left hand and moved his fingers in circular spellcasting motions.


Heh, mayhaps he just tried to ruin Kelsey's precious potions?

Like I said, Kelsey was no pushover. It’s hard to be when you’re one of the most powerful spell-slingers in Faerun. So he did just what I expected. He turned around and confronted the guy. They exchanged words, none of which we could hear, and then they fought. I didn’t bother to watch that part. We’d seen it before. Luckily for Sis, Moore paused the image just before the assassin fired his crossbow.


Well, that didn't quite add up, or did it? :)

“Then let it go. We can review it later.” Trade scratched the sparse stubble that passed for his beard. “Funny that Kelsey didn’t manage to cast a…”


Yep. Real funny, that.

Anomen peered over my shoulder. I could feel his bristle of outrage. “Farrahd!” he roared. “Yusef Farrahd!”


Heh. Y'know, if you take the LG path in the game, Ano would never confront Yusef... but I wonder if that is a significant fact here.

#9 Guest_Chantrys_*

Posted 01 October 2003 - 02:12 AM

Good god. Yeah, I got this one too. Conan-Doyle was my favorite writer for a long time, as a kid I probably read every book of his. Very nice touch!


I was obsessed with Holmes for a long time. ;)

Wonder if that makes Sharry Holmes and Imoen... as a Doctor Watson... bwahaha... :mrgreen:


I have a feeling Imoen would rather be Irene Adler. Or possibly Wiggins. :D

Gah! Normally, I would think Sarry won't fall for a dame like that, but then again... I recall that bitch Cythandria (sp?) in BG1... hmm, I guess he has some weaknesses, too.


Everyone has their weaknesses.

I wonder if you're punning someone with this Moore character too, but I don't quite get it.


It wasn't a conscious pun. I blame it on word association from Les.

I pity the poor women who dare try them... :D


It's like the facial creams with placenta. :)

How sad. But not how you'd expect a powerful sorcerer to be slaughtered, is it? As Sarry said, a bit too clean.

Which brings me to a question... Mirielle is such a frail flower, she can't be anything else than a wizard too? Hmm...


Oh, yes, she's a mage. I think I mentioned that in the first chapter.

Oh, it has the rewind button too? :D


Pity it was stuck on mute, huh. :P

Hmm, wonder if he's immune to poison.


He could be.

Heh, mayhaps he just tried to ruin Kelsey's precious potions?


:)

Well, that didn't quite add up, or did it? :D


It will add up eventually. (I hope.)

Yep. Real funny, that.


:D

Heh. Y'know, if you take the LG path in the game, Ano would never confront Yusef... but I wonder if that is a significant fact here.


Well, there are slight deviations, but yes, this would be the LG Ano. And that is significant.

Thanks for reading and commenting! :(

#10 Guest_Hunter_*

Posted 01 October 2003 - 02:58 PM

She looked at him with those eyes, and he folded like a card table. We followed Sis into the parlor. I’d seen a lot of scary things, but this took the cake. The parlor was decorated entirely in shades of pink. Pink leather, pink velvet, pink silk, pink lace…it was enough to drive a man crazy. I was willing to bet a year's pay that Kelsey never set foot in this room.


One of my sisters did this (really). Not even my mother set foot in there.

Two men rose from the pink leather couch. One of them, with a shock of red hair and a face like a collapsed lung, I’d met before. That would be Inspector Trade. A stand-up guy, if a bit wet behind the ears.


“Lady Mirielle,” said Trade, “it is an honor to finally meet you. I have heard much of your adventures, and have long admired all that you and your companions have done for us.”


Is he gonna kiss her ass as well? :shock:

We followed Mirielle downstairs into what looked like a basement laboratory. Moore was already there, checking out the joint. A heavy oak table stood in the center of the large room, every square inch covered with flasks, tubes, and other equipment. There were a lot of jars on the shelves, all neatly labeled in Kelsey’s precise writing. I took a look at the jars. Eye of newt and hair of dog. I made a note never to try any of Kelsey’s potions.


Who knows what goes on in a wizards lab.

“No sound,” Imoen muttered. “Completely amateur work.”


We can't all be archmages.

Anomen peered over my shoulder. I could feel his bristle of outrage. “Farrahd!” he roared. “Yusef Farrahd!”


Aha.

Hunter

#11 Guest_Chantrys_*

Posted 02 October 2003 - 04:09 AM

One of my sisters did this (really). Not even my mother set foot in there.


:shock: I'm so sorry.

Is he gonna kiss her ass as well? :lol:


:lol: Can you blame him?

Who knows what goes on in a wizards lab.


I'm sure Valygar would have something to say about that.


“No sound,” Imoen muttered. “Completely amateur work.”


We can't all be archmages.


Very sad, but true. Poor Moore. :)


Anomen peered over my shoulder. I could feel his bristle of outrage. “Farrahd!” he roared. “Yusef Farrahd!”


Aha.


:D

Thanks for reading and commenting!




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