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Jaheira hadn't spoken, she hadn't even sighed, in fact… I was beginning to doubt that she had even breathed since she had seen Khalid lying dead on the table.
"Jaheir…" I ventured.
"Quiet…. Child."
"Okay."
"You do not understand," she whispered and there was silence once more.
Minsc began to whistle tunelessly.
"Please desist, ranger."
He stopped.
We'd been through a lot together, but not anything as bad as this. No siree. I almost expected Jaheira to ask me to stop thinking because it was too loud for her. Even her fighting was different, the elven woman who had been cloned in one room was met with almost "half-hearted" blows when she attacked us; and Jaheira had barely tried when it came to bashing in the vampires and assassins throughout the dungeon.
"I think… we are near the exit." Shona grinned sheepishly, Jaheira remaining unmoved.
"It looks lighter up here."
So we turned a corner and entered a small room that was full of chests and barrels and various chairs. It was insignificant; apart from the fact that one half of it was a glass cell.
"Get me out of this hell-hole." I heard a man's voice, an old man's voice.
"Who are you?" I whispered, "Where are you?"
"I'm in this glass cage!" And we swivelled to look in his direction. He just looked like a regular man, peasant clothes and all.
Shona was wise, "Why are you a prisoner?" she asked and gave him a harsh glare.
"I… I don't know, I think I'm here for experiments." He quavered, it could have been his fear but he seemed unsure.
"I don't think we should help." Jaheira suddenly hissed, "I'm sure he's a…"
"Doppleganger? What's a doppleganger ma'am?" A small boy replaced the man.
Sigh
"But ma'am! I'm not a thingy, honestly… just lemme out of 'ere!"
"Yeah right!"
"But he's only a boy." Minsc pointed out.
"But you're only mad…." I explained.
The ranger stared at his feet.
"…sometimes."
"I demand to be let owt, I am a noble-man of mowst high regahd."
"M-hmm?"
I turned to leave…
"Wait! I'm famous, listen… I'm Drizzt O'Durden! I kill gnolls, look at me!"
His cries followed us down the corridors until we reached some stairs.
"They go up." Jaheira sighed.
"I thought that was a good thing."
We ascended the steep steps until the daylight hit our eyes.
"Wow, it's bright out here and…"
"The prisoners have escaped I see," Irenicus stood in the midst of a scene of destruction, staring at us with cold hate, "How did you? Why am I interrupted at every turn?"
"Because of this!" Shona raised her hands to cast magic missile and the evil mage was barely affected.
"How dare you!" He sounded like a teacher who had just been covered head to toe in purple paint by an unruly pupil, "How dare you?!?"
"Erm…"
We were interrupted by several figures who teleported themselves in, "This is an illegal use of magic, all involved will be held." A grey-cloaked mage fumbled in his pocket and brought out a piece of parchment, "You have the right to remain silent, any spells you do say will…"
"ARGHHH!" Irenicus sent him and his companions flying through the air sending them to land in Neverwinter. Well actually, they landed in Easthaven* and Old Ned has never touched wine again since.
"There are many of us." Another mage appeared, "Even if we fall our numbers are many."
"Fine. But you will take Shona too."
"I didn't do anything!"
"You have been involved in illegal use of magics."
"Noooooooooo!"
"Goodbye!" Minsc waved enthusiastically.
"That was too short!" Fudgie complained.
"No it wasn't, people will review it and say it's great."
"Not as great as Elfur."
"What are you talking about?"
"Err… Next Episode: The Circe de Flea"
"Hm…"
*Easthaven: One of the ten towns of Icewind Dale.
Jaheira hadn't spoken, she hadn't even sighed, in fact… I was beginning to doubt that she had even breathed since she had seen Khalid lying dead on the table.
"Jaheir…" I ventured.
"Quiet…. Child."
"Okay."
"You do not understand," she whispered and there was silence once more.
Minsc began to whistle tunelessly.
"Please desist, ranger."
He stopped.
We'd been through a lot together, but not anything as bad as this. No siree. I almost expected Jaheira to ask me to stop thinking because it was too loud for her. Even her fighting was different, the elven woman who had been cloned in one room was met with almost "half-hearted" blows when she attacked us; and Jaheira had barely tried when it came to bashing in the vampires and assassins throughout the dungeon.
"I think… we are near the exit." Shona grinned sheepishly, Jaheira remaining unmoved.
"It looks lighter up here."
So we turned a corner and entered a small room that was full of chests and barrels and various chairs. It was insignificant; apart from the fact that one half of it was a glass cell.
"Get me out of this hell-hole." I heard a man's voice, an old man's voice.
"Who are you?" I whispered, "Where are you?"
"I'm in this glass cage!" And we swivelled to look in his direction. He just looked like a regular man, peasant clothes and all.
Shona was wise, "Why are you a prisoner?" she asked and gave him a harsh glare.
"I… I don't know, I think I'm here for experiments." He quavered, it could have been his fear but he seemed unsure.
"I don't think we should help." Jaheira suddenly hissed, "I'm sure he's a…"
"Doppleganger? What's a doppleganger ma'am?" A small boy replaced the man.
Sigh
"But ma'am! I'm not a thingy, honestly… just lemme out of 'ere!"
"Yeah right!"
"But he's only a boy." Minsc pointed out.
"But you're only mad…." I explained.
The ranger stared at his feet.
"…sometimes."
"I demand to be let owt, I am a noble-man of mowst high regahd."
"M-hmm?"
I turned to leave…
"Wait! I'm famous, listen… I'm Drizzt O'Durden! I kill gnolls, look at me!"
His cries followed us down the corridors until we reached some stairs.
"They go up." Jaheira sighed.
"I thought that was a good thing."
We ascended the steep steps until the daylight hit our eyes.
"Wow, it's bright out here and…"
"The prisoners have escaped I see," Irenicus stood in the midst of a scene of destruction, staring at us with cold hate, "How did you? Why am I interrupted at every turn?"
"Because of this!" Shona raised her hands to cast magic missile and the evil mage was barely affected.
"How dare you!" He sounded like a teacher who had just been covered head to toe in purple paint by an unruly pupil, "How dare you?!?"
"Erm…"
We were interrupted by several figures who teleported themselves in, "This is an illegal use of magic, all involved will be held." A grey-cloaked mage fumbled in his pocket and brought out a piece of parchment, "You have the right to remain silent, any spells you do say will…"
"ARGHHH!" Irenicus sent him and his companions flying through the air sending them to land in Neverwinter. Well actually, they landed in Easthaven* and Old Ned has never touched wine again since.
"There are many of us." Another mage appeared, "Even if we fall our numbers are many."
"Fine. But you will take Shona too."
"I didn't do anything!"
"You have been involved in illegal use of magics."
"Noooooooooo!"
"Goodbye!" Minsc waved enthusiastically.
"That was too short!" Fudgie complained.
"No it wasn't, people will review it and say it's great."
"Not as great as Elfur."
"What are you talking about?"
"Err… Next Episode: The Circe de Flea"
"Hm…"
*Easthaven: One of the ten towns of Icewind Dale.