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<blockquote data-quote="Wraithdrit" data-source="post: 1259226" data-attributes="member: 10820"><p>When the group had regrouped outside, their packs slung over their shoulders, Will turned on Delorian almost immediately. “What the hell was that all about?”</p><p></p><p>“I’m not sure what you are talking about.” Delorian frowned ever so slightly.</p><p></p><p>“Your little light trick in the middle of the inn.”</p><p></p><p>“It was too bright.” Out of the corner of his eye Delorian saw Plickit circling around to behind him. He turned sideways to be able to watch both Plickit and Will at the same time. </p><p></p><p>“Between how you are acting, and what your boss has been up to, I’m starting to wonder whose side you are really on.” Will was mad, stepping forward a bit, his eyes blazed bright with inner fire.</p><p></p><p>Delorian shook his head, “My motivations and have been and always will be to the city of Shade.”</p><p></p><p>Marcus chuckled, “Even though they banished you?” Delorian just shrugged.</p><p></p><p>Will went on, “My problem is that you have already once shown us your willingness to turn on your companions at the word of Clariburnus. How do I know that same fate does not await us?”</p><p></p><p>“I could never hope to take all of you, even if I were so ordered.”</p><p></p><p>Varick frowned, “That was not really a good answer. Anyone of us are vulnerable in our sleep.”</p><p></p><p>Delorian shook his head, “While some here would advocate such a tactic, it is not my way.”</p><p></p><p>Will nodded, “I see. Instead you advocate a tactic that involves giving your companions cursed items?”</p><p></p><p>Delorian blinked, looking surprised. “I have no idea what you are talking about.”</p><p></p><p>Plickit’s mandibles clacked together loudly. “Sure you don’t-tck…”</p><p></p><p>Marcus nodded, “The rings, Delorian.”</p><p></p><p>The monk looked between them and held out his hands, palms up. “The darkvision rings. What about them?”</p><p></p><p>Will answered, “On a tip from the Lady Firehands we checked them out. Turns out they have a second power. The power to make their wearer susceptible to magics cast by a shadow weave user.”</p><p></p><p>Delorian opened his mouth to speak then clamped it shut. He looked down then back up and sighed, “I had no idea such an enchantment was on them. You’ll have to talk to Clariburnus about that.”</p><p></p><p>“We intend to.” Will glanced at the items that Delorian wore. “We should also check out your gear.”</p><p></p><p>Delorian nodded, “I trust Clariburnus, but if it would make you feel better…”</p><p></p><p>The group went to an inn across town and the next morning Will was identifying Delorian’s items. They all gathered to hear what he had to say. Will looked at Delorian and pointed at the various items arrayed before him. “Most of these are fairly straight forward, they do exactly what you told me they would. The only one different is that.” He pointed to the magical tattoo now clearly visible on Delorian’s forearm since his magic bracers where on the table in front of him.</p><p></p><p>Delorian looked down at the tattoo. “Continue.” His look was one of grim determination. He had fought hard for Clariburnus. His loyalty was absolute, but it was time now to find out whether that loyalty went both ways.</p><p></p><p>“Besides communication with the tattoo’s owner, the person who holds the gem that is linked with the tattoo can will its owner’s death at any time.”</p><p></p><p>Delorian did not seem to have any reaction, but Marcus could see the monk’s jaw muscles tightening. Marcus bit his lower lip then shook his head a bit. Delorian may not be the perfect ally, but no one deserves a death just because someone else wills it.</p><p></p><p>Will looked at the others. “I think its time we had a talk with Clariburnus.” To Delorian he said, “Summon your master Delorian. He has some explaining to do. We will all be outside.”</p><p></p><p>Varick nodded, “In the sun.” The group left Delorian behind, and reattached all of his gear except the bracer that covered the tattoo. He ran his fingers over the intricate marks and pondered their newly exposed meanings. Was his life worth that little to his lord and master? His fingers touched the right spots, and the tattoo’s magic came to life. He communicated the message and soon Clariburnus was standing near him.</p><p></p><p>“Where are they? And what is this about?” The prince of shade looked tired. His eyes were more sunken than usual, and he ran a hand through his long hair. </p><p></p><p>Delorian nodded at the door. “They wanted to make sure they talked to you in the light of the sun, m’lord.” </p><p></p><p>Clariburnus narrowed his eyes then nodded, “Good. They are getting smarter.”</p><p></p><p>In the streets in front of the inn, the group awaited the prince and his servant. Delorian stepped off to one side, watching Will and Clariburnus. </p><p></p><p>Will started, “We had the rings you gave us identified. Mind explaining their secondary powers and why you gave us something so dangerous?”</p><p></p><p>Clariburnus looked confused a moment. “Oh that… right. They are standard issue. I did not really think through the repercussions of you wearing them outside the city. Have you run into shadow weave users?”</p><p></p><p>Will shook his head, “That’s not the point. You could have used them on us any time.”</p><p></p><p>The prince nodded, “Aye, I could have. If I really wanted you dead though, there are many other ways I could accomplish that.”</p><p></p><p>Delorian nodded and tapped his forearm, “Ways like my tattoo?”</p><p></p><p>Clariburnus looked at Delorian, then to the ground. He seemed to be weighing his options, and then finally he nodded, “Aye. Ways like that. I suppose now that you know, you should know the news from the city.</p><p></p><p>“Hadrhune’s whispers have become a poison seed in my father’s ear in regards to this matter, and more importantly, in regards to Delorian. My father has decided that the banishment will be permanent. Problem is that Delorian is a shade, and no shade is allowed to ever leave the city permanently. Thus, the banishment is now a death sentence.</p><p></p><p>“A death sentence that you know I could accomplish with a single word. But I do not choose to do that.”</p><p></p><p>Will frowned, “Why? If the High Prince ordered it…”</p><p></p><p>Clariburnus grinned, “He did not order me to do it.” He pulled the gem out of a small pouch. “Though Delorian’s death is ordered, I was not directly ordered to do it, so I won’t. Besides, its beneath me to do petty assassinations. No, I choose not to be the instrument of my lord’s destruction, not in this regard.” With that he dropped the gem on the ground. It bounced once then settled. Clariburnus lifted his boot and smashed the gem beneath his heel. </p><p></p><p>Delorian reacted like he had been stabbed. Crying out in pain, he grabbed his arm and fell to his knees. He ripped the bracer off and his arm beneath was cooking as the magical tattoo burned itself away.</p><p></p><p>Clariburnus looked between them all. “I would conclude your business in Saerloon quickly. Hadrhune will probably come after you all soon. The faezress of the Underdark will give you a small measure of protection against scrying and teleportation attacks.” He looked back to Delorian, “I wish things had ended better for us Delorian. Good luck, and I hope to never see you again. For if I did, I would be duty bound to kill you.”</p><p></p><p>Delorian looked up from the ground, still holding his burnt arm. He grit his teeth and nodded once to his former lord and master. </p><p></p><p>Clariburnus turned and walked back into the inn.</p><p></p><p>Marcus shook his head, “I do so hope he finds a better hobby than us.”</p><p></p><p>Varick nodded, “Indeed. Perhaps we should retire to the temple, we would be safer there.”</p><p></p><p>Delorian looked up, his arm had already started scarring, his amazing monk healing abilities taking up where his shade healing failed him in the light. “I can not go into your temple.”</p><p></p><p>Varick frowned, “Perhaps…” But he knew that Delorian was right, there would be no way that Delorian would be allowed in. “Come to the temple steps, and let me talk to Lady Firehands.”</p><p></p><p>Delorian looked around the city then nodded.</p><p></p><p>When they got to the temple steps, Delorian waited outside while the others went in. After a time, two rows of guards marched out the front gates, flanking a woman dressed in regal blue robes. The guards circled Delorian, and then turned to face outward. The woman nodded, “Delorian… I am Lady Firehands of Mystra. Varick has explained the situation to me.” She motioned back behind her where Varick stood with the rest of the group.</p><p></p><p>Delorian nodded, “Well met, m’lady.” He bowed slightly then straightened.</p><p></p><p>“I would offer you sanctuary, but I can not allow one that worships Shar into my temple.”</p><p></p><p>“Then I will remain outside.”</p><p></p><p>“You could die out here.”</p><p></p><p>“Then I will die.”</p><p></p><p>“Why not renounce her? You could remain a shade… but you do not have to serve a deity that has shown you nothing but scorn and punishment, even as you attempt to do her will for her.”</p><p></p><p>“Shar is the only god or goddess I know.”</p><p></p><p>“There are others, many others.”</p><p></p><p>“Not for a shade. My thanks for your advice and offer m’lady. But there is nothing you can say that will force me to renounce my goddess. Shar is a way of life where I come from. She is a part of me, as much as being a shade is part of me. Perhaps one day I will learn to separate the two, but I believe enough has changed in my life for one day.”</p><p></p><p>Lady Firehands studied Delorian for several moments then nodded, “Very well. Your loyalty, even if misplaced, is commendable. I wish you luck in whatever it is you do with the rest of your life.” She bowed slightly, which Delorian returned. She turned and strode back toward the temple doors. Her guards flowed around her, making room for the others near her when she stopped to talk to Varick. </p><p></p><p>Varick shook his head, as he watched Delorian stride down the long walk away from the temple. The monk’s head was held high, despite all that happened to him. “I take it he refused.”</p><p></p><p>Lady Firehands nodded, “As he should. He has convictions, and though those convictions are wrong, they are strong. Its what makes him who he is. Perhaps one day we can turn those convictions into a force for something other than evil.”</p><p></p><p>Varick looked back at his mistress, “I sense no evil in him, despite his worship of Shar.”</p><p></p><p>Lady Firehands nodded, “That’s what scares me. If he survives the night, keep an eye on him. Help him learn the error of his goddess’ ways. Perhaps in time he will become a worthy ally to our cause. Shar’s grip is strong. It will hurt if he renounces her, but whatever damage she does, we will undo for him. When the time is right, tell him that.”</p><p></p><p>Varick nodded then bowed, “Of course, Mistress.”</p><p></p><p>She looked to the others. “Come lets find you all rooms.” They turned to go inside, all except Plickit. </p><p></p><p>The thrikreen watched Delorian go, his hand sliding the hilt of one of his new swords. He gripped the hilt tight and then finally let out a sort of growl. He knew the others were beginning the process of accepting the shade. In his heart he knew this was the worst mistake he could make. The shades were evil. Nothing about them could be forgiven, and especially not the dark goddess’ monks. Their kind had been instrumental in the attacks on his village. It was something he would never forget, ever.</p><p></p><p>When Plickit turned to walk inside Varick was waiting for him. As Plickit stepped in Varick put his arm around the thrikreen’s shoulders. He lifted a finger to his cloak pin, which momentarily turned into a small harp shaped pin. Plickit’s eyes grew large with surprise. Varick walked with the thrikreen toward the back halls of the temple, “There is much we should discuss, my friend.”</p><p></p><p>Temple of Mystra</p><p>Saerloon, Sembia</p><p>Marpenoth 21st, 1372, Early Morning</p><p></p><p>The group gathered in the temples interior and worked their way outside. Standing at the base of the steps was Delorian. Marcus was the first to him. “I see you made it through the night.” </p><p></p><p>Delorian nodded. “Indeed. It was an eventful night.”</p><p></p><p>Varick nodded, “Perhaps you’ll tell me about it someday.”</p><p></p><p>“Perhaps.”</p><p></p><p>Will and the rest stepped up. “Delorian.”</p><p></p><p>The monk nodded his greetings. </p><p></p><p>Will looked to the others. “Well then… into the Underdark it is then. Szith Morcane is a bit low for my tastes, not sure if the Faezress covers it or not, so we will teleport into the smuggler’s cove and make our way on foot from there.”</p><p></p><p>The group each put a hand on each other’s shoulder and Will raised his free hand and started drawing arcane symbols into the air. The air shimmered around the group and in a moment they were gone.</p><p></p><p>Above, standing on a balcony, looking down at the group as they disappeared, Lady Firehands turned to her guest and asked, “You sure they can do it?”</p><p></p><p>Storm nodded, “I … have faith that they will prevail.”</p><p></p><p>“Such small numbers against a threat buried within a city of drow… I’m not sure even an army could do what you ask of them.”</p><p></p><p>Storm got a far off look then shook her head and glanced over at Lady Firehands. “No… an army has already tried and failed.”</p><p></p><p>Lady Firehands’ eyebrows lifted, “You expect them to accomplish what an army could not?”</p><p></p><p>Storm smiled and stood from the chair she was reclining in. She glanced down at the empty steps and courtyard below and then clapped Lady Firehands on the shoulder. “If their will is strong enough, they can do anything, Mystra willing.”</p><p></p><p>Lady Firehands nodded, gripping the holy symbol that clung on a change around her neck tightly, “Mystra willing.”</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Wraithdrit, post: 1259226, member: 10820"] When the group had regrouped outside, their packs slung over their shoulders, Will turned on Delorian almost immediately. “What the hell was that all about?” “I’m not sure what you are talking about.” Delorian frowned ever so slightly. “Your little light trick in the middle of the inn.” “It was too bright.” Out of the corner of his eye Delorian saw Plickit circling around to behind him. He turned sideways to be able to watch both Plickit and Will at the same time. “Between how you are acting, and what your boss has been up to, I’m starting to wonder whose side you are really on.” Will was mad, stepping forward a bit, his eyes blazed bright with inner fire. Delorian shook his head, “My motivations and have been and always will be to the city of Shade.” Marcus chuckled, “Even though they banished you?” Delorian just shrugged. Will went on, “My problem is that you have already once shown us your willingness to turn on your companions at the word of Clariburnus. How do I know that same fate does not await us?” “I could never hope to take all of you, even if I were so ordered.” Varick frowned, “That was not really a good answer. Anyone of us are vulnerable in our sleep.” Delorian shook his head, “While some here would advocate such a tactic, it is not my way.” Will nodded, “I see. Instead you advocate a tactic that involves giving your companions cursed items?” Delorian blinked, looking surprised. “I have no idea what you are talking about.” Plickit’s mandibles clacked together loudly. “Sure you don’t-tck…” Marcus nodded, “The rings, Delorian.” The monk looked between them and held out his hands, palms up. “The darkvision rings. What about them?” Will answered, “On a tip from the Lady Firehands we checked them out. Turns out they have a second power. The power to make their wearer susceptible to magics cast by a shadow weave user.” Delorian opened his mouth to speak then clamped it shut. He looked down then back up and sighed, “I had no idea such an enchantment was on them. You’ll have to talk to Clariburnus about that.” “We intend to.” Will glanced at the items that Delorian wore. “We should also check out your gear.” Delorian nodded, “I trust Clariburnus, but if it would make you feel better…” The group went to an inn across town and the next morning Will was identifying Delorian’s items. They all gathered to hear what he had to say. Will looked at Delorian and pointed at the various items arrayed before him. “Most of these are fairly straight forward, they do exactly what you told me they would. The only one different is that.” He pointed to the magical tattoo now clearly visible on Delorian’s forearm since his magic bracers where on the table in front of him. Delorian looked down at the tattoo. “Continue.” His look was one of grim determination. He had fought hard for Clariburnus. His loyalty was absolute, but it was time now to find out whether that loyalty went both ways. “Besides communication with the tattoo’s owner, the person who holds the gem that is linked with the tattoo can will its owner’s death at any time.” Delorian did not seem to have any reaction, but Marcus could see the monk’s jaw muscles tightening. Marcus bit his lower lip then shook his head a bit. Delorian may not be the perfect ally, but no one deserves a death just because someone else wills it. Will looked at the others. “I think its time we had a talk with Clariburnus.” To Delorian he said, “Summon your master Delorian. He has some explaining to do. We will all be outside.” Varick nodded, “In the sun.” The group left Delorian behind, and reattached all of his gear except the bracer that covered the tattoo. He ran his fingers over the intricate marks and pondered their newly exposed meanings. Was his life worth that little to his lord and master? His fingers touched the right spots, and the tattoo’s magic came to life. He communicated the message and soon Clariburnus was standing near him. “Where are they? And what is this about?” The prince of shade looked tired. His eyes were more sunken than usual, and he ran a hand through his long hair. Delorian nodded at the door. “They wanted to make sure they talked to you in the light of the sun, m’lord.” Clariburnus narrowed his eyes then nodded, “Good. They are getting smarter.” In the streets in front of the inn, the group awaited the prince and his servant. Delorian stepped off to one side, watching Will and Clariburnus. Will started, “We had the rings you gave us identified. Mind explaining their secondary powers and why you gave us something so dangerous?” Clariburnus looked confused a moment. “Oh that… right. They are standard issue. I did not really think through the repercussions of you wearing them outside the city. Have you run into shadow weave users?” Will shook his head, “That’s not the point. You could have used them on us any time.” The prince nodded, “Aye, I could have. If I really wanted you dead though, there are many other ways I could accomplish that.” Delorian nodded and tapped his forearm, “Ways like my tattoo?” Clariburnus looked at Delorian, then to the ground. He seemed to be weighing his options, and then finally he nodded, “Aye. Ways like that. I suppose now that you know, you should know the news from the city. “Hadrhune’s whispers have become a poison seed in my father’s ear in regards to this matter, and more importantly, in regards to Delorian. My father has decided that the banishment will be permanent. Problem is that Delorian is a shade, and no shade is allowed to ever leave the city permanently. Thus, the banishment is now a death sentence. “A death sentence that you know I could accomplish with a single word. But I do not choose to do that.” Will frowned, “Why? If the High Prince ordered it…” Clariburnus grinned, “He did not order me to do it.” He pulled the gem out of a small pouch. “Though Delorian’s death is ordered, I was not directly ordered to do it, so I won’t. Besides, its beneath me to do petty assassinations. No, I choose not to be the instrument of my lord’s destruction, not in this regard.” With that he dropped the gem on the ground. It bounced once then settled. Clariburnus lifted his boot and smashed the gem beneath his heel. Delorian reacted like he had been stabbed. Crying out in pain, he grabbed his arm and fell to his knees. He ripped the bracer off and his arm beneath was cooking as the magical tattoo burned itself away. Clariburnus looked between them all. “I would conclude your business in Saerloon quickly. Hadrhune will probably come after you all soon. The faezress of the Underdark will give you a small measure of protection against scrying and teleportation attacks.” He looked back to Delorian, “I wish things had ended better for us Delorian. Good luck, and I hope to never see you again. For if I did, I would be duty bound to kill you.” Delorian looked up from the ground, still holding his burnt arm. He grit his teeth and nodded once to his former lord and master. Clariburnus turned and walked back into the inn. Marcus shook his head, “I do so hope he finds a better hobby than us.” Varick nodded, “Indeed. Perhaps we should retire to the temple, we would be safer there.” Delorian looked up, his arm had already started scarring, his amazing monk healing abilities taking up where his shade healing failed him in the light. “I can not go into your temple.” Varick frowned, “Perhaps…” But he knew that Delorian was right, there would be no way that Delorian would be allowed in. “Come to the temple steps, and let me talk to Lady Firehands.” Delorian looked around the city then nodded. When they got to the temple steps, Delorian waited outside while the others went in. After a time, two rows of guards marched out the front gates, flanking a woman dressed in regal blue robes. The guards circled Delorian, and then turned to face outward. The woman nodded, “Delorian… I am Lady Firehands of Mystra. Varick has explained the situation to me.” She motioned back behind her where Varick stood with the rest of the group. Delorian nodded, “Well met, m’lady.” He bowed slightly then straightened. “I would offer you sanctuary, but I can not allow one that worships Shar into my temple.” “Then I will remain outside.” “You could die out here.” “Then I will die.” “Why not renounce her? You could remain a shade… but you do not have to serve a deity that has shown you nothing but scorn and punishment, even as you attempt to do her will for her.” “Shar is the only god or goddess I know.” “There are others, many others.” “Not for a shade. My thanks for your advice and offer m’lady. But there is nothing you can say that will force me to renounce my goddess. Shar is a way of life where I come from. She is a part of me, as much as being a shade is part of me. Perhaps one day I will learn to separate the two, but I believe enough has changed in my life for one day.” Lady Firehands studied Delorian for several moments then nodded, “Very well. Your loyalty, even if misplaced, is commendable. I wish you luck in whatever it is you do with the rest of your life.” She bowed slightly, which Delorian returned. She turned and strode back toward the temple doors. Her guards flowed around her, making room for the others near her when she stopped to talk to Varick. Varick shook his head, as he watched Delorian stride down the long walk away from the temple. The monk’s head was held high, despite all that happened to him. “I take it he refused.” Lady Firehands nodded, “As he should. He has convictions, and though those convictions are wrong, they are strong. Its what makes him who he is. Perhaps one day we can turn those convictions into a force for something other than evil.” Varick looked back at his mistress, “I sense no evil in him, despite his worship of Shar.” Lady Firehands nodded, “That’s what scares me. If he survives the night, keep an eye on him. Help him learn the error of his goddess’ ways. Perhaps in time he will become a worthy ally to our cause. Shar’s grip is strong. It will hurt if he renounces her, but whatever damage she does, we will undo for him. When the time is right, tell him that.” Varick nodded then bowed, “Of course, Mistress.” She looked to the others. “Come lets find you all rooms.” They turned to go inside, all except Plickit. The thrikreen watched Delorian go, his hand sliding the hilt of one of his new swords. He gripped the hilt tight and then finally let out a sort of growl. He knew the others were beginning the process of accepting the shade. In his heart he knew this was the worst mistake he could make. The shades were evil. Nothing about them could be forgiven, and especially not the dark goddess’ monks. Their kind had been instrumental in the attacks on his village. It was something he would never forget, ever. When Plickit turned to walk inside Varick was waiting for him. As Plickit stepped in Varick put his arm around the thrikreen’s shoulders. He lifted a finger to his cloak pin, which momentarily turned into a small harp shaped pin. Plickit’s eyes grew large with surprise. Varick walked with the thrikreen toward the back halls of the temple, “There is much we should discuss, my friend.” Temple of Mystra Saerloon, Sembia Marpenoth 21st, 1372, Early Morning The group gathered in the temples interior and worked their way outside. Standing at the base of the steps was Delorian. Marcus was the first to him. “I see you made it through the night.” Delorian nodded. “Indeed. It was an eventful night.” Varick nodded, “Perhaps you’ll tell me about it someday.” “Perhaps.” Will and the rest stepped up. “Delorian.” The monk nodded his greetings. Will looked to the others. “Well then… into the Underdark it is then. Szith Morcane is a bit low for my tastes, not sure if the Faezress covers it or not, so we will teleport into the smuggler’s cove and make our way on foot from there.” The group each put a hand on each other’s shoulder and Will raised his free hand and started drawing arcane symbols into the air. The air shimmered around the group and in a moment they were gone. Above, standing on a balcony, looking down at the group as they disappeared, Lady Firehands turned to her guest and asked, “You sure they can do it?” Storm nodded, “I … have faith that they will prevail.” “Such small numbers against a threat buried within a city of drow… I’m not sure even an army could do what you ask of them.” Storm got a far off look then shook her head and glanced over at Lady Firehands. “No… an army has already tried and failed.” Lady Firehands’ eyebrows lifted, “You expect them to accomplish what an army could not?” Storm smiled and stood from the chair she was reclining in. She glanced down at the empty steps and courtyard below and then clapped Lady Firehands on the shoulder. “If their will is strong enough, they can do anything, Mystra willing.” Lady Firehands nodded, gripping the holy symbol that clung on a change around her neck tightly, “Mystra willing.” [/QUOTE]
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