The sun dissapeared into the dunes looming to the back of the city of
Calimport. A time that always felt more natural to its corrupt inhabitants.
The one eyed assassin Artemis Entreri stalked his prey. Moments later, in a
flurry of steel, 3 guards lay dead at his feet, two had clean slits across
their throats, one, a jeweled dagger in his back. Artemis frowned, that was
too easy. The drow was expecting him. Slightly worried and more than a
little aroused, Artemis entered the palace.
Drizzit Do'Urden was so like him, yet so very very different. A drow with a robust conscience was in stark contrast to the man who worked very hard to hide from his. Both showing unrivaled skill with the blade,when they met, their lithe bodies became engrossed in a dance, intense, intimate movements, shadowing one another. They were of a similar build and hight. just the right size for spooning Artemis mused. His thoughts often wandered in this direction on nights like this, when thoughts of the lavender eyes of the dark elf flickered like candles in the gloom of this wretched city. ''He must be here somewhere'' .
Artemis' nocturnal activities has been somwhat curtailed of late, ever since that damn halfling became pasha.How he longed to kill Regis. His anger stemed from more than just irritation, he knew the halfling shared more than just a simple friendship with Drizzit Do'Urden. The drow had confided in him during that blissful night under Mithril hall ''he's an amazingly tight fit, it's like being inside a small child, i pretend im really into bondage so he'll let me gag him, but really it's to stop his incessant chatter''. It wasn't much of a pretence really, the assassin smiled quietly to himself, unconsciously rubbing his scarred wrist, remembering the resiliant elven cord.
Yes the halfling must die,and as he was now certain that the drow was guarding him, he felt confident he could achieve both his goals in a single swoop. How he longed to be close to Drizzit again, to ravish him over and over. A place in the desert had been arranged, the unrelenting sun will blind the drow, and add a new dimension to their little game. A new fire burned within the heart of Artemis Entreri. He sped up the top level of stairs in the palace of Pasha Regis.
A half open door provided a breathtaking view of the drow himself, bathing quietly in the moonlit room, seeming not to notice the approching assassin. But his taut muscles rippled enticingly as he sought out his simitars. Jumping from his bathing pool, tossing young halflings aside, he stood to face Entreri the blue light from twinkle reflecting from his naked skin. Artemis smiled at the look of grim determination on the face of the drow, a gaze that has terrified many a seasoned warrior. This was going to be more fun than he thought.
Drizzit Do'Urden was so like him, yet so very very different. A drow with a robust conscience was in stark contrast to the man who worked very hard to hide from his. Both showing unrivaled skill with the blade,when they met, their lithe bodies became engrossed in a dance, intense, intimate movements, shadowing one another. They were of a similar build and hight. just the right size for spooning Artemis mused. His thoughts often wandered in this direction on nights like this, when thoughts of the lavender eyes of the dark elf flickered like candles in the gloom of this wretched city. ''He must be here somewhere'' .
Artemis' nocturnal activities has been somwhat curtailed of late, ever since that damn halfling became pasha.How he longed to kill Regis. His anger stemed from more than just irritation, he knew the halfling shared more than just a simple friendship with Drizzit Do'Urden. The drow had confided in him during that blissful night under Mithril hall ''he's an amazingly tight fit, it's like being inside a small child, i pretend im really into bondage so he'll let me gag him, but really it's to stop his incessant chatter''. It wasn't much of a pretence really, the assassin smiled quietly to himself, unconsciously rubbing his scarred wrist, remembering the resiliant elven cord.
Yes the halfling must die,and as he was now certain that the drow was guarding him, he felt confident he could achieve both his goals in a single swoop. How he longed to be close to Drizzit again, to ravish him over and over. A place in the desert had been arranged, the unrelenting sun will blind the drow, and add a new dimension to their little game. A new fire burned within the heart of Artemis Entreri. He sped up the top level of stairs in the palace of Pasha Regis.
A half open door provided a breathtaking view of the drow himself, bathing quietly in the moonlit room, seeming not to notice the approching assassin. But his taut muscles rippled enticingly as he sought out his simitars. Jumping from his bathing pool, tossing young halflings aside, he stood to face Entreri the blue light from twinkle reflecting from his naked skin. Artemis smiled at the look of grim determination on the face of the drow, a gaze that has terrified many a seasoned warrior. This was going to be more fun than he thought.