Battle of Icewind Dale, CH. 2
Sitting in the throne room of Cryshal-Tirith, Akar Kessel watched with amusement, as a band of goblins walked through the mountain pass, close to the tower, trying to find a place to stay through the coming of winter. The wizard, weak willed and mentally insecure, he had the sudden desire to attempt to take over the band, and bring them to him, to serve him. The goblins couldn't explain why, but soon, they found themselves passing through the same small pass that, only a month before, Kessel had walked through to find Crenshinibon. Soon, they saw Cryshal-Tirith, the bastion of the wizard they would come to worship as a god.
Out on the tundra, a few hundred miles away, Mona and Melfice had found, to their puzzlement at first, the drow ranger Drizzt, waiting for them with a pair of coneys spitted and sitting in a merrily crackling fire. "Greetings young adventurers, what brings the two of you to Icewind Dale this late in the year" the smiling ranger asked, gauging their respective responses at finding the drow. Always quicker to recover than her friend, Harmony, known as Mona, answered him as best she could, "Sir, we don't know how we got here, but now, we know where we are". Melfice, feeling a strange kinship with the ranger, sat down slowly, unable to remove his eyes from the ranger's face, which, to human eyes, remained hidden in the cowl of his flowing green cloak. "Excuse me for being too forward sir, but who are you" the young man asked, as his friend sat beside him, watching the new exchange with a strange smile on her face. "Ahh yes, I should introduce myself" Drizzt said, standing slowly and bowing, sweeping the hood from his head as he straightened back up "I am known as Drizzt Do'Urden, a ranger in the service of Gwaerom Windstrom, guardian of Icewind Dale and hero of the Goddess Mieliki". Suddenly surprised to find the legendary hero of his favorite kind of book before him, Melfice barely stuttered through the introductions of the two young ones side. "I am Melfice de' Eladamari, more commonly known as Mel, and this is my friend Harmony Delores" "But call me Mona". Finally, with the introductions through, Melfice, smiling warmly now that he had swallowed his nervous surprise, looked to his hero, a million questions racing through his mind, until finally, his stomach rumbled slightly, drawing another smile from Drizzt. "Both of you may eat, I have already eaten, take these two coneys". Smiling nervously again, Melfice reached forward, grasping the sticks of both, handing one to his friend, sitting cross-legged to keep his long frame from getting too close to the fire. "So now young ones, do you know what brought you here?" "Not at all Sir Drizzt, we just dropped out of some vortex in the sky," Mona answered, eating sparingly at the rabbit in her hands. "Well then tell me, do either of you know of your full heritage?" taking a breath from his hunger, Melfice looked up, his pale blue eyes shining with renewed vigor, "I am not sure, I just know I was found on the steps of my foster parents home one day, with some strange letter pinned to my basket." "My mother died when I was young, but she was said to be very beautiful, and had a strange aura about her" Mona added, her coney almost completely untouched except for a few bites here and there. "Well I guess I should tell you," Drizzt said calmly, though in truth, he was very nervous about what was coming, "Melfice, though you don't seem like one, you and I are of the same race, we are both Drow elves." At this proclamation, Melfice dropped his lunch, half surprised, and half fearful that this would ruin his friendship with Mona. "But, what of me then," the beautiful blond girl asked, "why do both of us feel different from humans, yet different from each other as well?" "That is because, Harmony, that you are not drow, I'm not sure of the full extent, but you have elven blood in you" Drizzt replied, running one hand through his stark white hair subconsciously.
"What are ye sayin elf? That these two children are from another world?" Bruenor, the leader of his clan, grumbled almost constantly, but this news, the news that two young friends from another world had suddenly dropped into Icewind Dale, caused him to nearly bellow out in surprise. "Calm yourself good dwarf, these two are more than they appear, you have heard the rumblings in the earth, coming from the Spine of the World?" "Aye elf, I heard 'em, but not a one of me kin can tell what they mean just yet. "It means, that the time has come for heroes and great deeds again". "Um, excuse me, but by heroes, do you mean me and Mel?" The interruption from Mona, unexpected, softened even the hard heart of the gruff Bruenor. "Indeed young lady, but you will need equipment, and some training, but both of those, we already have here." "Don't tell me ye mean to give these two the Test of the Blades elf," Bruenor queried, looking like the drow had nearly lost his mind. "I do, and they may be the ones."
"WHERE IS THAT WRETCHED MINION" Errtu bellowed, its long maw showing its impatience, as it cracked the many thronged whip into the back of some carrion hounds at the great demons feet, awaiting the news of the Crystal Shard, the powerful dark artifact created at the very dawn of time, the one thing that would make the demon nearly invincible.
Sitting in the throne room of Cryshal-Tirith, Akar Kessel watched with amusement, as a band of goblins walked through the mountain pass, close to the tower, trying to find a place to stay through the coming of winter. The wizard, weak willed and mentally insecure, he had the sudden desire to attempt to take over the band, and bring them to him, to serve him. The goblins couldn't explain why, but soon, they found themselves passing through the same small pass that, only a month before, Kessel had walked through to find Crenshinibon. Soon, they saw Cryshal-Tirith, the bastion of the wizard they would come to worship as a god.
Out on the tundra, a few hundred miles away, Mona and Melfice had found, to their puzzlement at first, the drow ranger Drizzt, waiting for them with a pair of coneys spitted and sitting in a merrily crackling fire. "Greetings young adventurers, what brings the two of you to Icewind Dale this late in the year" the smiling ranger asked, gauging their respective responses at finding the drow. Always quicker to recover than her friend, Harmony, known as Mona, answered him as best she could, "Sir, we don't know how we got here, but now, we know where we are". Melfice, feeling a strange kinship with the ranger, sat down slowly, unable to remove his eyes from the ranger's face, which, to human eyes, remained hidden in the cowl of his flowing green cloak. "Excuse me for being too forward sir, but who are you" the young man asked, as his friend sat beside him, watching the new exchange with a strange smile on her face. "Ahh yes, I should introduce myself" Drizzt said, standing slowly and bowing, sweeping the hood from his head as he straightened back up "I am known as Drizzt Do'Urden, a ranger in the service of Gwaerom Windstrom, guardian of Icewind Dale and hero of the Goddess Mieliki". Suddenly surprised to find the legendary hero of his favorite kind of book before him, Melfice barely stuttered through the introductions of the two young ones side. "I am Melfice de' Eladamari, more commonly known as Mel, and this is my friend Harmony Delores" "But call me Mona". Finally, with the introductions through, Melfice, smiling warmly now that he had swallowed his nervous surprise, looked to his hero, a million questions racing through his mind, until finally, his stomach rumbled slightly, drawing another smile from Drizzt. "Both of you may eat, I have already eaten, take these two coneys". Smiling nervously again, Melfice reached forward, grasping the sticks of both, handing one to his friend, sitting cross-legged to keep his long frame from getting too close to the fire. "So now young ones, do you know what brought you here?" "Not at all Sir Drizzt, we just dropped out of some vortex in the sky," Mona answered, eating sparingly at the rabbit in her hands. "Well then tell me, do either of you know of your full heritage?" taking a breath from his hunger, Melfice looked up, his pale blue eyes shining with renewed vigor, "I am not sure, I just know I was found on the steps of my foster parents home one day, with some strange letter pinned to my basket." "My mother died when I was young, but she was said to be very beautiful, and had a strange aura about her" Mona added, her coney almost completely untouched except for a few bites here and there. "Well I guess I should tell you," Drizzt said calmly, though in truth, he was very nervous about what was coming, "Melfice, though you don't seem like one, you and I are of the same race, we are both Drow elves." At this proclamation, Melfice dropped his lunch, half surprised, and half fearful that this would ruin his friendship with Mona. "But, what of me then," the beautiful blond girl asked, "why do both of us feel different from humans, yet different from each other as well?" "That is because, Harmony, that you are not drow, I'm not sure of the full extent, but you have elven blood in you" Drizzt replied, running one hand through his stark white hair subconsciously.
"What are ye sayin elf? That these two children are from another world?" Bruenor, the leader of his clan, grumbled almost constantly, but this news, the news that two young friends from another world had suddenly dropped into Icewind Dale, caused him to nearly bellow out in surprise. "Calm yourself good dwarf, these two are more than they appear, you have heard the rumblings in the earth, coming from the Spine of the World?" "Aye elf, I heard 'em, but not a one of me kin can tell what they mean just yet. "It means, that the time has come for heroes and great deeds again". "Um, excuse me, but by heroes, do you mean me and Mel?" The interruption from Mona, unexpected, softened even the hard heart of the gruff Bruenor. "Indeed young lady, but you will need equipment, and some training, but both of those, we already have here." "Don't tell me ye mean to give these two the Test of the Blades elf," Bruenor queried, looking like the drow had nearly lost his mind. "I do, and they may be the ones."
"WHERE IS THAT WRETCHED MINION" Errtu bellowed, its long maw showing its impatience, as it cracked the many thronged whip into the back of some carrion hounds at the great demons feet, awaiting the news of the Crystal Shard, the powerful dark artifact created at the very dawn of time, the one thing that would make the demon nearly invincible.