Quest for Life
BY:Shinto of Lave


Chapter 2

"What...what happened?" Dinan mumbled as he slowly came too.

"You were conked on the head with a pot by a maid! I thought elves were graceful and
could never be conked with a simple pot." Tasslehorn gibbered from a corner of the
room.

Dinan's eyesight became fuzzy and he could make out the design of steel bars all
around him and a fuzzy shape. It finally came back fully and he could see Tasslehorn
fettered to the wall with 2-inch thick chains.

Dinan tried to move his hand but found it shackled to a stone wall that even a golem
couldn't break through with all its might.

"Good to see the elf is awake. I can't wait for dawn to come, then you'll get what
you deserve!" a guard chuckled then dangled Dinan's sword into the cage," Do you want
this? So that you can kill me!"

A party of two sentries that was just passing the cell, burst up laughing. They fell
to the floor in fits of hefty laughter.

"You wouldn't laugh if I was free. You'd be dead!" Dinan snarled like a lion.

The guards' laughter stopped dead as Dinan's statement. Dinan allowed a little smile
at this.

"You're dead!" the guard laughed as he left.

"Why did you tell them where I was?" Tasslehorn hollered at Dinan once the guards were
gone.

"I thought I could kill them, so the info would be of no use. I didn't know about the
maid." Dinan plainly stated, dropping his head against his chest.

There was no reply from the halfling.

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"Bring out the Drow and Halfling! They will pay for their deeds with their miserable
lives!" the crowd of High Class people roared from their private stands, to be away
from the Commoners.

Dinan and Tas were yanked out of their cell and drug through the city behind a guard
on horseback. Along the way, Commoners, hired by the High Classmen, threw rotten tomatoes,
cabbage, and some threw rocks.

By the time the two got to the city square they were covered in rotten food and each had
at least 3 cuts from rocks.

"Do you have anything to say before you're killed?" the black hooded executioner grinned
as he raised his broad sword.

"Death to all selfish imbeciles!" Dinan roared as the shining blade came thundering down.

The blade struck Dinan full force on the back of his neck but bit into no flesh. The blade
clattered out of the mighty hands of the executioner, who fell to his knees at the
overwhelming sight.

Standing next to Dinan, was Mystra, Goddess of Magic and Helm, Lord of Protection.

"No one shall harm these two, for they are in the protection of two gods. They are destined
to serve us and have yet to serve their purpose." Mystra calmly stated, though her voice was
that of a thunderclap.

"We did not mean upset you, Lady Mystra. We knew not that you protected them. Please forgive
our mistake." Deniran, King of the city graveled from his throne.

"We forgive you of your mistake. We will not punish you for what you did not know." Helm
answered as Mystra undid the ropes around Dinan and Tasslehorn.

"Now, we leave with our people and hope that your majestic city thrive once more." Mystra
proclaimed as the four lifted into the air and floated away to the south.