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#1 Guest_Cel_*

Posted 30 June 2008 - 06:19 AM

Chapter 99: Hook, Line and Sinker


After a night of restless sleep and bad dreams - dreams of the bandit camp in the Wood of Sharp Teeth, where every bandit she butchered wore the face of a friend - it came as a relief for Ember to wake up in Garren Windspear's cabin. The muffled silence of being indoors and the closeness of the lumber walls felt oddly comforting after several nights spent out in the open; she ran her fingers over the nearest wall, letting the sensation of roughly hewn wood under her fingertips draw her fully back to reality. Looking around, she could barely see enough to tell that the other beds in the room were empty; but for a bright stream of daylight that shone through a half opened hatch, the room lay in darkness. Judging by where the patch of light struck the opposite wall, it was well past her usual waking hour.

Moving carefully, Ember sat up on the bed. She didn't feel the least bit rested, but in all other respects, her condition seemed to be improved. The fever from the night before had passed, and the lingering ache where her side had been cut open had all but faded away; it was only when she probed the injured area with a finger that she noticed the remaining tenderness. In a day or two, even that would be gone, leaving her with only a faint scar as a memento from the fight.

The fight that had cost Ajantis his life.

A fresh wave of grief hit her. As clear and vivid as the experience itself, the memory of the startled look on Ajantis's werewolf face danced before her eyes. What had he thought in that moment, when the orc he was fighting had used such a healing gift? Could he possibly have realized the truth; could he have guessed that he was on the verge of killing someone he once called friend? Of course not, she tried to reassure herself. Even if he recognized the healing touch, he probably just thought she was some odd kind of orcish paladin, or possibly an orcish Bhaalspawn - no, why would he think that? After all, he never knew...

No. Enough.

She forced back her tears, and wiped her eyes dry. It was not the first time she'd lost a friend, she sternly reminded herself, nor would it be the last. She didn't have time to waste on questions that could never be answered, not when it was perfectly clear what she had to do. Someone was responsible for this treachery; she had to find out who, and she had to deal with them. The more painful thoughts and questions would have to wait until it was over.

Doing her best not to wonder whether or not 'it' would ever actually be 'over', Ember carefully pulled on her clothes and headed to the cabin's kitchen, where she joined Mazzy in trying to convince Minsc that he still deserved to eat.

---

"Well, Sir Cadril, this is quite a situation," Garren Windspear said as everyone assembled in his kitchen.

"One might say that," the paladin replied wearily. He had lost a lot of blood, and was still pale.

"Lord Jierdan Firkraag hires you to find orcs, and you find orcs. He hires you," Garren said, turning towards Mazzy and Ember," to find werewolves, and you find werewolves. One could hardly be blamed for thinking that someone intended your groups to fight each other, hmm?"

"Can we be certain this someone is Lord Firkraag, though?" Mazzy asked.

"Certain? Of course not," Garren said, "but rest assured that you would not be the first to suffer because of his falsehoods and trickery. I have undergone the same, though my trial was less bloody."

"What happened?" Ember asked.

"My lands and my title were taken from me, almost overnight. I still bear the scars in my dreams..." The former baron sighed. "Firkraag sought my lands, so he discredited me. There were missing people only he could find, banditry only he could stop. Solutions to problems I am sure he caused."

"Aye, that makes sense," Yoshimo said. "I have heard his name mentioned in some less-than-reputable circles in the past. It seems he became wealthy and powerful far too quickly to be wholly legitimate."

"Indeed," Garren said. "The final straw was when my properties were razed in a single night; burnt to the ground, with no signs of invaders, raiding parties or even rogue arsonists. The people lost faith in me, and with nary an asset to my name, my influence crumbled. I had no choice but to sell the deeds to my lands to Firkraag, for a pittance. He got his wish, and I got this cabin." He held out his hands in a gesture of resignation. "What has happened to you is true to his style. As for which one of you offended him, and how, I cannot even begin to guess."

"He holds a grudge against the Order of the Radiant Heart, perhaps," Anomen muttered.

"I do not believe it is that simple," Sir Cadril said. "Firkraag did specifically request the services of Sir Ajantis and myself; we were told that it was due to our experience with fighting orcs this past winter. Why would he care about names if it was our Order he wished to tarnish?"

Ember listened in silence as the two surviving members of the Order argued about why they, of all people, had been targeted by such an elaborate plot. She did not say what she thought; to her, it was obvious that the larger party, fighting werewolves, was expected to slaughter the smaller party that thought they were dealing with mere orcs. Ajantis was always a better swordfighter than me, but until he stopped treating me like a simple foe, I was beating him. Whatever the reason, someone meant for us to obliterate them. Someone meant...

"Good sirs, calm yourselves! Any one of you could have slighted him in some way, without even knowing. He seems quite singleminded in his purposes," Garren said, interrupting the argument as well as Ember's unpleasant train of thought.

"Your grace, Mazzy asked, "what course of action do you recommend?"

"Your employer should be questioned, of course, and the Order must be informed of these events. If the two of you will assist me," Garren looked at Sir Cadril and Anomen,"I will write a brief report and have it sent to Sir Ryan Trawl. He is a friend of mine, and he will trust any account from my hand; I fear it would be most unfortunate to have the Order learn of these deaths through any other channel. A former courier of mine lives in a nearby village, and I am sure he would be happy to take this task. I can deliver my report into his hands and be back before nightfall, and in the morning, I can direct you to Firkraag's estate."

---

Less than an hour after the meeting, Garren rode off with his missive, leaving his son, Taar, to act as host to their unexpected guests. The young man took his duty very seriously, and did his best to make sure everyone was as comfortable as was possible considering the circumstances. Those who wished peace, he left alone, but he spoke at length with those who wanted conversation, and could add several details to his father's tale of Firkraag's dealings.

"My father is very much the trusting sort. That is why Lord Jierdan Firkraag was able to usurp his lands. My father languishes while Jierdan lives the high-life," the youth bitterly told Mazzy and Ember. "You could do much to bolster my father's spirit; bringing that Firkraag to task would help a lot. Please, if not for my father, then for yourself."

Ember was about to reply when Edwin, who had ensconced himself in a well-lit corner with his documents, suddenly cried out in glee.

"Ahh HA! I understand it!"

"Pardon?" Taar asked, confused by the wizard's outburst.

"Sorry to bother your petty concerns," Edwin replied disdainfully, "but I have translated some of the Nether Scroll! (Hmm... ancient magic at my fingertips, and more yet to decipher. It has been a good day.) What are you staring at? I've had my say; back to whatever you were doing, and let me work in peace!"

"Edwin is always like that," Mazzy told Taar.

"I see," the youth said hesitantly. "I... I trust that my father has not misplaced the faith he has in you."

"Rest assured, he has not," Ember said.

They sat in silence for a while, Edwin lost in his work and the rest lost in their thoughts. The peace was not broken again until the late afternoon, when one of the servants, a halfling named Jum, burst in through the cabin door in a panic.

"Run! Hide! There is trouble, I am sure!" he shouted, wide-eyed with fear.

"Quiet yourself, Jum," Taar said, "you don't want to alarm our guests. What is the matter?"

"Bandits! I saw them! Coming! They try not to be seen, but I saw them! Nearly here! Hide and run!"

"Bandits? I wonder what they are up to," Yoshimo said.

Sir Cadril stood up and reached for his sword. "We'd better go look. Wait here, lad."

Ember and her companions followed the knight outside. There were no signs of bandits, only bright afternoon sunlight and the sound of wind through branches.

A muffled shout came from the cabin behind them.

"Taar!" Mazzy shouted, and rushed back into the cabin. The youth was not there. A letter lay on the ground where Garren's son had stood mere moments ago. Jum crouched in a corner, shivering.

"W-w-wizard," the halfling stammered. "Came out of nowhere and grabbed the young master, he did, and poof! they were gone..."

"Dimension door," Edwin muttered with disgust as Sir Cadril picked up the letter. The paladin glanced at it, and wordlessly handed it to Ember; her name was written on the outside. A sense of dread filled her as she broke the letter's elaborate seal, which was stamped with Firkraag's crest.

"Ember of Candlekeep," she read, "I give you the opportunity to earn back your honour, and more. This game is interesting, but it drags on and on. Come, let us meet and decide who is... who is the better 'person.' To the northeast lies our battleground. You will know it to see it. Yes, I think you will know."

"We no longer need to question Firkraag's role in this, I suppose," Yoshimo said.

"Or who his target is," Ember muttered, crumpling the letter in her fist. She couldn't say she was the least bit surprised; if anything, the letter was less cruel than she'd expected.

"The evil man who tricked us has taken Garren's child?!" Minsc roared, rousing himself as if from a stupor. "No longer will Minsc stand for this treachery! There will be justice, for Minsc and for little Ajantis and for little Ember and for everyone! Minsc's blade will serve it in very large helpings! TREMBLE, EVIL!!"

"Your large friend has the right of it," Sir Cadril said, giving Ember a strange look. "Everything indicates that this is a trap, but even so, we must retrieve young Taar, and as quickly as possible. We should leave immediately."

"I agree." Ember smoothed out the crumpled letter and handed it to Jum. "When your master returns, give him this and tell him what happened. Tell him we've gone to confront Firkraag, and to rescue his son."

Clutching the letter in both hands, the still-trembling servant watched in silence as the adventurers gathered their gear and left the cabin, heading northeast.

#2 Guest_Ananke_*

Posted 01 July 2008 - 09:07 AM

Whee, an Ember update! :lol:

After a night of restless sleep and bad dreams - dreams of the bandit camp in the Wood of Sharp Teeth, where every bandit she butchered wore the face of a friend - it came as a relief for Ember to wake up in Garren Windspear's cabin.

Firkraag has this one up on Sarevok, I think. Instead of minions with friends' faces, he goes for friends with minions' faces. :shock:

Poor Ajantis. :D

Doing her best not to wonder whether or not 'it' would ever actually be 'over', Ember carefully pulled on her clothes and headed to the cabin's kitchen, where she joined Mazzy in trying to convince Minsc that he still deserved to eat.

You know, even not being Minsc's greatest fan and all, I still don't particularly want to know what Boo is living through at this moment. :wink:

"Indeed," Garren said. "The final straw was when my properties were razed in a single night; burnt to the ground, with no signs of invaders, raiding parties or even rogue arsonists. The people lost faith in me, and with nary an asset to my name, my influence crumbled. I had no choice but to sell the deeds to my lands to Firkraag, for a pittance.

I think that Firkraag must have had fun with that one. Leaving these puny human P.I.'s (Paladin Investigators) all stumped and all... Is it wrong that I want to laugh now?

"I do not believe it is that simple," Sir Cadril said. "Firkraag did specifically request the services of Sir Ajantis and myself; we were told that it was due to our experience with fighting orcs this past winter. Why would he care about names if it was our Order he wished to tarnish?"

Hmm. Ajantis, I understand... but Cadril? :pondering:

"Good sirs, calm yourselves! Any one of you could have slighted him in some way, without even knowing. He seems quite singleminded in his purposes," Garren said, interrupting the argument as well as Ember's unpleasant train of thought.

It really is easy to fall into megalomania and paranoia when you're a Bhaalspawn. After all, the whole world is about you. And out to get you.

I can deliver my report into his hands and be back before nightfall, and in the morning, I can direct you to Firkraag's estate."

Hmm. Will Firkraag intercept the messenger, leaving Our Heroes to themselves? Will, the moment Garren steps out of the cabin, he encounter a Fiery Death coming on the Wings of Doom? Will the Heroes find a Charred Corpse in the next installment? :-D

No, really... I won't grumble, much, but this scene sort of is the equivalent of the classical horror movie moment, "we've just decided there is a cunning monster around; let's split up!" :D

Ember was about to reply when Edwin, who had ensconced himself in a well-lit corner with his documents, suddenly cried out in maniacal glee.

"Ahh HA! I understand it!"

Fixed, as they say... Also, Edwin is too much absorbed in his scroll to have registered even the mention of unexplained fiery destruction, I see...

"Edwin is always like that," Mazzy told Taar.

Actually, he's not. He's like that only when you are quoting the game. He's halfway to decent when you are writing him yourself.

"I see," the youth said hesitantly. "I... I trust that my father has not misplaced the faith he has in you."

I love this reaction. ("OMG, OMG, what kind of people have I ended up with? Let me out of here!")

Sir Cadril stood up and reached for his sword. "We'd better go look. Wait here, lad."

...there is a monster about. Let's split up!

"Dimension door," Edwin muttered with disgust as Sir Cadril picked up the letter.

Next thought: "Edwin Odesseiron does not trifle with such simple spells. He prefers walking in the fresh air. And (these swamps, these horrid swamps) the occasional light shower."

"Ember of Candlekeep," she read, "I give you the opportunity to earn back your honour, and more. This game is interesting, but it drags on and on. Come, let us meet and decide who is... who is the better 'person.' To the northeast lies our battleground. You will know it to see it. Yes, I think you will know."

"We no longer need to question Firkraag's role in this, I suppose," Yoshimo said.

"Or who his target is," Ember muttered, crumpling the letter in her fist.

Edwin: :sigh: "We just have to ask Garren if there are some conspicuous places around. A Castle of Doom, perhaps."

... You know, I can't wait to see how you deal with THAT one.

"The evil man who tricked us has taken Garren's child?!" Minsc roared, rousing himself as if from a stupor. "No longer will Minsc stand for this treachery! There will be justice, for Minsc and for little Ajantis and for little Ember and for everyone! Minsc's blade will serve it in very large helpings! TREMBLE, EVIL!!"

Never change, Minsc. :D Although this speech does read like a cut-and-paste of all the Sarevok, Irenicus and your other speeches, it's what's needed for the moment, I guess. :shock:

Clutching the letter in both hands, the still-trembling servant watched in silence as the adventurers gathered their gear and left the cabin, heading northeast.

Aaaand ahead they go! I can't wait to see how you deal with the dungeon. It was fun to play through, but the writing...?

#3 Guest_Theodur_*

Posted 01 July 2008 - 10:21 AM

Moving carefully, Ember sat up on the bed. She didn't feel the least bit rested, but in all other respects, her condition seemed to be improved. The fever from the night before had passed, and the lingering ache where her side had been cut open had all but faded away; it was only when she probed the injured area with a finger that she noticed the remaining tenderness. In a day or two, even that would be gone, leaving her with only a faint scar as a memento from the fight.


Bittersweet, but symbolic, if the scar would remain.

A fresh wave of grief hit her. As clear and vivid as the experience itself, the memory of the startled look on Ajantis's werewolf face danced before her eyes. What had he thought in that moment, when the orc he was fighting had used such a healing gift? Could he possibly have realized the truth; could he have guessed that he was on the verge of killing someone he once called friend? Of course not, she tried to reassure herself. Even if he recognized the healing touch, he probably just thought she was some odd kind of orcish paladin, or possibly an orcish Bhaalspawn - no, why would he think that? After all, he never knew...


Of course, it would be a further twist of knife if it was obvious that he realized, but I think under the circumstances he couldn’t.

"Lord Jierdan Firkraag hires you to find orcs, and you find orcs. He hires you," Garren said, turning towards Mazzy and Ember," to find werewolves, and you find werewolves. One could hardly be blamed for thinking that someone intended your groups to fight each other, hmm?"


I’m sure you’re simply too suspicious. :-D

"My lands and my title were taken from me, almost overnight. I still bear the scars in my dreams..." The former baron sighed. "Firkraag sought my lands, so he discredited me. There were missing people only he could find, banditry only he could stop. Solutions to problems I am sure he caused."


Well, to be fair, there’s not much of a land to speak of, just a lot of rocks. :D

"Indeed," Garren said. "The final straw was when my properties were razed in a single night; burnt to the ground, with no signs of invaders, raiding parties or even rogue arsonists. The people lost faith in me, and with nary an asset to my name, my influence crumbled. I had no choice but to sell the deeds to my lands to Firkraag, for a pittance. He got his wish, and I got this cabin."


Oh, I see, this is much more reasonable, the lands are actually elsewhere.

"Your employer should be questioned, of course, and the Order must be informed of these events. If the two of you will assist me," Garren looked at Sir Cadril and Anomen,"I will write a brief report and have it sent to Sir Ryan Trawl. He is a friend of mine, and he will trust any account from my hand; I fear it would be most unfortunate to have the Order learn of these deaths through any other channel. A former courier of mine lives in a nearby village, and I am sure he would be happy to take this task. I can deliver my report into his hands and be back before nightfall, and in the morning, I can direct you to Firkraag's estate."


You mean the elaborate dungeon whose entrance is decorated with inconspicuous dragon head carvings? :shock:

Ember was about to reply when Edwin, who had ensconced himself in a well-lit corner with his documents, suddenly cried out in glee.


"Ahh HA! I understand it!"


Oh dear, the moment nears…

"Sorry to bother your petty concerns," Edwin replied disdainfully, "but I have translated some of the Nether Scroll! (Hmm... ancient magic at my fingertips, and more yet to decipher. It has been a good day.) What are you staring at? I've had my say; back to whatever you were doing, and let me work in peace!"


Well, you did want the attention though. :shock:

"Taar!" Mazzy shouted, and rushed back into the cabin. The youth was not there. A letter lay on the ground where Garren's son had stood mere moments ago. Jum crouched in a corner, shivering.


They certainly fell for an age old trick there…

"Dimension door," Edwin muttered with disgust as Sir Cadril picked up the letter.


I really have to wonder why none of the NPC mages can learn that spell. :wink:

Clutching the letter in both hands, the still-trembling servant watched in silence as the adventurers gathered their gear and left the cabin, heading northeast.


Sssssh! We’we hunting dwagons!

#4 Guest_Cel_*

Posted 04 July 2008 - 04:30 PM

Whee, an Ember update! :D


Yeah, writing this section is turning out to be... difficult. And having just started with the equivalent of a half year's study crammed into 7 weeks between may and november doesn't make it easier. But, I am trying.

After a night of restless sleep and bad dreams - dreams of the bandit camp in the Wood of Sharp Teeth, where every bandit she butchered wore the face of a friend - it came as a relief for Ember to wake up in Garren Windspear's cabin.

Firkraag has this one up on Sarevok, I think. Instead of minions with friends' faces, he goes for friends with minions' faces. :D


Yeah, this way is definitely worse, because you can't unkill someone after you discover your mistake.

Poor Ajantis. :shock:


Yeah, he's gone now, and I knew ALL ALONG that I'd kill him :D

Doing her best not to wonder whether or not 'it' would ever actually be 'over', Ember carefully pulled on her clothes and headed to the cabin's kitchen, where she joined Mazzy in trying to convince Minsc that he still deserved to eat.

You know, even not being Minsc's greatest fan and all, I still don't particularly want to know what Boo is living through at this moment. :(


Boo is fine. Minsc doesn't blame Boo, and makes sure he is fed as he doesn't deserve to suffer for Minsc's failure. (It's hard trying to gauge how much angst to write in these chapters without it being too little or too much, you know!)

"Indeed," Garren said. "The final straw was when my properties were razed in a single night; burnt to the ground, with no signs of invaders, raiding parties or even rogue arsonists. The people lost faith in me, and with nary an asset to my name, my influence crumbled. I had no choice but to sell the deeds to my lands to Firkraag, for a pittance.

I think that Firkraag must have had fun with that one. Leaving these puny human P.I.'s (Paladin Investigators) all stumped and all... Is it wrong that I want to laugh now?


No, not at all.

"I do not believe it is that simple," Sir Cadril said. "Firkraag did specifically request the services of Sir Ajantis and myself; we were told that it was due to our experience with fighting orcs this past winter. Why would he care about names if it was our Order he wished to tarnish?"

Hmm. Ajantis, I understand... but Cadril? :pondering:


It's just because he was partnered with Ajantis. They killed some orcs together, and it'd be odd if only Ajantis were requested.

"Good sirs, calm yourselves! Any one of you could have slighted him in some way, without even knowing. He seems quite singleminded in his purposes," Garren said, interrupting the argument as well as Ember's unpleasant train of thought.

It really is easy to fall into megalomania and paranoia when you're a Bhaalspawn. After all, the whole world is about you. And out to get you.


Is it really paranoia when it's true, though?

I can deliver my report into his hands and be back before nightfall, and in the morning, I can direct you to Firkraag's estate."

Hmm. Will Firkraag intercept the messenger, leaving Our Heroes to themselves? Will, the moment Garren steps out of the cabin, he encounter a Fiery Death coming on the Wings of Doom? Will the Heroes find a Charred Corpse in the next installment? :-D


No :D

No, really... I won't grumble, much, but this scene sort of is the equivalent of the classical horror movie moment, "we've just decided there is a cunning monster around; let's split up!" :D


At least he's only going to the closest village and not all the way to Athkatla!

Ember was about to reply when Edwin, who had ensconced himself in a well-lit corner with his documents, suddenly cried out in maniacal glee.

"Ahh HA! I understand it!"

Fixed, as they say... Also, Edwin is too much absorbed in his scroll to have registered even the mention of unexplained fiery destruction, I see...


Fixed? :P
And he is on the verge of a breakthrough, I'll have you know...

"Edwin is always like that," Mazzy told Taar.

Actually, he's not. He's like that only when you are quoting the game. He's halfway to decent when you are writing him yourself.


Remember that Mazzy doesn't like Edwin, though, and also remember that he's been more than usually obsessed with that scroll during most of the time she's known him.

"I see," the youth said hesitantly. "I... I trust that my father has not misplaced the faith he has in you."

I love this reaction. ("OMG, OMG, what kind of people have I ended up with? Let me out of here!")


Thank you :lol:

Sir Cadril stood up and reached for his sword. "We'd better go look. Wait here, lad."

...there is a monster about. Let's split up!


You know it!

"Dimension door," Edwin muttered with disgust as Sir Cadril picked up the letter.

Next thought: "Edwin Odesseiron does not trifle with such simple spells. He prefers walking in the fresh air. And (these swamps, these horrid swamps) the occasional light shower."


He's just pissed off that inferior hedgewizards are finding good ways to utilize a spell he considered too unimportant to ever actually learn for himself :D

"Ember of Candlekeep," she read, "I give you the opportunity to earn back your honour, and more. This game is interesting, but it drags on and on. Come, let us meet and decide who is... who is the better 'person.' To the northeast lies our battleground. You will know it to see it. Yes, I think you will know."

"We no longer need to question Firkraag's role in this, I suppose," Yoshimo said.

"Or who his target is," Ember muttered, crumpling the letter in her fist.

Edwin: :sigh: "We just have to ask Garren if there are some conspicuous places around. A Castle of Doom, perhaps."

... You know, I can't wait to see how you deal with THAT one.


...Neither can I :D

"The evil man who tricked us has taken Garren's child?!" Minsc roared, rousing himself as if from a stupor. "No longer will Minsc stand for this treachery! There will be justice, for Minsc and for little Ajantis and for little Ember and for everyone! Minsc's blade will serve it in very large helpings! TREMBLE, EVIL!!"

Never change, Minsc. :D Although this speech does read like a cut-and-paste of all the Sarevok, Irenicus and your other speeches, it's what's needed for the moment, I guess. :shock:


Sheesh, and not a single word of it was pasted on :wink:

Clutching the letter in both hands, the still-trembling servant watched in silence as the adventurers gathered their gear and left the cabin, heading northeast.

Aaaand ahead they go! I can't wait to see how you deal with the dungeon. It was fun to play through, but the writing...?


It's not just a busy schedule that's causing my writing delays here, let's leave it at that!

#5 Guest_Cel_*

Posted 04 July 2008 - 04:37 PM

Moving carefully, Ember sat up on the bed. She didn't feel the least bit rested, but in all other respects, her condition seemed to be improved. The fever from the night before had passed, and the lingering ache where her side had been cut open had all but faded away; it was only when she probed the injured area with a finger that she noticed the remaining tenderness. In a day or two, even that would be gone, leaving her with only a faint scar as a memento from the fight.


Bittersweet, but symbolic, if the scar would remain.


It'll remain, but unfortunately it'll be hard to pick it out amidst the ones from her captivity.

A fresh wave of grief hit her. As clear and vivid as the experience itself, the memory of the startled look on Ajantis's werewolf face danced before her eyes. What had he thought in that moment, when the orc he was fighting had used such a healing gift? Could he possibly have realized the truth; could he have guessed that he was on the verge of killing someone he once called friend? Of course not, she tried to reassure herself. Even if he recognized the healing touch, he probably just thought she was some odd kind of orcish paladin, or possibly an orcish Bhaalspawn - no, why would he think that? After all, he never knew...


Of course, it would be a further twist of knife if it was obvious that he realized, but I think under the circumstances he couldn’t.


That doesn't mean that the fact that she'll never know won't gnaw at her, of course.

"My lands and my title were taken from me, almost overnight. I still bear the scars in my dreams..." The former baron sighed. "Firkraag sought my lands, so he discredited me. There were missing people only he could find, banditry only he could stop. Solutions to problems I am sure he caused."


Well, to be fair, there’s not much of a land to speak of, just a lot of rocks. :D


In other words, pretty much just the kind of terrain I grew up in :shock:

"Indeed," Garren said. "The final straw was when my properties were razed in a single night; burnt to the ground, with no signs of invaders, raiding parties or even rogue arsonists. The people lost faith in me, and with nary an asset to my name, my influence crumbled. I had no choice but to sell the deeds to my lands to Firkraag, for a pittance. He got his wish, and I got this cabin."


Oh, I see, this is much more reasonable, the lands are actually elsewhere.


No, not really.

"Your employer should be questioned, of course, and the Order must be informed of these events. If the two of you will assist me," Garren looked at Sir Cadril and Anomen,"I will write a brief report and have it sent to Sir Ryan Trawl. He is a friend of mine, and he will trust any account from my hand; I fear it would be most unfortunate to have the Order learn of these deaths through any other channel. A former courier of mine lives in a nearby village, and I am sure he would be happy to take this task. I can deliver my report into his hands and be back before nightfall, and in the morning, I can direct you to Firkraag's estate."


You mean the elaborate dungeon whose entrance is decorated with inconspicuous dragon head carvings? :shock:


What else?

Ember was about to reply when Edwin, who had ensconced himself in a well-lit corner with his documents, suddenly cried out in glee.

"Ahh HA! I understand it!"


Oh dear, the moment nears…


I intend to try to make the worst of it :-D

"Sorry to bother your petty concerns," Edwin replied disdainfully, "but I have translated some of the Nether Scroll! (Hmm... ancient magic at my fingertips, and more yet to decipher. It has been a good day.) What are you staring at? I've had my say; back to whatever you were doing, and let me work in peace!"


Well, you did want the attention though. :wink:


Not that he'll ever admit to seeking it, of course.

"Taar!" Mazzy shouted, and rushed back into the cabin. The youth was not there. A letter lay on the ground where Garren's son had stood mere moments ago. Jum crouched in a corner, shivering.


They certainly fell for an age old trick there…


Yes. They should be ashamed of themselves.


"Dimension door," Edwin muttered with disgust as Sir Cadril picked up the letter.


I really have to wonder why none of the NPC mages can learn that spell. :D


I wonder where it would be game breaking. The only thing I can think of is if someone used it to escape from the asylum after entering it as inmates.

Clutching the letter in both hands, the still-trembling servant watched in silence as the adventurers gathered their gear and left the cabin, heading northeast.


Sssssh! We’we hunting dwagons!


Not quite yet, they aren't :lol:

#6 Guest_AlphaMonkey_*

Posted 05 July 2008 - 03:13 AM

Doing her best not to wonder whether or not 'it' would ever actually be 'over', Ember carefully pulled on her clothes and headed to the cabin's kitchen, where she joined Mazzy in trying to convince Minsc that he still deserved to eat.


Poor Minsc. :D

"Edwin is always like that," Mazzy told Taar.


Yeah, I'm thinking about buying a taser to deal with instances like that. :-D

"Ember of Candlekeep," she read, "I give you the opportunity to earn back your honour, and more. This game is interesting, but it drags on and on. Come, let us meet and decide who is... who is the better 'person.' To the northeast lies our battleground. You will know it to see it. Yes, I think you will know."

"We no longer need to question Firkraag's role in this, I suppose," Yoshimo said.

"Or who his target is," Ember muttered, crumpling the letter in her fist. She couldn't say she was the least bit surprised; if anything, the letter was less cruel than she'd expected.


Falynn: "I hate that guy."

Imoen: "He tasted -real- good with ketchup, though."

Falynn: "Actually, yeah. Kinda like chicken."

Imoen: "See? Told ya!"

#7 Guest_Futurist_*

Posted 05 July 2008 - 08:18 AM

Moving carefully, Ember sat up on the bed. She didn't feel the least bit rested, but in all other respects, her condition seemed to be improved. The fever from the night before had passed, and the lingering ache where her side had been cut open had all but faded away; it was only when she probed the injured area with a finger that she noticed the remaining tenderness. In a day or two, even that would be gone, leaving her with only a faint scar as a memento from the fight.

The fight that had cost Ajantis his life.

A fresh wave of grief hit her. As clear and vivid as the experience itself, the memory of the startled look on Ajantis's werewolf face danced before her eyes. What had he thought in that moment, when the orc he was fighting had used such a healing gift? Could he possibly have realized the truth; could he have guessed that he was on the verge of killing someone he once called friend? Of course not, she tried to reassure herself. Even if he recognized the healing touch, he probably just thought she was some odd kind of orcish paladin, or possibly an orcish Bhaalspawn - no, why would he think that? After all, he never knew...

No. Enough.

She forced back her tears, and wiped her eyes dry. It was not the first time she'd lost a friend, she sternly reminded herself, nor would it be the last. She didn't have time to waste on questions that could never be answered, not when it was perfectly clear what she had to do. Someone was responsible for this treachery; she had to find out who, and she had to deal with them. The more painful thoughts and questions would have to wait until it was over.


Must be difficult to live with in the end, to know that someones treachery made you kill an old friend.

Doing her best not to wonder whether or not 'it' would ever actually be 'over', Ember carefully pulled on her clothes and headed to the cabin's kitchen, where she joined Mazzy in trying to convince Minsc that he still deserved to eat.


Forgive me for this but Minsc´s way of selfpunishment just seems hillarious...

"Aye, that makes sense," Yoshimo said. "I have heard his name mentioned in some less-than-reputable circles in the past. It seems he became wealthy and powerful far too quickly to be wholly legitimate."


You know, I always thought that he could have mentioned that earlier...


Ember listened in silence as the two surviving members of the Order argued about why they, of all people, had been targeted by such an elaborate plot. She did not say what she thought; to her, it was obvious that the larger party, fighting werewolves, was expected to slaughter the smaller party that thought they were dealing with mere orcs. Ajantis was always a better swordfighter than me, but until he stopped treating me like a simple foe, I was beating him. Whatever the reason, someone meant for us to obliterate them. Someone meant...


Firkaag comes of as much more manipulative here then in the game... very good!

"Sorry to bother your petty concerns," Edwin replied disdainfully, "but I have translated some of the Nether Scroll! (Hmm... ancient magic at my fingertips, and more yet to decipher. It has been a good day.) What are you staring at? I've had my say; back to whatever you were doing, and let me work in peace!"


It is going to be hilarious when he turns himself into a woman.


Clutching the letter in both hands, the still-trembling servant watched in silence as the adventurers gathered their gear and left the cabin, heading northeast.


Well, Firkaag will be a suprise to say the least...

#8 Guest_Coutelier_*

Posted 05 July 2008 - 09:05 AM

She forced back her tears, and wiped her eyes dry. It was not the first time she'd lost a friend, she sternly reminded herself, nor would it be the last. She didn't have time to waste on questions that could never be answered, not when it was perfectly clear what she had to do. Someone was responsible for this treachery; she had to find out who, and she had to deal with them. The more painful thoughts and questions would have to wait until it was over.

Doing her best not to wonder whether or not 'it' would ever actually be 'over', Ember carefully pulled on her clothes and headed to the cabin's kitchen, where she joined Mazzy in trying to convince Minsc that he still deserved to eat.


BGH Imoen: So sad... I don't think there's ever been so much senseless blood shed since Microsofts war with Norway. But at least then everyone knew who they were fighting against... Microsofts army all had to have small satelite dishes on their heads so they could receive the latest updates.

"My lands and my title were taken from me, almost overnight. I still bear the scars in my dreams..." The former baron sighed. "Firkraag sought my lands, so he discredited me. There were missing people only he could find, banditry only he could stop. Solutions to problems I am sure he caused."


Aerie: No parties ever to seem to meet any people who don't have any problems and are actually just rather happy with their lives...

Imoen: Well... happy people just aren't very interesting.

"He holds a grudge against the Order of the Radiant Heart, perhaps," Anomen muttered.


Tarant: So do thousands of other people.

"Sorry to bother your petty concerns," Edwin replied disdainfully, "but I have translated some of the Nether Scroll! (Hmm... ancient magic at my fingertips, and more yet to decipher. It has been a good day.) What are you staring at? I've had my say; back to whatever you were doing, and let me work in peace!"

"Edwin is always like that," Mazzy told Taar.



Tarant: So smack him... if you don't discipline children they never learn.

"Quiet yourself, Jum," Taar said, "you don't want to alarm our guests. What is the matter?"

"Bandits! I saw them! Coming! They try not to be seen, but I saw them! Nearly here! Hide and run!"


Imoen: You mean run and hide don't you? You can't hide first then run... that would be silly.... silly halflings...

"The evil man who tricked us has taken Garren's child?!" Minsc roared, rousing himself as if from a stupor. "No longer will Minsc stand for this treachery! There will be justice, for Minsc and for little Ajantis and for little Ember and for everyone! Minsc's blade will serve it in very large helpings! TREMBLE, EVIL!!"


Imoen: You can't cause an abstract concept to tremble, no matter how loudly you yell at it...

Tarant: Imoen, please shut up before I drown you in a soup made out of your kidneys and liver.

"I agree." Ember smoothed out the crumpled letter and handed it to Jum. "When your master returns, give him this and tell him what happened. Tell him we've gone to confront Firkraag, and to rescue his son."

Clutching the letter in both hands, the still-trembling servant watched in silence as the adventurers gathered their gear and left the cabin, heading northeast.


I'm sure they'll be back before tea time. It's not like there's going to be any big red scaly monsters or anything :-D

#9 Guest_Cel_*

Posted 07 July 2008 - 06:43 AM

Doing her best not to wonder whether or not 'it' would ever actually be 'over', Ember carefully pulled on her clothes and headed to the cabin's kitchen, where she joined Mazzy in trying to convince Minsc that he still deserved to eat.


Poor Minsc. :lol:


Yeah, he can hardly recover easily from something like this.

"Edwin is always like that," Mazzy told Taar.


Yeah, I'm thinking about buying a taser to deal with instances like that. :shock:


Hmmm... Except he still has Boots of Grounding. Pity :D

"Ember of Candlekeep," she read, "I give you the opportunity to earn back your honour, and more. This game is interesting, but it drags on and on. Come, let us meet and decide who is... who is the better 'person.' To the northeast lies our battleground. You will know it to see it. Yes, I think you will know."

"We no longer need to question Firkraag's role in this, I suppose," Yoshimo said.

"Or who his target is," Ember muttered, crumpling the letter in her fist. She couldn't say she was the least bit surprised; if anything, the letter was less cruel than she'd expected.


Falynn: "I hate that guy."

Imoen: "He tasted -real- good with ketchup, though."

Falynn: "Actually, yeah. Kinda like chicken."

Imoen: "See? Told ya!"


Dragon steaks? ;)

#10 Guest_Cel_*

Posted 07 July 2008 - 06:46 AM


She forced back her tears, and wiped her eyes dry. It was not the first time she'd lost a friend, she sternly reminded herself, nor would it be the last. She didn't have time to waste on questions that could never be answered, not when it was perfectly clear what she had to do. Someone was responsible for this treachery; she had to find out who, and she had to deal with them. The more painful thoughts and questions would have to wait until it was over.


Must be difficult to live with in the end, to know that someones treachery made you kill an old friend.


In a word, yes.


Doing her best not to wonder whether or not 'it' would ever actually be 'over', Ember carefully pulled on her clothes and headed to the cabin's kitchen, where she joined Mazzy in trying to convince Minsc that he still deserved to eat.


Forgive me for this but Minsc´s way of selfpunishment just seems hillarious...


Does Swedish have the word 'tragikomisk'? If I'd written Minsc's breakfast more fully, it would have bordered on that. So I didn't.


"Aye, that makes sense," Yoshimo said. "I have heard his name mentioned in some less-than-reputable circles in the past. It seems he became wealthy and powerful far too quickly to be wholly legitimate."


You know, I always thought that he could have mentioned that earlier...


He did mention him not being the most reputable.


Ember listened in silence as the two surviving members of the Order argued about why they, of all people, had been targeted by such an elaborate plot. She did not say what she thought; to her, it was obvious that the larger party, fighting werewolves, was expected to slaughter the smaller party that thought they were dealing with mere orcs. Ajantis was always a better swordfighter than me, but until he stopped treating me like a simple foe, I was beating him. Whatever the reason, someone meant for us to obliterate them. Someone meant...


Firkaag comes of as much more manipulative here then in the game... very good!


Thanks :lol:


"Sorry to bother your petty concerns," Edwin replied disdainfully, "but I have translated some of the Nether Scroll! (Hmm... ancient magic at my fingertips, and more yet to decipher. It has been a good day.) What are you staring at? I've had my say; back to whatever you were doing, and let me work in peace!"


It is going to be hilarious when he turns himself into a woman.


Oh, I very much hope so :shock:

#11 Guest_Cel_*

Posted 07 July 2008 - 06:50 AM


"My lands and my title were taken from me, almost overnight. I still bear the scars in my dreams..." The former baron sighed. "Firkraag sought my lands, so he discredited me. There were missing people only he could find, banditry only he could stop. Solutions to problems I am sure he caused."


Aerie: No parties ever to seem to meet any people who don't have any problems and are actually just rather happy with their lives...

Imoen: Well... happy people just aren't very interesting.


My Alora went and got herself engaged to be married when she left.

"He holds a grudge against the Order of the Radiant Heart, perhaps," Anomen muttered.


Tarant: So do thousands of other people.


When Edwin, of all people, delivers a lecture about them, you know there's something going on.

"Sorry to bother your petty concerns," Edwin replied disdainfully, "but I have translated some of the Nether Scroll! (Hmm... ancient magic at my fingertips, and more yet to decipher. It has been a good day.) What are you staring at? I've had my say; back to whatever you were doing, and let me work in peace!"

"Edwin is always like that," Mazzy told Taar.



Tarant: So smack him... if you don't discipline children they never learn.


I fear it's far too late for Edwin.


"Quiet yourself, Jum," Taar said, "you don't want to alarm our guests. What is the matter?"

"Bandits! I saw them! Coming! They try not to be seen, but I saw them! Nearly here! Hide and run!"


Imoen: You mean run and hide don't you? You can't hide first then run... that would be silly.... silly halflings...


Yes, they are.

#12 Guest_VigaHrolf_*

Posted 09 July 2008 - 07:20 PM

After a night of restless sleep and bad dreams - dreams of the bandit camp in the Wood of Sharp Teeth, where every bandit she butchered wore the face of a friend - it came as a relief for Ember to wake up in Garren Windspear's cabin. The muffled silence of being indoors and the closeness of the lumber walls felt oddly comforting after several nights spent out in the open; she ran her fingers over the nearest wall, letting the sensation of roughly hewn wood under her fingertips draw her fully back to reality. Looking around, she could barely see enough to tell that the other beds in the room were empty; but for a bright stream of daylight that shone through a half opened hatch, the room lay in darkness. Judging by where the patch of light struck the opposite wall, it was well past her usual waking hour.


I imagine dreams aren't going to be a good place for a while. Not that Bhaalspawns are blessed with lovely dreamscapes of wine, (wo)men, and fun.

The fight that had cost Ajantis his life.


No ressing him, huh?

She forced back her tears, and wiped her eyes dry. It was not the first time she'd lost a friend, she sternly reminded herself, nor would it be the last. She didn't have time to waste on questions that could never be answered, not when it was perfectly clear what she had to do. Someone was responsible for this treachery; she had to find out who, and she had to deal with them. The more painful thoughts and questions would have to wait until it was over.


Bran: "Sometimes that's all you can do. Focus on the mission. Everything else will sort itself out."

"One might say that," the paladin replied wearily. He had lost a lot of blood, and was still pale.


With a name like Cadril and a response like that... he's a Brit. :)

"Lord Jierdan Firkraag hires you to find orcs, and you find orcs. He hires you," Garren said, turning towards Mazzy and Ember," to find werewolves, and you find werewolves. One could hardly be blamed for thinking that someone intended your groups to fight each other, hmm?"


It does seem... indicative, yes.

"My lands and my title were taken from me, almost overnight. I still bear the scars in my dreams..." The former baron sighed. "Firkraag sought my lands, so he discredited me. There were missing people only he could find, banditry only he could stop. Solutions to problems I am sure he caused."

"Aye, that makes sense," Yoshimo said. "I have heard his name mentioned in some less-than-reputable circles in the past. It seems he became wealthy and powerful far too quickly to be wholly legitimate."


Actually, when you consider it, he's been working at this a LONG time. He's gotta be a few hundred years old.

"I do not believe it is that simple," Sir Cadril said. "Firkraag did specifically request the services of Sir Ajantis and myself; we were told that it was due to our experience with fighting orcs this past winter. Why would he care about names if it was our Order he wished to tarnish?"


Ah. Yes. So carefully crafted...

"Your employer should be questioned, of course, and the Order must be informed of these events. If the two of you will assist me," Garren looked at Sir Cadril and Anomen,"I will write a brief report and have it sent to Sir Ryan Trawl. He is a friend of mine, and he will trust any account from my hand; I fear it would be most unfortunate to have the Order learn of these deaths through any other channel. A former courier of mine lives in a nearby village, and I am sure he would be happy to take this task. I can deliver my report into his hands and be back before nightfall, and in the morning, I can direct you to Firkraag's estate."


At least now it's not the whole 'Order Sword of Damocles over their heads.

Less than an hour after the meeting, Garren rode off with his missive, leaving his son, Taar, to act as host to their unexpected guests. The young man took his duty very seriously, and did his best to make sure everyone was as comfortable as was possible considering the circumstances. Those who wished peace, he left alone, but he spoke at length with those who wanted conversation, and could add several details to his father's tale of Firkraag's dealings.

"My father is very much the trusting sort. That is why Lord Jierdan Firkraag was able to usurp his lands. My father languishes while Jierdan lives the high-life," the youth bitterly told Mazzy and Ember. "You could do much to bolster my father's spirit; bringing that Firkraag to task would help a lot. Please, if not for my father, then for yourself."


Good ol Taar. :?

"Sorry to bother your petty concerns," Edwin replied disdainfully, "but I have translated some of the Nether Scroll! (Hmm... ancient magic at my fingertips, and more yet to decipher. It has been a good day.) What are you staring at? I've had my say; back to whatever you were doing, and let me work in peace!"


Soon, soon, soon we will have a ... changed Edwin.

And considering his feelings for Imoen, if he's changed by their trip to Spellhold... *snickers*

"I see," the youth said hesitantly. "I... I trust that my father has not misplaced the faith he has in you."

"Rest assured, he has not," Ember said.


Wizards are just nuts.

"Bandits! I saw them! Coming! They try not to be seen, but I saw them! Nearly here! Hide and run!"


Not much of a fighter, is he? :D

Sir Cadril stood up and reached for his sword. "We'd better go look. Wait here, lad."


Being a decoy.

A muffled shout came from the cabin behind them.

"Taar!" Mazzy shouted, and rushed back into the cabin. The youth was not there. A letter lay on the ground where Garren's son had stood mere moments ago. Jum crouched in a corner, shivering.

"W-w-wizard," the halfling stammered. "Came out of nowhere and grabbed the young master, he did, and poof! they were gone..."

"Dimension door," Edwin muttered with disgust as Sir Cadril picked up the letter. The paladin glanced at it, and wordlessly handed it to Ember; her name was written on the outside. A sense of dread filled her as she broke the letter's elaborate seal, which was stamped with Firkraag's crest.


And Firky's plot thickens...

"Ember of Candlekeep," she read, "I give you the opportunity to earn back your honour, and more. This game is interesting, but it drags on and on. Come, let us meet and decide who is... who is the better 'person.' To the northeast lies our battleground. You will know it to see it. Yes, I think you will know."

"We no longer need to question Firkraag's role in this, I suppose," Yoshimo said.


Nope, not really.

"Or who his target is," Ember muttered, crumpling the letter in her fist. She couldn't say she was the least bit surprised; if anything, the letter was less cruel than she'd expected.

"The evil man who tricked us has taken Garren's child?!" Minsc roared, rousing himself as if from a stupor. "No longer will Minsc stand for this treachery! There will be justice, for Minsc and for little Ajantis and for little Ember and for everyone! Minsc's blade will serve it in very large helpings! TREMBLE, EVIL!!"


*chuckles* Ah Minsc. How we love thee.

"Your large friend has the right of it," Sir Cadril said, giving Ember a strange look. "Everything indicates that this is a trap, but even so, we must retrieve young Taar, and as quickly as possible. We should leave immediately."

"I agree." Ember smoothed out the crumpled letter and handed it to Jum. "When your master returns, give him this and tell him what happened. Tell him we've gone to confront Firkraag, and to rescue his son."

Clutching the letter in both hands, the still-trembling servant watched in silence as the adventurers gathered their gear and left the cabin, heading northeast.


It's time to kick dragon butt and then wear dragon armor. It's very flattering. :lol:

Great chapter Cel

VH

#13 Guest_CrazeeFfan_*

Posted 10 July 2008 - 11:39 PM

Oh, poor Ember. Ajantis' death must really be hard for her, the poor dear. And still she remains strong. Of course, channelling grief to righteous fury is always a good strategy. Just ask Silrana's Anomen. :twisted: (I'd have said CN Anomen but ... far as I'm aware, he doesn't regret his actions. God, I should really try that out one time. Too bad I'm such a loser that I can't bear to aid him in failing his test ...)

Hmm ... we killing Firkraag now, or later? Methinks they can take him! I'm really looking forward to the battle scene. A first, I know, but you do write them ever so well.

Keep writing. :twisted:

#14 Guest_Cel_*

Posted 12 July 2008 - 08:22 AM


After a night of restless sleep and bad dreams - dreams of the bandit camp in the Wood of Sharp Teeth, where every bandit she butchered wore the face of a friend - it came as a relief for Ember to wake up in Garren Windspear's cabin. The muffled silence of being indoors and the closeness of the lumber walls felt oddly comforting after several nights spent out in the open; she ran her fingers over the nearest wall, letting the sensation of roughly hewn wood under her fingertips draw her fully back to reality. Looking around, she could barely see enough to tell that the other beds in the room were empty; but for a bright stream of daylight that shone through a half opened hatch, the room lay in darkness. Judging by where the patch of light struck the opposite wall, it was well past her usual waking hour.


I imagine dreams aren't going to be a good place for a while. Not that Bhaalspawns are blessed with lovely dreamscapes of wine, (wo)men, and fun.


Well, for the right/wrong type of Bhaalspawn, I imagine they attain an element of fun...


The fight that had cost Ajantis his life.


No ressing him, huh?


Nope. Minsc is very efficient with that sword, and I am extremely conservative with resurrection.


She forced back her tears, and wiped her eyes dry. It was not the first time she'd lost a friend, she sternly reminded herself, nor would it be the last. She didn't have time to waste on questions that could never be answered, not when it was perfectly clear what she had to do. Someone was responsible for this treachery; she had to find out who, and she had to deal with them. The more painful thoughts and questions would have to wait until it was over.


Bran: "Sometimes that's all you can do. Focus on the mission. Everything else will sort itself out."


Ember: but sometimes I get tired of always having to focus on the mission, you know? I'd like my life back again one day, too.


"One might say that," the paladin replied wearily. He had lost a lot of blood, and was still pale.


With a name like Cadril and a response like that... he's a Brit. :D


I guess he is :twisted:


"My lands and my title were taken from me, almost overnight. I still bear the scars in my dreams..." The former baron sighed. "Firkraag sought my lands, so he discredited me. There were missing people only he could find, banditry only he could stop. Solutions to problems I am sure he caused."

"Aye, that makes sense," Yoshimo said. "I have heard his name mentioned in some less-than-reputable circles in the past. It seems he became wealthy and powerful far too quickly to be wholly legitimate."


Actually, when you consider it, he's been working at this a LONG time. He's gotta be a few hundred years old.


Not under the name Jierdan Firkraag, though...


"I do not believe it is that simple," Sir Cadril said. "Firkraag did specifically request the services of Sir Ajantis and myself; we were told that it was due to our experience with fighting orcs this past winter. Why would he care about names if it was our Order he wished to tarnish?"


Ah. Yes. So carefully crafted...


:twisted:


"Your employer should be questioned, of course, and the Order must be informed of these events. If the two of you will assist me," Garren looked at Sir Cadril and Anomen,"I will write a brief report and have it sent to Sir Ryan Trawl. He is a friend of mine, and he will trust any account from my hand; I fear it would be most unfortunate to have the Order learn of these deaths through any other channel. A former courier of mine lives in a nearby village, and I am sure he would be happy to take this task. I can deliver my report into his hands and be back before nightfall, and in the morning, I can direct you to Firkraag's estate."


At least now it's not the whole 'Order Sword of Damocles over their heads.


Yes. Because 1. I think it's lame and 2. I didn't want my party to wipe out a theoretically equivalent group without a scratch to themselves. So, not an equivalent group, and not a total wipeout.


"My father is very much the trusting sort. That is why Lord Jierdan Firkraag was able to usurp his lands. My father languishes while Jierdan lives the high-life," the youth bitterly told Mazzy and Ember. "You could do much to bolster my father's spirit; bringing that Firkraag to task would help a lot. Please, if not for my father, then for yourself."


Good ol Taar. :D


The girl is pleading, the boy is dour. I stole lines from both :wink:


"Sorry to bother your petty concerns," Edwin replied disdainfully, "but I have translated some of the Nether Scroll! (Hmm... ancient magic at my fingertips, and more yet to decipher. It has been a good day.) What are you staring at? I've had my say; back to whatever you were doing, and let me work in peace!"


Soon, soon, soon we will have a ... changed Edwin.


Yes indeed.

And considering his feelings for Imoen, if he's changed by their trip to Spellhold... *snickers*


Considering Imoen's feelings (or lack of such) for him, I don't think it'll matter much what he is at the time :P


"Bandits! I saw them! Coming! They try not to be seen, but I saw them! Nearly here! Hide and run!"


Not much of a fighter, is he? :D


He's a pint sized servant. Why should he have to be one?


"Dimension door," Edwin muttered with disgust as Sir Cadril picked up the letter. The paladin glanced at it, and wordlessly handed it to Ember; her name was written on the outside. A sense of dread filled her as she broke the letter's elaborate seal, which was stamped with Firkraag's crest.


And Firky's plot thickens...


Yes, he's starting to get a mite bored with the slow progress.


"Or who his target is," Ember muttered, crumpling the letter in her fist. She couldn't say she was the least bit surprised; if anything, the letter was less cruel than she'd expected.

"The evil man who tricked us has taken Garren's child?!" Minsc roared, rousing himself as if from a stupor. "No longer will Minsc stand for this treachery! There will be justice, for Minsc and for little Ajantis and for little Ember and for everyone! Minsc's blade will serve it in very large helpings! TREMBLE, EVIL!!"


*chuckles* Ah Minsc. How we love thee.


You knew he had to snap out of it eventually.


Clutching the letter in both hands, the still-trembling servant watched in silence as the adventurers gathered their gear and left the cabin, heading northeast.


It's time to kick dragon butt and then wear dragon armor. It's very flattering. :D


The problem is: I haven't figured out how to kick said butt yet...

Great chapter Cel


Thanks :)

#15 Guest_Cel_*

Posted 12 July 2008 - 08:24 AM

Oh, poor Ember. Ajantis' death must really be hard for her, the poor dear. And still she remains strong.


Which is not necessarily a good thing in the long run. It is, however, a necessary thing.

Of course, channelling grief to righteous fury is always a good strategy. Just ask Silrana's Anomen. :twisted: (I'd have said CN Anomen but ... far as I'm aware, he doesn't regret his actions. God, I should really try that out one time. Too bad I'm such a loser that I can't bear to aid him in failing his test ...)


I just make evil/chaotic parties for that. And he does show some remorse, with time.

Hmm ... we killing Firkraag now, or later? Methinks they can take him! I'm really looking forward to the battle scene. A first, I know, but you do write them ever so well.


Argh, teh pressure! (I have no idea how to kill him)

Keep writing. :twisted:


I'm trying to, I really am!




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