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#1 Guest_IriaZenn_*

Posted 01 July 2007 - 06:12 AM

Chapter 35: Troubled Times

The Lathanderian was sleeping besides him. He was still puzzled over what was happening. He really didn’t feel anything towards her, though he did enjoy her body and her creative mind. It was still dark outside and he was awake. He had been having nightmares....no they were more something else....visions, perhaps?

He had lit a candle and picked up his journal. There were letters from people he couldn’t remember. As try as he might, he didn’t feel anything looking at these letters. He didn’t know who the correspondents where. He should know who they were but he didn’t. Strangely it didn’t bother him. He couldn’t miss something he didn’t know about.

Then there was the more interesting pages, he was always a student of art, he felt his sketches were quite good. The disturbing thing was the amount of pages dedicated to the Lathanderian. He had apparently labeled each one. The first one was of her with Imoen, it was labeled “The Bhaalspawn”. Her hair had been shorter and she looked unharmed. She was laughing in the sketch, her eyes light and open. She was the Bhaalspawn?

He remembered his mission was to come to the Sword Coast and find and bring back the Bhaalspawn. Why had he not done so? He flipped a few pages ahead and stopped at one. It was entitled, “First kiss.” It was him and her in some type of crypt, he was behind her and leaning over her as she stretched up to meet his lips. The picture stirred something in him. He touched his face and found himself smiling. He didn’t remember this but it was strange. He had an urge to make love... wait... since when did he refer to sex as making love?

His smile was wiped off his face as he came to the next picture. This was called “The Killer Within”, He was sprawled on the ground and she stood over him with the Sword of Chaos in her hands. Her eyes gleamed unnaturally and the smile on her face gave him chills. He looked down at the Lathanderian, she looked so innocent in sleep, if this sketch was true she had almost killed him. How did he escape?

-You stabbed her. She came to her senses.- A voice whispered in his mind. He shook it off. He was hearing things now. Just great. The next sketch had a letter attached to it. He opened and read it.

Edwin,
I'm sorry for what I said to you. You're not weak. You're actually one of the best mages I've ever known. I wanted to push you away before either of us were hurt. I would rather you hate me than be disgusted by me. I can't tell you what I'm hiding from you, I would rather you not have that memory of me. I hope you can forgive me one day and understand why I did this. I don't want to hurt you ever again Edwin. I almost killed you, I can't stand to see that happen ever again. Please forgive me.
Anni.


He read it a couple of times and didn’t know what she was hiding. He looked at the sketch and felt his heart lurch. She was laying on a bed, her arm stretched out and blood flowing from the wrist. “She Tried To Escape”, was what he had titled this one. He turned to the girl next to him and pick up her wrist, there was a scar there over the vein. He stared at it thoughtfully and knew that she loved him and had been willing to die to protect him. He had never had anyone like that. Maybe she could have more than his pity....

The next one was a product of his imagination, he just knew. She laid on a bed, the sheets were a blood red surrounding her were pillows of gold coloring. Her long hair was spread under her and she had on a seductive smile, her hand held out, beckoning the viewer. What was most surprising was that she had no scars. “The Goddess Calls”. So this is what she looked like at one time. Who had given her the scars? Some of them looked like claw marks, others looked like it was from knives. There was no faking of these sketches, he recognized his own hand. He never drew someone or some thing unless it was interesting or he liked it. He had a lot to think about.

He closed his journal and blew out the candle. He touched the girl lightly, his hand running over her arm. He leaned down and kissed her gently, not disturbing her.

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The plan was for Ly to sneak into the city and steal Edwin some clothing. The caravan, Ly admitted, belonged to the Copper Coronet. They had a reputation of smuggling slaves. They had been allowed to do so under Mae’var’s rule, Ly had been meaning to put a stop to it but she never got around to it. After Ly returned with the clothing, Edwin and Anni, as they were the least to be recognized, were to go to the Copper Coronet and find out what happened to the men.

Ly was scared that they had been forced in becoming gladiators in the pits, or worse. Edwin stayed inside the caravan, as he was busy with his spells. Nanook was still sleeping on his back, his giant paws swiping the air every so often. Taltos was off hunting for food. Jack was no where to be seen. While Ly tended the fire, Jaheira motioned for Anni to follow her away from the camp. They were in the woods and Jaheira stared hard at Anni. Something clearly disturbing her as she tried to find the words.

“I must leave you, after this business with Irenicus is over, of course.” Jaheira said softly.

“Why?” Anni asked afraid of the answer.

“I cannot continue to live an adventurer’s life. I have responsibilities.”

“Is it the baby you speak of?” Anni asked softly.

“How did you know?” Jaheira was shocked.

“I’m a Lathanderian, one of my dogmas is creation of life. All life. I can see it. You have a glow about you.”

“I do not know what to say. Only I do not glow.”

“Maybe not to others, but I can see it. You’re carrying twins.”

“Yes. I would prefer if you didn’t tell anyone. Especially your Red Wizard.” She said sternly.

“About that... Edwin’s memory was affected by the illness.”

“It didn’t sound like it.” Jaheira joked, but sobered up as she saw the misery on the half-elf’s face. “What is it, child?”

“Whatever the poison was it wiped out his memory, I was told it may not be permanent, but I don’t think he can get pass the scars. He basically said I was to be pitied and not loved.”

“Scars? Scars from what?” The druid looked puzzled.

“From Irenicus and Bodhi.”

“Child, why have you not told me before? With proper healing you can have them removed!” Jaheira’s smile faded at the sight of Anni’s face.

“We can’t waste the money, we need it to rescue Imoen.” She said as she looked down at her feet.

“Anni...child, you know we have twice the amount of gold need to rescue her. Tell me why you haven’t gone to a healer about these scars, or at the very least me!” Anni looked at her hopelessly, opening her mouth but said nothing. She went to walk away and Jaheira grabbed her by the arm.

“Don’t touch me!” Anni shouted in fear. She wretched her arm away, terror plain on her face.

“Anni! What is wrong child?” She asked truly concerned. “Are you hurt?”

“No.” She whispered.

“Then tell me why you were so scared just now. You have flinched away from me since our escape from Irenicus, the only woman you allowed to touch you is Edwina. You will occasionally touch others like Ly or myself, but not like you used to. What happened in that horrible place, please let me help you.”

“I can’t. The scars are mine to bare for my inability to save anyone. I was weak, I couldn’t save anyone. We would still be there if it wasn’t for the Shadow Thieves. Everything that has happened is my fault. Even now that I’m out of there, I’m still mucking up. I-“

“Stop this at once! None of this is your fault! Next thing I know, you’ll be taking on responsibility for Edwin’s loss of memory.” The druid looked at her. “By Silvanus, you blame yourself don’t you?” They shared a look. “You do, don’t you? Anni, it’s not your fault.” The girl turned away. “Listen to me it’s not your fault.”

“Of course it is! It was meant for me, and I gave it to him.”

“Accidently! You know you would never do anything to hurt Edwin, you love him to much.”

“Yeah and I killed it. I’m going to suggest to him that he goes home, back to his family. Back to his beloved Teacher Dekaras. It’s for the best.”

“Anni, you can’t mean that. You do realize that-“

“Don’t say anything about that out loud. I can’t risk it getting back to anyone, especially not him.” Anni said.

Edwin sat back and opened his eyes. -Thank you Jack for spying on them for me.- He told his familiar. He wondered what secret the Bhaalspawn was keeping from him. He would continue to travel with her in hopes that he would regain his memory. Maybe it wasn’t even necessary, the girl was a mess. He knew he couldn’t take her back to Thay, the wizards of home would find her weak, most likely ending up using her for spell components. He normally had contempt for those like her but from his sketches and the way she took everything on her small shoulders... He didn’t know what to think.

As he waited for his clothes to arrive he started to reread his letters and could only wonder, Who was this Teacher Dekaras?

#2 Guest_Silver_*

Posted 01 July 2007 - 06:00 PM

He had lit a candle and picked up his journal. There were letters from people he couldn’t remember. As try as he might, he didn’t feel anything looking at these letters. He didn’t know who the correspondents where. He should know who they were but he didn’t. Strangely it didn’t bother him. He couldn’t miss something he didn’t know about.


Awww! As I said before, this is incredibly sad.

He remembered his mission was to come to the Sword Coast and find and bring back the Bhaalspawn. Why had he not done so? He flipped a few pages ahead and stopped at one. It was entitled, “First kiss.” It was him and her in some type of crypt, he was behind her and leaning over her as she stretched up to meet his lips. The picture stirred something in him. He touched his face and found himself smiling. He didn’t remember this but it was strange. He had an urge to make love... wait... since when did he refer to sex as making love?


Sweet!

The next one was a product of his imagination, he just knew. She laid on a bed, the sheets were a blood red surrounding her were pillows of gold coloring. Her long hair was spread under her and she had on a seductive smile, her hand held out, beckoning the viewer. What was most surprising was that she had no scars. “The Goddess Calls”. So this is what she looked like at one time. Who had given her the scars? Some of them looked like claw marks, others looked like it was from knives. There was no faking of these sketches, he recognized his own hand. He never drew someone or some thing unless it was interesting or he liked it. He had a lot to think about.


Yes, I can imagine.

As he waited for his clothes to arrive he started to reread his letters and could only wonder, Who was this Teacher Dekaras?


Oh dear...

I liked this chapter very much. It was sad and sweet at the same time. More soon, please! :twisted:

#3 Guest_IriaZenn_*

Posted 01 July 2007 - 06:04 PM


He had lit a candle and picked up his journal. There were letters from people he couldn’t remember. As try as he might, he didn’t feel anything looking at these letters. He didn’t know who the correspondents where. He should know who they were but he didn’t. Strangely it didn’t bother him. He couldn’t miss something he didn’t know about.


Awww! As I said before, this is incredibly sad.

He may have forgotten his old love for her but he can learn new love.


He remembered his mission was to come to the Sword Coast and find and bring back the Bhaalspawn. Why had he not done so? He flipped a few pages ahead and stopped at one. It was entitled, “First kiss.” It was him and her in some type of crypt, he was behind her and leaning over her as she stretched up to meet his lips. The picture stirred something in him. He touched his face and found himself smiling. He didn’t remember this but it was strange. He had an urge to make love... wait... since when did he refer to sex as making love?


Sweet!

Yeppers!


The next one was a product of his imagination, he just knew. She laid on a bed, the sheets were a blood red surrounding her were pillows of gold coloring. Her long hair was spread under her and she had on a seductive smile, her hand held out, beckoning the viewer. What was most surprising was that she had no scars. “The Goddess Calls”. So this is what she looked like at one time. Who had given her the scars? Some of them looked like claw marks, others looked like it was from knives. There was no faking of these sketches, he recognized his own hand. He never drew someone or some thing unless it was interesting or he liked it. He had a lot to think about.


Yes, I can imagine.

Edwin thinking is a first!


As he waited for his clothes to arrive he started to reread his letters and could only wonder, Who was this Teacher Dekaras?


Oh dear...

:twisted:

I liked this chapter very much. It was sad and sweet at the same time. More soon, please! :shock:


Don't worry more will come!

#4 Weyoun

Posted 08 July 2007 - 12:12 AM

Then there was the more interesting pages, he was always a student of art, he felt his sketches were quite good. The disturbing thing was the amount of pages dedicated to the Lathanderian. He had apparently labeled each one. The first one was of her with Imoen, it was labeled “The Bhaalspawn”. Her hair had been shorter and she looked unharmed. She was laughing in the sketch, her eyes light and open. She was the Bhaalspawn?


He remembered his mission was to come to the Sword Coast and find and bring back the Bhaalspawn. Why had he not done so? He flipped a few pages ahead and stopped at one. It was entitled, “First kiss.” It was him and her in some type of crypt, he was behind her and leaning over her as she stretched up to meet his lips. The picture stirred something in him. He touched his face and found himself smiling. He didn’t remember this but it was strange. He had an urge to make love... wait... since when did he refer to sex as making love?


Forget it, man. You're already lost. :D

He read it a couple of times and didn’t know what she was hiding. He looked at the sketch and felt his heart lurch. She was laying on a bed, her arm stretched out and blood flowing from the wrist. “She Tried To Escape”, was what he had titled this one. He turned to the girl next to him and pick up her wrist, there was a scar there over the vein. He stared at it thoughtfully and knew that she loved him and had been willing to die to protect him. He had never had anyone like that. Maybe she could have more than his pity....


She certainly deserves more...

“I’m a Lathanderian, one of my dogmas is creation of life. All life. I can see it. You have a glow about you.”


Lanthandites... baby detectors. Hm, if I had a choice, I'd prefer a cooler superpower. Like 'Summon giant laser cannon', 'Destroy annoying people' and 'Summon sexy female Drow loveslaves'. :shock:

“Don’t say anything about that out loud. I can’t risk it getting back to anyone, especially not him.” Anni said.


Edwin sat back and opened his eyes. -Thank you Jack for spying on them for me.- He told his familiar. He wondered what secret the Bhaalspawn was keeping from him. He would continue to travel with her in hopes that he would regain his memory. Maybe it wasn’t even necessary, the girl was a mess. He knew he couldn’t take her back to Thay, the wizards of home would find her weak, most likely ending up using her for spell components. He normally had contempt for those like her but from his sketches and the way she took everything on her small shoulders... He didn’t know what to think.


As he waited for his clothes to arrive he started to reread his letters and could only wonder, Who was this Teacher Dekaras?


Heheheh. :shock:
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#5 Guest_IriaZenn_*

Posted 08 July 2007 - 12:19 AM


Then there was the more interesting pages, he was always a student of art, he felt his sketches were quite good. The disturbing thing was the amount of pages dedicated to the Lathanderian. He had apparently labeled each one. The first one was of her with Imoen, it was labeled “The Bhaalspawn”. Her hair had been shorter and she looked unharmed. She was laughing in the sketch, her eyes light and open. She was the Bhaalspawn?



He remembered his mission was to come to the Sword Coast and find and bring back the Bhaalspawn. Why had he not done so? He flipped a few pages ahead and stopped at one. It was entitled, “First kiss.” It was him and her in some type of crypt, he was behind her and leaning over her as she stretched up to meet his lips. The picture stirred something in him. He touched his face and found himself smiling. He didn’t remember this but it was strange. He had an urge to make love... wait... since when did he refer to sex as making love?


Forget it, man. You're already lost. :shock:

How lost will just amaze you. :shock:


He read it a couple of times and didn’t know what she was hiding. He looked at the sketch and felt his heart lurch. She was laying on a bed, her arm stretched out and blood flowing from the wrist. “She Tried To Escape”, was what he had titled this one. He turned to the girl next to him and pick up her wrist, there was a scar there over the vein. He stared at it thoughtfully and knew that she loved him and had been willing to die to protect him. He had never had anyone like that. Maybe she could have more than his pity....


She certainly deserves more...

Wait until you see how they get along in the next chapter. Then we can talk about who deserves what.


“I’m a Lathanderian, one of my dogmas is creation of life. All life. I can see it. You have a glow about you.”


Lanthandites... baby detectors. Hm, if I had a choice, I'd prefer a cooler superpower. Like 'Summon giant laser cannon', 'Destroy annoying people' and 'Summon sexy female Drow loveslaves'. :shock:

With your luck Wey, you'd probably get stuck with 'Summon fugly male Drow loveslaves' :D


“Don’t say anything about that out loud. I can’t risk it getting back to anyone, especially not him.” Anni said.



Edwin sat back and opened his eyes. -Thank you Jack for spying on them for me.- He told his familiar. He wondered what secret the Bhaalspawn was keeping from him. He would continue to travel with her in hopes that he would regain his memory. Maybe it wasn’t even necessary, the girl was a mess. He knew he couldn’t take her back to Thay, the wizards of home would find her weak, most likely ending up using her for spell components. He normally had contempt for those like her but from his sketches and the way she took everything on her small shoulders... He didn’t know what to think.



As he waited for his clothes to arrive he started to reread his letters and could only wonder, Who was this Teacher Dekaras?


Heheheh. :evil:


:shock:

#6 Laufey

Posted 08 July 2007 - 02:17 PM

Then there was the more interesting pages, he was always a student of art, he felt his sketches were quite good. The disturbing thing was the amount of pages dedicated to the Lathanderian. He had apparently labeled each one. The first one was of her with Imoen, it was labeled “The Bhaalspawn”. Her hair had been shorter and she looked unharmed. She was laughing in the sketch, her eyes light and open. She was the Bhaalspawn?


I liked this way of showing Edwin going through his memories - I see he has progressed somewhat in his artistic ambitions since he was a little one. ;)

He remembered his mission was to come to the Sword Coast and find and bring back the Bhaalspawn. Why had he not done so? He flipped a few pages ahead and stopped at one. It was entitled, “First kiss.” It was him and her in some type of crypt, he was behind her and leaning over her as she stretched up to meet his lips. The picture stirred something in him. He touched his face and found himself smiling. He didn’t remember this but it was strange. He had an urge to make love... wait... since when did he refer to sex as making love?


*bonks Edwin* Silly boy.


Edwin,
I'm sorry for what I said to you. You're not weak. You're actually one of the best mages I've ever known. I wanted to push you away before either of us were hurt. I would rather you hate me than be disgusted by me. I can't tell you what I'm hiding from you, I would rather you not have that memory of me. I hope you can forgive me one day and understand why I did this. I don't want to hurt you ever again Edwin. I almost killed you, I can't stand to see that happen ever again. Please forgive me.
Anni.


Ah so that's why he ran off to Amn then. Poor Eddie.


The next one was a product of his imagination, he just knew. She laid on a bed, the sheets were a blood red surrounding her were pillows of gold coloring. Her long hair was spread under her and she had on a seductive smile, her hand held out, beckoning the viewer. What was most surprising was that she had no scars. “The Goddess Calls”. So this is what she looked like at one time. Who had given her the scars? Some of them looked like claw marks, others looked like it was from knives. There was no faking of these sketches, he recognized his own hand. He never drew someone or some thing unless it was interesting or he liked it. He had a lot to think about.


Yes, and hopefully then you will eventually come to your senses, you foolish boy. :twisted:


“I can’t. The scars are mine to bare for my inability to save anyone. I was weak, I couldn’t save anyone. We would still be there if it wasn’t for the Shadow Thieves. Everything that has happened is my fault. Even now that I’m out of there, I’m still mucking up. I-“


Awww...she's so utterly wrong about this.


As he waited for his clothes to arrive he started to reread his letters and could only wonder, Who was this Teacher Dekaras?


Well. I think somebody is in dire need of a reminder.
Rogues do it from behind.

#7 Guest_IriaZenn_*

Posted 08 July 2007 - 04:31 PM


Then there was the more interesting pages, he was always a student of art, he felt his sketches were quite good. The disturbing thing was the amount of pages dedicated to the Lathanderian. He had apparently labeled each one. The first one was of her with Imoen, it was labeled “The Bhaalspawn”. Her hair had been shorter and she looked unharmed. She was laughing in the sketch, her eyes light and open. She was the Bhaalspawn?


I liked this way of showing Edwin going through his memories - I see he has progressed somewhat in his artistic ambitions since he was a little one. ;)

And he doesn't even need corrections to his spelling either anymore!


He remembered his mission was to come to the Sword Coast and find and bring back the Bhaalspawn. Why had he not done so? He flipped a few pages ahead and stopped at one. It was entitled, “First kiss.” It was him and her in some type of crypt, he was behind her and leaning over her as she stretched up to meet his lips. The picture stirred something in him. He touched his face and found himself smiling. He didn’t remember this but it was strange. He had an urge to make love... wait... since when did he refer to sex as making love?


*bonks Edwin* Silly boy.


Don't worry he might get the hint at some point.


Edwin,
I'm sorry for what I said to you. You're not weak. You're actually one of the best mages I've ever known. I wanted to push you away before either of us were hurt. I would rather you hate me than be disgusted by me. I can't tell you what I'm hiding from you, I would rather you not have that memory of me. I hope you can forgive me one day and understand why I did this. I don't want to hurt you ever again Edwin. I almost killed you, I can't stand to see that happen ever again. Please forgive me.
Anni.


Ah so that's why he ran off to Amn then. Poor Eddie.


No, that's from chapter where Anni tried to kill herself. His reasons for leaving are still hidden.


The next one was a product of his imagination, he just knew. She laid on a bed, the sheets were a blood red surrounding her were pillows of gold coloring. Her long hair was spread under her and she had on a seductive smile, her hand held out, beckoning the viewer. What was most surprising was that she had no scars. “The Goddess Calls”. So this is what she looked like at one time. Who had given her the scars? Some of them looked like claw marks, others looked like it was from knives. There was no faking of these sketches, he recognized his own hand. He never drew someone or some thing unless it was interesting or he liked it. He had a lot to think about.


Yes, and hopefully then you will eventually come to your senses, you foolish boy. :twisted:


Oh yes, he is rather foolish.


“I can’t. The scars are mine to bare for my inability to save anyone. I was weak, I couldn’t save anyone. We would still be there if it wasn’t for the Shadow Thieves. Everything that has happened is my fault. Even now that I’m out of there, I’m still mucking up. I-“


Awww...she's so utterly wrong about this.


She takes too much on her shoulders.


As he waited for his clothes to arrive he started to reread his letters and could only wonder, Who was this Teacher Dekaras?


Well. I think somebody is in dire need of a reminder.


I think so too. Wait until Dekkie gets a letter.

#8 Laufey

Posted 08 July 2007 - 06:46 PM


Well. I think somebody is in dire need of a reminder.


I think so too. Wait until Dekkie gets a letter.


One thing occurred to me as I reread this, namely just how much of his memory has Edwin lost? I thought at first it was just recent events, but obviously if he has forgotten who Dekkie is that can't be the case. Then again, he seems to remember much of his background in Thay. So is it more of a selective thing, Bhaal messing about with him in order to maximize damage?
Rogues do it from behind.

#9 Guest_IriaZenn_*

Posted 08 July 2007 - 06:57 PM



Well. I think somebody is in dire need of a reminder.



I think so too. Wait until Dekkie gets a letter.


One thing occurred to me as I reread this, namely just how much of his memory has Edwin lost? I thought at first it was just recent events, but obviously if he has forgotten who Dekkie is that can't be the case. Then again, he seems to remember much of his background in Thay. So is it more of a selective thing, Bhaal messing about with him in order to maximize damage?


Bhaal actually has nothing to do with what's happening with Edwin. It's actually all Talona's fault, it will be explained latter.




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