Anabstercorian
First Post
Well, this is a shock.
Anabstercorian and Forrester meet for one last meal at Pezano's, the finest resturant in all of Unvenilei, before Forrester and his troops pull out.
<< So now, the fire is quenched, and the water goes home to cool? >>
Forrester sighs, sipping his drink. "I wish it were truly that simple. But it is not... Events that I cannot speak of here have forced me to return to Toril, along with all of my standing army."
Anabstercorian's tentacles idlely fiddle with his fondue. << That is a shame. >>
"Indeed."
<< The manuscript... It's been published? >>
Forrester nodded, smiling. "Indeed. Your history of the Illithid people has been safeguarded, and has, in fact, received critical acclaim. You have talent for writing."
<< That is good. >>
Forrester nods. "Yep..." There's a long silence. "This is so damn weird. I think I'm actually going to miss you."
<< And I you. We did a great thing together, you and I. Who but those such as we could have done such a thing? None but Illithid could have defeated Vecna. And you have earned your title. >>
Forrester blinks. "Well, when you put it that way, you give me the willies."
<< Good... >>
Forrester grins. "You're a jerk, you know that? Look... You've been a help. I owe you one. I'm sharing some of our technology with you. But promise me something." He looks stern, with all of the power of an entire world behind him. "Give up your plans of killing all the non-Flann."
<< I never intended to kill the non Flann, or even to displace them. That was merely a ruse to get me a power base. My true intentions are much more benign. >>
Forrester nods sarcastically. "You don't konw the meaning of the word benign."
Anabstercorian grins. << You'll find out soon enough either way, Chosen. Now go back to your little paradise. I will keep order here in your abscence. >>
Anabstercorian and Forrester meet for one last meal at Pezano's, the finest resturant in all of Unvenilei, before Forrester and his troops pull out.
<< So now, the fire is quenched, and the water goes home to cool? >>
Forrester sighs, sipping his drink. "I wish it were truly that simple. But it is not... Events that I cannot speak of here have forced me to return to Toril, along with all of my standing army."
Anabstercorian's tentacles idlely fiddle with his fondue. << That is a shame. >>
"Indeed."
<< The manuscript... It's been published? >>
Forrester nodded, smiling. "Indeed. Your history of the Illithid people has been safeguarded, and has, in fact, received critical acclaim. You have talent for writing."
<< That is good. >>
Forrester nods. "Yep..." There's a long silence. "This is so damn weird. I think I'm actually going to miss you."
<< And I you. We did a great thing together, you and I. Who but those such as we could have done such a thing? None but Illithid could have defeated Vecna. And you have earned your title. >>
Forrester blinks. "Well, when you put it that way, you give me the willies."
<< Good... >>
Forrester grins. "You're a jerk, you know that? Look... You've been a help. I owe you one. I'm sharing some of our technology with you. But promise me something." He looks stern, with all of the power of an entire world behind him. "Give up your plans of killing all the non-Flann."
<< I never intended to kill the non Flann, or even to displace them. That was merely a ruse to get me a power base. My true intentions are much more benign. >>
Forrester nods sarcastically. "You don't konw the meaning of the word benign."
Anabstercorian grins. << You'll find out soon enough either way, Chosen. Now go back to your little paradise. I will keep order here in your abscence. >>