Big Mistake
Chapter 1
This story takes place in the Underdark portion of BG2. The characters are not mine except for Seth, and are copyrighted, blah,blah. I know its long for a chapter, but I wanted all my ideas down before i forgot. Please review and give suggestions ( if it sucks, say so!!!). Enjoy....
Seth was having dreams again. They started nice enought, visions of his companions and friends, the lovely half-elf druid, Jaheira, the wise paladin, Keldorn, the half insane and amusing ranger Minsc and his miniature giant space hamster Boo, and his half-sister, the mage thief Imoen. Memories of his childhood, of his home and father. Blissful, ignorant dreams. Then they turn to nightmares. Torn bodies, bloody fields, screams of agony clouded his vision and always there was lightning illuminating these grisly scenes, brief horrible glimpses of horror. And he would look down at his hands and always they were bloody claws. And he would wake...
" Wake him", a woman cried, Jaheira. Seth noted pain and fear in her voice. She had lost her husband a mere month ago and... Someone slapped him in the face. It stung and was quickly followed by a second one. "Ow", he yelled as a third one struck, " stop that".
" Boo says too many hits to the head are bad for you, thought Minsc does not know why," a loud accented voice said for somewhere nearby.
" Thank you, Minsc, but I am fine", Seth said, getting up. Blood rushed to his head and he toppled over.
" You must have taken more of those blasts than the rest of us", Keldorn said, as he helped Seth back up.
" Where the blazes are we", Seth growled, suddenly snapping out of his dizziness. He was in a cell with Imoen and Keldorn, with Jaheira and Minsc in anothere cell across the hall.
" The Jellyheads` domain", Minsc roared, " trapped once again in the foul clutches of evil."
" Calm yourself my friend, there are some listening nearby", Jaheira cautioned, soothing Minsc already unbalanced mind.
" Illithids", Imoen said quietly beside him, with not a trace of her once happy carefree voice, " they kill, Seth, I can feel death in this place."
Memories flooded back to him, of the rescue of Imoen in the asylium Spellhold, of the Gyanthi attack on their ship, of the Sahuagin who captured them and of their escape into the Underdark. And of Irenicus. And of the attack in the caves.
" Have the Illithids given any hints of what they want with us," Seth said with gritted teeth, holding his head.
" No, but I think their intentions are clear", Jaheira said cooly. She motioned to the cell next to her, where the remains of a dark elf lay. His face was locked in an expression of pure agony and dark gray clumps were splattered on his chest and face.
" They ate his brains", Keldorn said, disgusted.
The familiar music played in his mind, of murder and carnage. He felt dizzy again and sat down beside Imoen. She watched him for a while, then whispered, "you hear it too, don`t you, the song of murder, of Bhaal, our father."
Seth nodded.
" It is stronger in you, my brother", she whispered hastily.
He turned to her, intrigued.
She fained sleep.
Jaheira paced her cell, restless. Minsc sat on his cot, playing with his hamster.
" How can you play in a time like this," she snapped at him, " we are trapped by a hoard of alien monsters and you act like a child"
Minsc glowered at her, " Minsc does not worry over things, makes his head hurt." He scratched his hamster under its chin " Boo does the thinking for both of us, don`t you." His hamster gave an eager squeak.
" No need to vent your anger on him, Jaheira, we can think of something", Keldorn said calmly, " why would the Illithid leave our armour and weapons. Do they have such a low opinion of humans that they would leave us armed. Unless they have other plans for us." He turned to Seth, " any ideas would be helpful."
Seth gave him an irritated stare. " Oh yes, Im brimming with ideas, because I`ve been captured by subteranean mind eating creatures at least a dozen times..."
" Perhaps your magic," Jaheira put in hopefully.
Seth gave out a sarcastic laught," my magic is as useless as your tree kissing powers against them."
Jaheira recoiled slightly at this nasty comment.
Seth reminded himself of his feeling for this woman, " I am sorry Jaheira, I did not mean what I said. I`m very tired and quick to anger."
" Think nothing of it," she said gruffly and lay on her cot.
Seth swore softly. He was not used to having people so close to him and always seemed to repel them. Growing up with the innate gift of magic, which flowed throught him and out of him easily, he was viewed with distrust by the commoners who lived in Candlekeep and with jealousy by the mages he studied with, who had to work long and hard to to gain the level of expertise in magic that Seth so easily controlled. He was sunned for most of his life, taking care of himself, raising himself. He lived in a small room in the library and found solace in the magical tomes he was surrounded by. He began to study exstensively, almost continually. He became obsessed with reaching his full magical potential, no matter the cost. He became greedy in his quest, only thinking of himself and his own gain. He kept everyone away with his sharp tongue and cynical attitude. Until Gorion came and adopted him. And he met Imoen. Then destiny came in the form of his other half sibling, Sarevok.
Seth was awakened from his memories by a sharp cry down the hall. It wailed on and on until it was abrultly cut off. Imoen gave a soft moan behind him, of fear or pleasure he could not tell. The sorceror stood up and walked to the bars. Down the hall came the ugliest pair of creatures he had ever seen. Skinny bodies drapped in shimmering robes with two frail looking arms with three appendages sticking out that Seth assumed was their fingers. But the worst was their heads. A bloated rubbery octopus head, with tentacle hanging around what was probably its mouth. Two pairs of milky expressionless eyes stared out at him.
" Torm help us all", Keldorn whispered.
The Illithids came close to Imoen, their tentacles brushing her face. Seth wanted to help her, but he found that he could not move. By the way Keldorn growled, Seth knew he too was immobalized.
" Get your slimy tentacles of her, rubber faces", Minsc shouted, " ooooh I swear I will administer some spankings of truth and justice to the both of you." His shouts were ignored by the two Mind flayers, who studied Imoen awhile longer, then turned their attention to Seth. Imoen crumpled to the ground, shaking. He watched helplessly as the pair glided towards him, arms outstretched. He felt it then, an intrusion in his mind, an unseen and unfelt force penetrating deep inside. He pushed it back, the effort excruciating. A part of him told him to give up, let these creatures take over. It was tempting , but Seth was outraged that these creatures had invaded his mind, his personal sanctuary. He pushed with all his will and finally felt the presence slip. One Illithid shivered, a look of confusion on its ugly face. It turned to its companion, who nodded. Togethere they pushed throught, the sheer force completely overwhelming him. He felt darkness overwhelming his senses and he slipped into unconsciousness.
The two Illithids retreated from the creatures mind. They could not believe their luck. They had bought a demi-god, a offspring of a deity, with much dormant powers. He would be far more useful than a gladiator in the fighting pits; This spawn will lead them to power and riches. All they had to do is break throught the mental barrier that held this power inside and they would command a most formidable creature. The pair nodded in pleasure and moved on.
Later...
Chapter 1
This story takes place in the Underdark portion of BG2. The characters are not mine except for Seth, and are copyrighted, blah,blah. I know its long for a chapter, but I wanted all my ideas down before i forgot. Please review and give suggestions ( if it sucks, say so!!!). Enjoy....
Seth was having dreams again. They started nice enought, visions of his companions and friends, the lovely half-elf druid, Jaheira, the wise paladin, Keldorn, the half insane and amusing ranger Minsc and his miniature giant space hamster Boo, and his half-sister, the mage thief Imoen. Memories of his childhood, of his home and father. Blissful, ignorant dreams. Then they turn to nightmares. Torn bodies, bloody fields, screams of agony clouded his vision and always there was lightning illuminating these grisly scenes, brief horrible glimpses of horror. And he would look down at his hands and always they were bloody claws. And he would wake...
" Wake him", a woman cried, Jaheira. Seth noted pain and fear in her voice. She had lost her husband a mere month ago and... Someone slapped him in the face. It stung and was quickly followed by a second one. "Ow", he yelled as a third one struck, " stop that".
" Boo says too many hits to the head are bad for you, thought Minsc does not know why," a loud accented voice said for somewhere nearby.
" Thank you, Minsc, but I am fine", Seth said, getting up. Blood rushed to his head and he toppled over.
" You must have taken more of those blasts than the rest of us", Keldorn said, as he helped Seth back up.
" Where the blazes are we", Seth growled, suddenly snapping out of his dizziness. He was in a cell with Imoen and Keldorn, with Jaheira and Minsc in anothere cell across the hall.
" The Jellyheads` domain", Minsc roared, " trapped once again in the foul clutches of evil."
" Calm yourself my friend, there are some listening nearby", Jaheira cautioned, soothing Minsc already unbalanced mind.
" Illithids", Imoen said quietly beside him, with not a trace of her once happy carefree voice, " they kill, Seth, I can feel death in this place."
Memories flooded back to him, of the rescue of Imoen in the asylium Spellhold, of the Gyanthi attack on their ship, of the Sahuagin who captured them and of their escape into the Underdark. And of Irenicus. And of the attack in the caves.
" Have the Illithids given any hints of what they want with us," Seth said with gritted teeth, holding his head.
" No, but I think their intentions are clear", Jaheira said cooly. She motioned to the cell next to her, where the remains of a dark elf lay. His face was locked in an expression of pure agony and dark gray clumps were splattered on his chest and face.
" They ate his brains", Keldorn said, disgusted.
The familiar music played in his mind, of murder and carnage. He felt dizzy again and sat down beside Imoen. She watched him for a while, then whispered, "you hear it too, don`t you, the song of murder, of Bhaal, our father."
Seth nodded.
" It is stronger in you, my brother", she whispered hastily.
He turned to her, intrigued.
She fained sleep.
Jaheira paced her cell, restless. Minsc sat on his cot, playing with his hamster.
" How can you play in a time like this," she snapped at him, " we are trapped by a hoard of alien monsters and you act like a child"
Minsc glowered at her, " Minsc does not worry over things, makes his head hurt." He scratched his hamster under its chin " Boo does the thinking for both of us, don`t you." His hamster gave an eager squeak.
" No need to vent your anger on him, Jaheira, we can think of something", Keldorn said calmly, " why would the Illithid leave our armour and weapons. Do they have such a low opinion of humans that they would leave us armed. Unless they have other plans for us." He turned to Seth, " any ideas would be helpful."
Seth gave him an irritated stare. " Oh yes, Im brimming with ideas, because I`ve been captured by subteranean mind eating creatures at least a dozen times..."
" Perhaps your magic," Jaheira put in hopefully.
Seth gave out a sarcastic laught," my magic is as useless as your tree kissing powers against them."
Jaheira recoiled slightly at this nasty comment.
Seth reminded himself of his feeling for this woman, " I am sorry Jaheira, I did not mean what I said. I`m very tired and quick to anger."
" Think nothing of it," she said gruffly and lay on her cot.
Seth swore softly. He was not used to having people so close to him and always seemed to repel them. Growing up with the innate gift of magic, which flowed throught him and out of him easily, he was viewed with distrust by the commoners who lived in Candlekeep and with jealousy by the mages he studied with, who had to work long and hard to to gain the level of expertise in magic that Seth so easily controlled. He was sunned for most of his life, taking care of himself, raising himself. He lived in a small room in the library and found solace in the magical tomes he was surrounded by. He began to study exstensively, almost continually. He became obsessed with reaching his full magical potential, no matter the cost. He became greedy in his quest, only thinking of himself and his own gain. He kept everyone away with his sharp tongue and cynical attitude. Until Gorion came and adopted him. And he met Imoen. Then destiny came in the form of his other half sibling, Sarevok.
Seth was awakened from his memories by a sharp cry down the hall. It wailed on and on until it was abrultly cut off. Imoen gave a soft moan behind him, of fear or pleasure he could not tell. The sorceror stood up and walked to the bars. Down the hall came the ugliest pair of creatures he had ever seen. Skinny bodies drapped in shimmering robes with two frail looking arms with three appendages sticking out that Seth assumed was their fingers. But the worst was their heads. A bloated rubbery octopus head, with tentacle hanging around what was probably its mouth. Two pairs of milky expressionless eyes stared out at him.
" Torm help us all", Keldorn whispered.
The Illithids came close to Imoen, their tentacles brushing her face. Seth wanted to help her, but he found that he could not move. By the way Keldorn growled, Seth knew he too was immobalized.
" Get your slimy tentacles of her, rubber faces", Minsc shouted, " ooooh I swear I will administer some spankings of truth and justice to the both of you." His shouts were ignored by the two Mind flayers, who studied Imoen awhile longer, then turned their attention to Seth. Imoen crumpled to the ground, shaking. He watched helplessly as the pair glided towards him, arms outstretched. He felt it then, an intrusion in his mind, an unseen and unfelt force penetrating deep inside. He pushed it back, the effort excruciating. A part of him told him to give up, let these creatures take over. It was tempting , but Seth was outraged that these creatures had invaded his mind, his personal sanctuary. He pushed with all his will and finally felt the presence slip. One Illithid shivered, a look of confusion on its ugly face. It turned to its companion, who nodded. Togethere they pushed throught, the sheer force completely overwhelming him. He felt darkness overwhelming his senses and he slipped into unconsciousness.
The two Illithids retreated from the creatures mind. They could not believe their luck. They had bought a demi-god, a offspring of a deity, with much dormant powers. He would be far more useful than a gladiator in the fighting pits; This spawn will lead them to power and riches. All they had to do is break throught the mental barrier that held this power inside and they would command a most formidable creature. The pair nodded in pleasure and moved on.
Later...