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<blockquote data-quote="Broccli_Head" data-source="post: 390457" data-attributes="member: 105"><p><strong><span style="color: skyblue">5 Tarsakh, Year of Rogue Dragons: <em>Companions' Return, part II </em></span></strong></p><p></p><p></p><p>When Benito arrived near the dungeon, Ivan's men were moving up the stair, weapons drawn. They nodded recognition as the cleric of Tyr sped past. Ivan and Sergei's boots echoed in the tower as the two war vetrans also bounded towards what could be trouble. </p><p></p><p>At the dungeon door, Khirin held out his loaded crossbow steady with a bead on the Souliess, the psionic wolverine. </p><p></p><p>"He's making crazy talk, Benito. Talking about the moonblade helping him to gain power."</p><p></p><p>The psion held up his arms, "You're the one who's insane, merchant. Look at him, Benito, his eyes are wide and he's sweating. I am very calm. She and I were just having a conversation. Then Khirin gets all belligerent. Just because she's not talking to you, I bet!"</p><p></p><p><em>She</em> Benito mouthed. </p><p></p><p>"The Starym Moonblade. Apparently, it can converse with prospective dupes by telepathy."</p><p></p><p>"See what I mean. Khirin's just hostile." </p><p></p><p>It was obvious to the holy justice that Souliess for all his vaunted mental prowess was being tempted by the evil artifact. <em>Why wasn't Khirin?</em> he wondered, but quickly shook his head. That was not all that important right now. </p><p></p><p>"Souliess, let us go upstairs and check on Mourn. He is not doing so well. Maybe you can help. We can stop by the kitchen on the way. I will deal with Khirin later."</p><p></p><p>He gave the merchant cleric of Waukeen a knowing glance (who nodded in turn), and escorted the wolverine, who was smacking his lips thinking about yummy sausage links, up the stairs. </p><p></p><p>As the pair of heroes left, Khirin re-iterated that all of the soldiers remain on the stairs and away from the dungeon door. The merchant, taking deep breaths to calm himself, lowered his crossbow and flexed his right hand. A ring on that finger was glowing slightly and was making him a little uncomfortable. He glanced through the barred window that topped the stout, iron-bound oaken door that led to the dungeon. The cracks on the Starym Moonblade glowed a malevolent red color making the dungeon look like some pit of Hell. Khirin felt that he could hear the thing breathing. He looked away, shook his head, and leaned against the door with the crossbow again at the ready.</p><p></p><p>"Hah!" he spat. "This son of D'hib won't succumb to some cursed elven blade!"</p><p></p><p></p><p>**</p><p></p><p><em>Ellysidell was hunting again, like he had the day before and the day before that. The constant that was Fenmarel Mestarine, the Lone Wolf and patron of the wild elves, was suddenly interrupted. There was another powerful presence in the infinite forest. Ell felt the pang of loss and the growl of vengeance in the air. The wind, stirring brown leaves, carried the name Shevarash to him. Then he was no longer stalking through a stand of evergreens. Instead he stood in a clearing before them. </em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>The barbarian stood in awe as the two dieties spoke. He knew that they talked about him, but it was as if he was not there. He caught snatches of the conversation. Shevarash spoke of the traitorous spider queen and the mortal's unquenched vengeance. He had to right the wrong, the wrong visited on his people aeons ago and a more immediate one. Fenmarel countered by telling the elven god of vengeance that Ellysidell had been kept in ignorance, and was thus protected from following a quest that could lead to his own destruction. Then he felt the eyes of Shevarash on him.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em><strong>"Let us ask him what he thinks,"</strong> boomed the god. </em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>The scene shifted for Ellysidell and he saw two wild elves surrounded by drow in some piney locale. Snow covered the ground. The two heroes were male and female and fought bravely and valiantly, but eventually were overcome by the magic of several drow priestesses and the sheer numbers of drow fighters. Ell felt a pang of familiarity. Then he stood before Fenmarel and Shevarash once more. </em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em><strong>"Your parents, Ellysidell. They were betrayed by the machinations of the dark one! She betrayed us once and will do so again and again!" </strong></em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>Shevarash spoke with hatred and anger. Fenmarel was pensive. Ellysidell's soul was torn even more when he saw the same wild elves that had been slain by the drow ambush appear in the clearing. He bowed before them. </em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>"Avenge us, my son," said the male wild elf hunter. His mother only looked sad. </em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>He went to embrace them. He had never done so before. Then he looked at the gods that stood like giants before him. Was he being manipulated by Shevarash? </em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>There was no response from the Drow-hater. He merely folded his arms. Was he admitting his guilt? Did he even care? </em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>Fenmarel raised a hand and spoke, <strong>"Shevarash reveals what has truly occured. Your parents were betrayed by a trusted friend--a fellow elf. The webs of deceit and manipulation run deep among our people. The dark one has but recently made a move for power, and her actions have been rebuffed. However, her ambitions are still not tempered." </strong></em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em><strong>"She is a demon, Ellysidell. Look how she has hurt your own family! She will continue to hurt us and must be stopped,"</strong> added Shevarash.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>Fenmarel growled and Shevarash took a step back, remaining silent. </em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em><strong>"The choice is yours Ellysidell. Do you wish to remain here in the forests of Arvandor hunting for eternity and having everlasting peace or return to Toril, where vengeance can be yours and Her plans can be thwarted?"</strong></em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>Ellysidell looked at his parents and the gods, and took a deep breath feeling the everlasting woods here in Arvandor. He thought of his friends--Benito, Grim, Aris (if he still lived)--and their needs and the battle and Golden Fire and Son of Fury. </em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>It would be a tough decesion...</em></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Broccli_Head, post: 390457, member: 105"] [b][color=skyblue]5 Tarsakh, Year of Rogue Dragons: [i]Companions' Return, part II [/i][/color][/b] When Benito arrived near the dungeon, Ivan's men were moving up the stair, weapons drawn. They nodded recognition as the cleric of Tyr sped past. Ivan and Sergei's boots echoed in the tower as the two war vetrans also bounded towards what could be trouble. At the dungeon door, Khirin held out his loaded crossbow steady with a bead on the Souliess, the psionic wolverine. "He's making crazy talk, Benito. Talking about the moonblade helping him to gain power." The psion held up his arms, "You're the one who's insane, merchant. Look at him, Benito, his eyes are wide and he's sweating. I am very calm. She and I were just having a conversation. Then Khirin gets all belligerent. Just because she's not talking to you, I bet!" [i]She[/i] Benito mouthed. "The Starym Moonblade. Apparently, it can converse with prospective dupes by telepathy." "See what I mean. Khirin's just hostile." It was obvious to the holy justice that Souliess for all his vaunted mental prowess was being tempted by the evil artifact. [i]Why wasn't Khirin?[/i] he wondered, but quickly shook his head. That was not all that important right now. "Souliess, let us go upstairs and check on Mourn. He is not doing so well. Maybe you can help. We can stop by the kitchen on the way. I will deal with Khirin later." He gave the merchant cleric of Waukeen a knowing glance (who nodded in turn), and escorted the wolverine, who was smacking his lips thinking about yummy sausage links, up the stairs. As the pair of heroes left, Khirin re-iterated that all of the soldiers remain on the stairs and away from the dungeon door. The merchant, taking deep breaths to calm himself, lowered his crossbow and flexed his right hand. A ring on that finger was glowing slightly and was making him a little uncomfortable. He glanced through the barred window that topped the stout, iron-bound oaken door that led to the dungeon. The cracks on the Starym Moonblade glowed a malevolent red color making the dungeon look like some pit of Hell. Khirin felt that he could hear the thing breathing. He looked away, shook his head, and leaned against the door with the crossbow again at the ready. "Hah!" he spat. "This son of D'hib won't succumb to some cursed elven blade!" ** [i]Ellysidell was hunting again, like he had the day before and the day before that. The constant that was Fenmarel Mestarine, the Lone Wolf and patron of the wild elves, was suddenly interrupted. There was another powerful presence in the infinite forest. Ell felt the pang of loss and the growl of vengeance in the air. The wind, stirring brown leaves, carried the name Shevarash to him. Then he was no longer stalking through a stand of evergreens. Instead he stood in a clearing before them. The barbarian stood in awe as the two dieties spoke. He knew that they talked about him, but it was as if he was not there. He caught snatches of the conversation. Shevarash spoke of the traitorous spider queen and the mortal's unquenched vengeance. He had to right the wrong, the wrong visited on his people aeons ago and a more immediate one. Fenmarel countered by telling the elven god of vengeance that Ellysidell had been kept in ignorance, and was thus protected from following a quest that could lead to his own destruction. Then he felt the eyes of Shevarash on him. [b]"Let us ask him what he thinks,"[/b] boomed the god. The scene shifted for Ellysidell and he saw two wild elves surrounded by drow in some piney locale. Snow covered the ground. The two heroes were male and female and fought bravely and valiantly, but eventually were overcome by the magic of several drow priestesses and the sheer numbers of drow fighters. Ell felt a pang of familiarity. Then he stood before Fenmarel and Shevarash once more. [b]"Your parents, Ellysidell. They were betrayed by the machinations of the dark one! She betrayed us once and will do so again and again!" [/b] Shevarash spoke with hatred and anger. Fenmarel was pensive. Ellysidell's soul was torn even more when he saw the same wild elves that had been slain by the drow ambush appear in the clearing. He bowed before them. "Avenge us, my son," said the male wild elf hunter. His mother only looked sad. He went to embrace them. He had never done so before. Then he looked at the gods that stood like giants before him. Was he being manipulated by Shevarash? There was no response from the Drow-hater. He merely folded his arms. Was he admitting his guilt? Did he even care? Fenmarel raised a hand and spoke, [b]"Shevarash reveals what has truly occured. Your parents were betrayed by a trusted friend--a fellow elf. The webs of deceit and manipulation run deep among our people. The dark one has but recently made a move for power, and her actions have been rebuffed. However, her ambitions are still not tempered." [/b] [b]"She is a demon, Ellysidell. Look how she has hurt your own family! She will continue to hurt us and must be stopped,"[/b] added Shevarash. Fenmarel growled and Shevarash took a step back, remaining silent. [b]"The choice is yours Ellysidell. Do you wish to remain here in the forests of Arvandor hunting for eternity and having everlasting peace or return to Toril, where vengeance can be yours and Her plans can be thwarted?"[/b] Ellysidell looked at his parents and the gods, and took a deep breath feeling the everlasting woods here in Arvandor. He thought of his friends--Benito, Grim, Aris (if he still lived)--and their needs and the battle and Golden Fire and Son of Fury. It would be a tough decesion...[/i] [/QUOTE]
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