Disclaimer: Neverwinter Nights and all it's characters belong to Bioware. I'm only borrowing them for my twisted purposes.
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Of all the strange things
1. All good things…
Valen yawned. It was nearly time. Not that there where any clocks around here. He just knew that it was almost time for the „Saviour" to arrive.
Let's see what we get this time. A barbarian? A wizard?
The guards were standing in their usual places, staring disinterestedly into space.
Not that they can do anything else, He thought sourly The only time they get to see any kind of action is when the new PC arrives. And when it's time to die a „heroic" death in defence of Lith My'athar. He snorted. I guess I'm one of the lucky ones.
CRACK
Here we go again.
The weapon master sighed and readied himself for the usual mistrust speech.
Nathyrra, annoying kobold, elven sorceress… Wait, sorceress?! Valen stared in horror at the woman.
A female PC?! He thought desperately Nonononono..! Anything but that!
His mind had barely begun to process the dire implications of this new turn of events when he saw Nathyrra detach herself from the group and make her way toward him. Seeing the satisfied smile on her face he felt his temper rise.
„What's going on?" He growled. Nathyrra grinned broadly.
„It seems you're out of luck my friend. It's the little sister's playtime. And she seems to like this game."
The tiefling swallowed hard.
„Anything you know about her?"
The assassin examined her nails with interest.
„Not much. Timid, shy… adolescent" She added with a smirk.
Shitshitshitshit…
„You don't suppose she'll just…"
Nathyrra rolled her eyes.
„She's a spellcaster. She'll need her several hundred pounds of armored muscle" She elbowed him playfully „It looks like I'm off the hook, and you… well… see you next playthrough"
Valen stared at the assassin's retreating back with a sense of impending doom. He slowly turned and looked looked over to the Seer who was currently in deep conversation with the new arrival. The tiefling drew in a deep breath and braced himself for the encounter, putting on The Scowl which sent the worst of Abyssal troops running in fear. His only hope was that he could intimidate the sorceress out of romancing him.
Yeah, riiiight.