Shadowfur and Lionheart

by Shoughad

When I was playing Neverwinter Nights a year ago I started to post one or two screenshots of the actual gameplay on my homepage and wrote tiny, somehow fitting scenes or dialogues. I called them "snippets" - until they grew into my first fanfic ... Enjoy

3. We bring it to an end

Ok - I confess: the title is very, very misleading!

We reached chapter 4 of the game, but for sure it will take a little more than five or fifteen lines to finish Morag. So it's just the beginning of the final battle.

Linu and Teloki crossed the Source Stone (kind of magic portal that leads into alternate dimensions, one of them is the world whereto Morag once has been banished) and are going to enter Morags sanctum. Well, it's not comfortable there. Not at all.

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We bring it to an end

With kind of grim appreciation Teloki balances the two daedal swords in his hands.
"Lighting and Ice - Morag gave us a noble gift, didn't she?", he quietly snarls.
Linus fire elemental respectfully backs off. The frosted, icecrystal-exhaling blade is not after his fancy. Nor at all.
His sizzling aura makes shades dance on Linus face. Frowning she looks at the leftovers of Morags "Hands", magic guardians of the doorway into the lizard-queens sanctum.

"What now, Teloki?", she asks. Her tone is as dark as her eyes.
"We bring it to an end", is his answer.
Artless and frugal. There is nothing left of the typical mischief in his voice she had learned to love. The atmosphere of this place breathes profound unholiness and lets even the brave halfling's blood run cold, although there is an unnatural warmth weaving through the maze. But it is not the purifying heat of a fire. It is the sweltering closeness of lies, perfidy and smoldering hate.

"Hold on! I'll have a look on the old ones nest", he whispers, takes a deep breath and melts into the lurking shadows.
Linu cowers down. With her back rested against the wall she stares into the blackness. For some time only the occasional crackling of the patiently waiting elemental brakes the silence that has sprawled around the worried cleric.
And there is a good reason for Linu La'neral to be worried: Shadowfur – unsmiling and tight-lipped, as sable as the cave-labyrinth of the Source Stone and as pale as the bones of Tamorlyns old wyvern ... She sighs. Morags invisible, yet omnipresent webbing made of lunacy, curses, horror and darkness even gets on him.
The elfin cleric sends a silent prayer to Sehanine, then closes her eyes and starts to listen to the beating of her heart. It beats. Steady and with a tacit certainty she in fact does not feel. Not at all.