Prologue:
A black rectangle suddenly appeared in the middle of the room, startling Entreri. If anything could truly startle the assassin, of course. A slender black shape emerged from it, and bowed ridiculously low while tipping an enormous hat at him. "Jarlaxle? What the hell are you doing in calimport?" Entreri sputtered. "Ah, my dear assassin, you didn't think I would never come to visit, now did you?" Jarlaxle replied with a chuckle. "No. I though you would understand enough to leave me and my life alone, wasn't messing my life up once enough for you?" Entreri ansered, growling. Jarlaxle, seeing the expression, just laughed again. "A very warm welcome," He said, "but I fear I do not have the time to stay long. I will get right down to business. There is someone who must be killed, and right away." Entreri scowled at those words, and replied: "I thought I made it quite clear to you that I no longer kill people for money." Jarlaxle's chuckle was disbelieving. "Really? Within two short months, the dreaded Artemis Entreri has stopped killing people?" Entreri scowled again, and said: "Yes. Now I kill only when I need to. I am not the assassin I once was. When there is a bounty on my head, and no end of young upstarts trying to make a name for themselves, I end up having to kill more often than you'd expect. Or maybe not, as you come from Menzoberranzan. But I do not kill for money anymore." Jarlaxle stopped smiling at this speech, possibly more than he had ever heard the assassin say at one time, and said coldly, "This time, I fear you have no choice. It is a god's will that you kill a specific person, and soon. Or else there may very well be a new time of troubles, with the gods fighting between themselves and this time they might well decide to wipe out all the world in their anger." Entreri paled and asked, "A god asked for my services specifically?" Jarlaxle, still unsmiling, replied, "Yes. Lolth herself requires your prowess." "Why me? Are there no other warriors or assassins in the land?" Entreri asked, grasping at straws, not wanting to have anything to do with the Chaos goddess. Jarlaxle Chuckled, and said, "I will till you why. It is because your target this time may be more dangerous than any you have ever battled before. This time, you target is a Demigod, one named Hazel Levesque." "A demigod?" Entreri asked,feeling himself go even paler. He tried again, hoping he could talk his way out of this. "But-" Jarlaxle cut him off and said: "The target herself is not too dangerous. It is her allies you should be wary of. They are mighty indeed. One of them in particular, Perseus Jackson by name, is incredibly powerful. He defeated the war god Ares in a sword fight when he was eleven years old, and he has only gotten better since then. Another one is called Nico Di Angelo. His magical abilities make those of the grandmaster monk Kane look puny in comparison." "And I am to defeat them?" Entreri stuttered, recalling how easily Kane had defeated him. Jarlaxle nodded, and said: "Yes. To make this possible, I bear a gift from Lolth herself." He held out his hand to Entreri, and revealed a pure black glove. "What is that?" Entreri asked, not touching the thing. "It is a replacement to the gauntlet you lost in battle against the lich Herminicle, although this is far more powerful. It was made by a Yochlol, One of Lolth's handmaidens. It is virtually indestructible, and can handle much greater flows of magical energy than the previous one was capable of. It also has a number of useful tricks which even I do not completely understand or know. You will have to discover them for yourself. If you succeed this assignment, it is yours to keep."Reassured, Entreri took the glove and put it on., and asked, "Why was I chosen instead of any number of drow who are certainly better than me?" Jarlaxle, relieved that the assassin had agreed, answered, "Because these demigods live on a different plane of existence, one in which drow do not exist, and therefore cannot go. It is populated entirely of humans and gods, and the monsters there are unlike any on this plane. I will open you a door to the planar tunnel, and from there on, you are on your own, so be ready." Entreri picked up his sentient sword, Charon's Claw, sheathed his trademark vampiric dagger, and said grimly, "I am further ado, Jarlaxle pulled a wand out of nowhere, and began an incantation. When he finished, he pointed it at Entreri, and spoke the final words: "Ha'Lehe'asha, gonot, mazzarim'ta'na'ad!" A blast of orange light, a swirl of dead leaves, and Artemis Entreri found himself in a forest, and in the distance he could see cabins between the trees. He gripped the hilts of his magnificent weapons, and started walking. He knew that every bit of his stealth and cunning were going to be needed to approach a camp of demigods, for that could be the only reason for cabins in the middle of the woods, without being seen.
Author's note:
In case you didnt read the summary, this is a crossover between the Forgotten Realms series and the PJATO series. i strongly advise you to visit wikipedia and read abouty the characters, especially Entreri and Jarlaxle. if you dont want to, here is a very brief summary:
Artemis Entreri is a master assassin, swordsman, and strategist. he fights with a pair of weapons, a dagger and a sword, both of which have magical properties,which are described somewhat in the story. in the final book in the series, he decides to stop killing for money.
Jarlaxle is a extrodanarily cunning and sly mercanary, who cares only about money and surviving to enjoy it. he is a Drow, (dark elf) from the drow city of menzoberranzan. he has multitudes of magical items, most powerful, but some just for show.
Please reveiw, as this is my first real story, and i want to know if i make mistakes. corrections are very helpful, whether its in grammar, spelling, or anything i got wrong from the books. its also nice to know if someone likes my story, so dont be shy of saying so!