Traitor House

The characters Artemis, Jarlaxle and the Bregan D'aerthe are not my original characters, they are owned by R.A Salvatore and the wizard cooperation.

The house of the priestess however is originally my character. Enjoy!

He ran silently and swift through the alley of the underdark. Matching the skill of a thousand beings of the dark hell called Menzoberranzan. He'd been taking a message to the Matron of the first house. Artemis Entreri a trained assassin was playing errant boy for the leader of Bregan D'aerthe. It was nothing he did with passion but then again there was nothing he did with passion. The assassin went without a fight about the job. There was nothing more he hated then being someone's lap dog, but then again there was nothing more he hated than being in the underdark. He cursed the Bregan D'aerthe everyday he spent in that cursed place. He was not grateful for his rescue by Jarlaxle and he was even less grateful that he had to spent his days by the unusually drows side. The assassin was a willing dog, waiting for every opportunity he could get to leave the Bregan D'aerthes side. He hated being in this place, hated being surround by a hundred thousand mirrors of who he was. Looking into empty fearless faces day after day. Artemis had to admit at least to himself that he enjoyed seeing fear in the eyes of his victims. He was something of a precious gift to anyone who needed an assassin. But in the darkness of Menzoberranzan he was less then nothing. He would never be thought of it someone needed another dead. The name Artemis Entreri would never be echoed in fear again. He continued down the alley silently, the hood of his piwafwi low on his glowing red eyes. Suddenly he felt the eyes of someone upon him. Bringing himself close against the stonewall he took his vamperic dagger from his belt and looked around. Of course he could see nothing, the assassin had to remind himself of where he was, 'this is not the surface' his mind whispered to him. Circling the shops that surrounded the alley the assassin made a quick turn to bring himself back around into the alley. He'd hoped that he would be upon his enemy at the right moment, but he was wrong and there was no one there.

She'd watched him leave the sanctuary of the Bregan D'aerthe and watched the routed he took to the first house of Menzoberranzan. Following slowly, she had no need for speed she knew where the human was going and she knew she'd reach the spot as he was leaving the house. She admired his skills, though it matched that of every child of Lolth, but he was of a lesser race and that meant something. Or at least the skill that such a lesser being could possess did.
She watched him make his way around the shop building and smiled, laughing to herself. She watched the assassin walk away still cautious and quiet. She tossed a rock behind the assassin and it made a sound of a footstep. Spinning about, dagger in hand Artemis saw no one, and he growled. He was becoming quickly frustrated. Taking a few steps backwards he bumped into something. He turned again, blade still drawn and he brought it to her throat. As soon as he realized it was a priestess he lowered his blade and bowed on one knee. The priestess' eyes were wide with surprise at the assassins speed. He was interesting indeed. Cupping his face she forced his eyes to meet with hers. She was gorgeous by the standard of any race, a thick mane of silver-white hair, her eyes a different color, a pale gray. Her skin was black as night and as smooth as silk. Her clothing was very unusual, she wore high boots and a vest like that of the one Jarlaxle wears accenting her small bosom, her pants tight to the skin. Sharpe features and a shapely body, every piece of her toned to its finest shape.

"You are the human slave of Bregan D'aerthe?" she asked, her voice soft and beautiful. Artemis' eyes echoed his confusion he understood little of what he was being told, and that brought laughter to the priestess lips.
"You are a beautiful creature Assassin. Hm... Do you think your owner will allow me your services?" Still Artemis did not speak. He could pick out a few words but not many, and the few that he did understand he did not like. She gestured for the assassin to rise up to his feet and he followed. "What a good slave you are," she commented. "If only you where for purchase," she said as if day dreaming, which was an unusual thing to see from a dark elf. "Take me to the drow leader of Bregan D'aerthe." Again the assassin understood little of what she had said so he shook his head. His drow speech was not at all good, but he got his message across, "He would have my head"
"I would have your heart!" she yelled.

Then as if he'd been there all along, Jarlaxle walked from the shadows, "Now, now my gorgeous priestess of Lolth, do not hurt my merchandise. He is very valuable to me and I would be very upset if he were lost to me," he said as he rose from his low bow, a brilliant smile on his face. Then to let her hear their whole conversations, "he could be for purchase, but perhaps just for a night," and he's smile grew wider as he saw the frustration grow in the assassins' eyes.

Smiling herself, "you would allow me the use of your slave?" she said in the surface tongue as she looked over to the human. How that aggravated the assassin, Artemis clenched his jaw to keep his anger from rising. Caressing his face as if to apologize though they both knew a drow was incapable of such a thing. "I need him for educational purposes." "But I have told you dear mistress he's is of great value to me. I'm sure I can satisfy my mistresses needs," the merchant said most boldly, He was Bregan D'aerthe he had nothing to fear even from a priestess.

He's boldness did not seem to faze the priestess at all; she simple circled the assassin taking in his form. "Perhaps some other time dear merchant." 'so she isn't saying no," the merchant said to himself his smile growing still.
"Allow me to borrow your slave. I have a great deal of things to get done and I refuse to pay your high price for any of it"
"He is mine there is a price that must be paid either way dear mistress"

"I'm sure it can be paid, but only after. I assure you it will be worth the wait," she said smiling at the leader of Bregan D'aerthe, remaining behind Entreri her head resting on the curve of his neck and shoulder. The assassin stood stiffly by. He did not think it necessary for him to be in the middle of something he could not understand. And he grew more uncomfortable as the priestesses hands began roaming him, shoulders, arms, chest, surely she didn't mean too... not here... not in front of the Bregan D'aerthe. The merchant nodded and stepped back into the shadow. Releasing the assassin she stepped before him. "Come with me, I have a job for you"

"I am no ones whore," he said to her. He'd rather her kill him than fall into any drow's games.
Laughing heartily, she turned to Artemis, "foolish human I would have no human lovers, I need NO whore. You will come with me, and if you refuse you will spent the remainder of your years wishing you hadn't refused."