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#1 Guest_Rene_*

Posted 22 August 2003 - 02:46 PM

Disclaimer:

this story is about an elven mage, Glafir. It has everything a decent story should not have. It's dark, it has sexual hints, blunt mischaracterization, abominable deviations from the game's content etc.

I apologize to anyone who will brave it, but will feel like s/he wasted time. Unfortunately this story will last for a number of chapters.

I will be extremely grateful to anyone who will point out grammar glitches, misspellings and other writing sins

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3 The Very Last Corthala

“Price?” I stared at the man blankly. “It is not a public building?” The man’s face parted in almost even halves by a kindly smile. “Of course it is public, but everyone who wants to enter must pay a price for learning the true freedom of casting,” he explained patiently, as if talking to Khalid. “The orders of M’lady, may her wisdom and beauty be praised forever.” I did not figure at once that he meant my sweet Imoen, as he winked at Dynaheir, while speaking.

I could not let a woman whom I considered almost mine, to be insulted right in front of me. I sucked in as much air as I could, thinking to start with a simple lightning bolt.

“Thou waggish beef-witted snipe!” Dynaheir said sharply, and her low voice, punctuated by sharp consonants cracked like a whip. “If thou winketh at mine persona once more, I would’st flame strike thee from here to the borders of Damara....”

“And I will brew a potion of Master Thievery from your cooked blood! Right there, in Damara,” I put my two gold pieces in. It sounded rather pale addition to Dynaheir’s elaborate curse, but that was all I could come up with, being at this moment overwhelmed by jealousy and love.

“Where is Jaheira?” Khalid asked in a monotone voice, immediately making me sound almost stylish. He pulled his index finger out of his mouth and looked at it, as if expecting an answer from it. The finger was silent even as he wiggled it a bit.

“Forgive me kindly if mine gesture hath insulted thee,” the man bowed to Dynaheir and smirked in my general direction. “For I was smitten by thy beauty. Thou art a passing wise and good woman. Would’st thou give me thine hand in marriage as a sign that thou hath forgiven mine behavior?” Dynaheir quickly jerked her head indicating a decisive “no”. The blond man did not look at all discouraged. “That would’st be mine one and fortieth rejection by a fair maiden. Vow to me, for I failed to continue Corthala’s ancient line once agai! “Tis not easy to be the very last Corthala.”

By what passes for mephit’s brain fried with Cormirian purple onions, he was good at being rejected! Practice does make perfect, I guess.

Presently, a moan which I identified as Irenicus’ came from the top floors of the building, making me anxious to get inside rather sooner than later. It was so much like Imoen to steal all the fun from me!

Amiably, we returned to our negotiations. “How much for the entry?” I asked, jingling 20 gold pieces in my belt pouch. I though Dynaheir had another 50, the wise woman of the far away lands she was. It should be enough!

“M’lady Imoen said that the price for you will be giving away 15,000 gold pieces, m’lord,” the man said serenely.

“And where would’st m’lord Glafir find so much fawning fen-sucked coins?” Dynaheir chorused me. Well, to be exact, I said: “15,000 gold? But I do not have that much!”

“Then I advise you to collect 15,000 before giving it away.” Corthala assumed the same friendly and patient manner that he professed before proposing to Dynaheir. “If you require help, I can join in with you...”he suggested, eyeing Dynaheir.

“No-no. I do not require your...ahem...help,” I answered. We marched away from Imoen’s grandiose tower and I noticed a crowd gathering around the circus tent. Noblemen and simpletons alike buzzed about it as a bunch of hungry bees about a crimson rodhelia in full bloom. I caught a passer-by by the shoulder. He turned out to be a street urchin. “What’s happening?” I asked the boy pointing toward the tent.

“Some kind of disturbance in the circus, m’lord. If I cannot be of further assistance, I shall prefer to be on my way,” the urchin replied with dignity.

“Run along then,” I answered “Unless you can give me 15,000 coins...”

The boy dropped his hand inside his pocket and produced five gold coins. “I beg your forgiveness, milord, but I must return these two coins to the lady who dropped them near the Adventurer’s Mart. But these three are for you. I hope that will help you, my noble lord. Why, you are almost as kind as Miss Nalia. She is always ready to take gold away from you...” The boy stuffed the three coins into my hand and skipped away, whistling a jolly tune.

I looked at Dynaheir, feeling right heavy in my heart. I started to suspect that collecting 15,000 gold pieces will not be nearly as difficult as getting rid of them. Dynaheir frowned, and it was obvious that she was pondering on our dilemma as well. As for Khalid...Khalid was running towards the circus. Maybe he thought that Jaheira was there? Before I could announce that we have lost him for good, Dynaheir raced after him.

It was all I could do to follow my companions through the tent’s doors. Inside we were greeted by soft music and an exceptionally beautiful lady.

She was tall and pale, her hair the color of raven’s wing, her lips moist and red as cherries after the rain and her eyes dark with mystery.

“You are mages?” she inquired quickly, and nodded the agreement to her own words. “Come with me. Uncle Quayle is not well, and I might need help in breaking the illusions he keeps summoning in his fever. Can you dispell magic?”

“Are you kidding?” I replied. “I can dispell magic in the whole of Athkatla, if needed. I am Glafir, the son of Lathander and the step-son of Gorion of Candlekeep!” I proposedly avoided using my last name. When your last name is Mirabelle you quickly learn to withhold it during your first conversation with any strikingly beautiful lady. Dynaheir gave me a look of sorts, which lifted my mood. I cherished those looks, it was all that clued me in that she was not entirely disinterested in my charms.

“Uhm,” the dark-haired lady replied, and I felt as if drinking from the source of the wisdom of the ages. “Of course. Follow me.”

#2 Guest_Hunter_*

Posted 22 August 2003 - 04:33 PM

“And I will brew a potion of Master Thievery from your cooked blood! Right there, in Damara,” I put my two gold pieces in. It sounded rather pale addition to Dynaheir’s elaborate curse, but that was all I could come up with, being at this moment overwhelmed by jealousy and love.


It's good to see a dynaheir romance.

“Forgive me kindly if mine gesture hath insulted thee,” the man bowed to Dynaheir and smirked in my general direction. “For I was smitten by thy beauty. Thou art a passing wise and good woman. Would’st thou give me thine hand in marriage as a sign that thou hath forgiven mine behavior?” Dynaheir quickly jerked her head indicating a decisive “no”. The blond man did not look at all discouraged. “That would’st be mine one and fortieth rejection by a fair maiden. Vow to me, for I failed to continue Corthala’s ancient line once agai! “Tis not easy to be the very last Corthala.”


Perhaps he is related to haer'

By what passes for mephit’s brain fried with Cormirian purple onions, he was good at being rejected! Practice does make perfect, I guess.


Never give up.

The boy dropped his hand inside his pocket and produced five gold coins. “I beg your forgiveness, milord, but I must return these two coins to the lady who dropped them near the Adventurer’s Mart. But these three are for you. I hope that will help you, my noble lord. Why, you are almost as kind as Miss Nalia. She is always ready to take gold away from you...” The boy stuffed the three coins into my hand and skipped away, whistling a jolly tune.


:)

“Uhm,” the dark-haired lady replied, and I felt as if drinking from the source of the wisdom of the ages. “Of course. Follow me.”


Silly

Hunter

#3 Guest_Rene_*

Posted 22 August 2003 - 06:57 PM

It's good to see a dynaheir romance.


I think it would be interesting to give it a go

Perhaps he is related to haer'


Huh, nope. But you just gave me an exact idea on how Glafir looks like :) I had trouble imagining him before...but I can visualise him now

Never give up.


Oh, yeas!

Silly


Supposed to be :D

Thank you for reading and commenting!

#4 Guest_ShadowHunter_*

Posted 23 August 2003 - 12:31 AM

great stuff- ilove it.

-sh

#5 Guest_Rene_*

Posted 23 August 2003 - 01:04 PM

thank you!

#6 Guest_Chantrys_*

Posted 24 August 2003 - 03:24 AM

“The orders of M’lady, may her wisdom and beauty be praised forever.” I did not figure at once that he meant my sweet Imoen, as he winked at Dynaheir, while speaking.


The bastard! :)

“Thou waggish beef-witted snipe!” Dynaheir said sharply, and her low voice, punctuated by sharp consonants cracked like a whip. “If thou winketh at mine persona once more, I would’st flame strike thee from here to the borders of Damara....”

“And I will brew a potion of Master Thievery from your cooked blood! Right there, in Damara,” I put my two gold pieces in. It sounded rather pale addition to Dynaheir’s elaborate curse, but that was all I could come up with, being at this moment overwhelmed by jealousy and love.


Awwww...Hallmark moment...

“Where is Jaheira?” Khalid asked in a monotone voice, immediately making me sound almost stylish. He pulled his index finger out of his mouth and looked at it, as if expecting an answer from it. The finger was silent even as he wiggled it a bit.


Well, I guess he is good for something...

Dynaheir quickly jerked her head indicating a decisive “no”. The blond man did not look at all discouraged. “That would’st be mine one and fortieth rejection by a fair maiden. Vow to me, for I failed to continue Corthala’s ancient line once agai! “Tis not easy to be the very last Corthala.”


...once again!

Poor Valygar...practice makes perfect indeed! :)

Presently, a moan which I identified as Irenicus’ came from the top floors of the building, making me anxious to get inside rather sooner than later. It was so much like Imoen to steal all the fun from me!


Better earn that money quick, then, and teach her a lesson!

Amiably, we returned to our negotiations. “How much for the entry?” I asked, jingling 20 gold pieces in my belt pouch. I though Dynaheir had another 50, the wise woman of the far away lands she was. It should be enough!


Think it might work better as "...wise woman of the far away lands that she was."

“M’lady Imoen said that the price for you will be giving “And where would’st m’lord Glafir find so much fawning fen-sucked coins?” Dynaheir chorused me. Well, to be exact, I said: “15,000 gold? But I do not have that much!”


:D

We marched away from Imoen’s grandiose tower and I noticed a crowd gathering around the circus tent. Noblemen and simpletons alike buzzed about it as a bunch of hungry bees about a crimson rodhelia in full bloom.


Rhodelia

“Run along then,” I answered “Unless you can give me 15,000 coins...”


Think you need a period after the "answered".

Are you kidding, Glafir? You think the urchin has 15,000 gold?

The boy dropped his hand inside his pocket and produced five gold coins. “I beg your forgiveness, milord, but I must return these two coins to the lady who dropped them near the Adventurer’s Mart. But these three are for you. I hope that will help you, my noble lord. Why, you are almost as kind as Miss Nalia. She is always ready to take gold away from you...” The boy stuffed the three coins into my hand and skipped away, whistling a jolly tune.


Never mind, you were right. :? I hope we get to meet Miss Nalia in a future chapter.

I looked at Dynaheir, feeling right heavy in my heart. I started to suspect that collecting 15,000 gold pieces will not be nearly as difficult as getting rid of them.


...gold pieces would not be nearly as difficult...

Dynaheir frowned, and it was obvious that she was pondering on our dilemma as well. As for Khalid...Khalid was running towards the circus. Maybe he thought that Jaheira was there? Before I could announce that we have lost him for good, Dynaheir raced after him.


...that we had lost him for good...

It was all I could do to follow my companions through the tent’s doors. Inside we were greeted by soft music and an exceptionally beautiful lady.

She was tall and pale, her hair the color of raven’s wing, her lips moist and red as cherries after the rain and her eyes dark with mystery.


Hmmm...Dynaheir might have some competition... :cry:

“You are mages?” she inquired quickly, and nodded the agreement to her own words. “Come with me. Uncle Quayle is not well, and I might need help in breaking the illusions he keeps summoning in his fever. Can you dispell magic?”


dispel (and in the next sentence as well)

“Are you kidding?” I replied. “I can dispell magic in the whole of Athkatla, if needed. I am Glafir, the son of Lathander and the step-son of Gorion of Candlekeep!” I proposedly avoided using my last name. When your last name is Mirabelle you quickly learn to withhold it during your first conversation with any strikingly beautiful lady. Dynaheir gave me a look of sorts, which lifted my mood. I cherished those looks, it was all that clued me in that she was not entirely disinterested in my charms.


:D

“Uhm,” the dark-haired lady replied, and I felt as if drinking from the source of the wisdom of the ages. “Of course. Follow me.”


...and I felt as if I were drinking...

Great chapter!




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