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<blockquote data-quote="Lazybones" data-source="post: 1381" data-attributes="member: 143"><p><strong>Part 2</strong></p><p></p><p>Part 2 </p><p></p><p><em>Under the ground, a presence stirred. Long had it remained here, buried, quiescent. Long had the world continued unabated around it, and long had it remained all but oblivious to its passing. </em></p><p></p><p><em>It had no memory of what it was, or what it had been. It did not even know what had awakened it, but now, as it stirred, it felt a sudden, overarching, overpowering need. A hunger.</em> </p><p></p><p><em>As its awareness expanded, it could sense that the fulfillment of that hunger was nearby, drawing it to them. </em> </p><p></p><p><em>Slowly, it began to move. </em> </p><p></p><p>* * * * * </p><p></p><p>“Did you hear something?” Benzan asked. The small group was comfortably ensconced within the ruined shell of the long-gone structure, sharing the warmth of a roaring fire. </p><p></p><p>“No,” Cal said. “Just the wind, and the fire.” Knowing the sensitivity of gnomish ears, Benzan shrugged and looked satisfied. “So, Delem, you were telling us about Athatkla?”</p><p></p><p>The young southerner looked uncomfortable to be the center of attention, but at the same time looked grateful for some companionship. “Yes,” he said, “well, I wasn’t there very long, a few months, perhaps. It’s a wonderful city; you’d be amazed at the sights to be seen, in Waukeen’s Promenade—that’s the big market district. There’s churches to several of the major Faerunian deities, the Shadow Thieves are said to have a secret base there… and I even heard that one of the Baalspawn came through there—although I don’t know much of such things.”</p><p></p><p>“Why did you leave?” said Lok, his voice like leather dragging over gravel. The others glanced at him in surprise—those were the most words he’d spoken that evening. Other than the fact that he was from the north, and of obviously mixed blood, the others had divined little else from him.</p><p></p><p>The young man looked down at his hands. “I didn’t want to,” he said, softly. “I didn’t want to leave Tethyr, either. But sometimes you just don’t have any choices in life…”</p><p></p><p>He trailed off, and rather than press the obviously distressed young man further, Benzan jumped into the gap. “Well, I know what it’s like to be on the road,” he said, his open and easy manner a contrast to Delem’s. “Been traveling most of my life, it seems sometimes. I was born in Unther, one of the old empires, but I barely remember anything of that place.” For a moment, something flared in his eyes, a memory given shape for an instant, but then it was gone. “Since then, I’ve been all over the lands around the Sea of Fallen Stars, and seen many strange and wonderful things, I’ll tell you. I’ve never been this far west, but I’ve heard a lot of stories about Waterdeep, and I thought I’d give the City of Splendors a go.”</p><p></p><p>“A fellow wandering soul,” Cal said pensively, taking a draw from the long-handled pipe he carried and blowing the smoke in a cloud before him. “I left Waterdeep for the opposite reason—it’s an easy place to get caught up in, and easy to forget there’s a very big world outside its walls. For a while I was content to stay and let it all come to me. Then one day I realized that I knew all the tales and songs that had come through the Southern Ward, but I hadn’t written one of my own in near on a year. It was then that I decided to leave my kin and friends in the city, and take to the road for a time.”</p><p> </p><p>“So, a company of adventurers we be, then,” Benzan said, his eyes shining with reflected firelight. “If one be a tad reluctant, and another a fair silent.” He turned to the dwarf, or half-dwarf, with a look determined to piece his reluctant shell. “So, Lok, what is your tale of woe? What brings you down out of the North, to these wild lands?”</p><p> </p><p>“Small minds,” the genasi said. </p><p></p><p>The others exchanged a look, trying to decipher the comment. Benzan opened his mouth to try again, but then, suddenly, the gnome started up. “Someone’s coming,” he said, “and they’re not trying to advertise their coming…”</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Lazybones, post: 1381, member: 143"] [b]Part 2[/b] Part 2 [I]Under the ground, a presence stirred. Long had it remained here, buried, quiescent. Long had the world continued unabated around it, and long had it remained all but oblivious to its passing. [/I] [I]It had no memory of what it was, or what it had been. It did not even know what had awakened it, but now, as it stirred, it felt a sudden, overarching, overpowering need. A hunger.[/I] [I]As its awareness expanded, it could sense that the fulfillment of that hunger was nearby, drawing it to them. [/I] [I]Slowly, it began to move. [/I] * * * * * “Did you hear something?” Benzan asked. The small group was comfortably ensconced within the ruined shell of the long-gone structure, sharing the warmth of a roaring fire. “No,” Cal said. “Just the wind, and the fire.” Knowing the sensitivity of gnomish ears, Benzan shrugged and looked satisfied. “So, Delem, you were telling us about Athatkla?” The young southerner looked uncomfortable to be the center of attention, but at the same time looked grateful for some companionship. “Yes,” he said, “well, I wasn’t there very long, a few months, perhaps. It’s a wonderful city; you’d be amazed at the sights to be seen, in Waukeen’s Promenade—that’s the big market district. There’s churches to several of the major Faerunian deities, the Shadow Thieves are said to have a secret base there… and I even heard that one of the Baalspawn came through there—although I don’t know much of such things.” “Why did you leave?” said Lok, his voice like leather dragging over gravel. The others glanced at him in surprise—those were the most words he’d spoken that evening. Other than the fact that he was from the north, and of obviously mixed blood, the others had divined little else from him. The young man looked down at his hands. “I didn’t want to,” he said, softly. “I didn’t want to leave Tethyr, either. But sometimes you just don’t have any choices in life…” He trailed off, and rather than press the obviously distressed young man further, Benzan jumped into the gap. “Well, I know what it’s like to be on the road,” he said, his open and easy manner a contrast to Delem’s. “Been traveling most of my life, it seems sometimes. I was born in Unther, one of the old empires, but I barely remember anything of that place.” For a moment, something flared in his eyes, a memory given shape for an instant, but then it was gone. “Since then, I’ve been all over the lands around the Sea of Fallen Stars, and seen many strange and wonderful things, I’ll tell you. I’ve never been this far west, but I’ve heard a lot of stories about Waterdeep, and I thought I’d give the City of Splendors a go.” “A fellow wandering soul,” Cal said pensively, taking a draw from the long-handled pipe he carried and blowing the smoke in a cloud before him. “I left Waterdeep for the opposite reason—it’s an easy place to get caught up in, and easy to forget there’s a very big world outside its walls. For a while I was content to stay and let it all come to me. Then one day I realized that I knew all the tales and songs that had come through the Southern Ward, but I hadn’t written one of my own in near on a year. It was then that I decided to leave my kin and friends in the city, and take to the road for a time.” “So, a company of adventurers we be, then,” Benzan said, his eyes shining with reflected firelight. “If one be a tad reluctant, and another a fair silent.” He turned to the dwarf, or half-dwarf, with a look determined to piece his reluctant shell. “So, Lok, what is your tale of woe? What brings you down out of the North, to these wild lands?” “Small minds,” the genasi said. The others exchanged a look, trying to decipher the comment. Benzan opened his mouth to try again, but then, suddenly, the gnome started up. “Someone’s coming,” he said, “and they’re not trying to advertise their coming…” [/QUOTE]
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