I give you a story of love.

Of passion.

Of truth.

Every horrible facet of life combined into one to create another multi-faceted gem, which in turn consumes sparkling light: this cannot be more than endured.

Dark lips and dark skin accompanied her multi-faceted smile, so full of despise for this world in which we lived in, in which we could not hide. Not even for an instant.

Time grows short through death

And in doing so kills all you have loved.

And so I bring you my tale, bringing this multi-faceted gem into being, making it something worth dying for.

How ironic.

A Commoner's Tale

I never quite understood Kyri's way of thinking.

But, going on the fact she was a psionicist, I doubt many did.

My name is Kzrin, and I don't have a last name, but I doubt many would ask.

I'm considered a pathetic, useless male in the city called Menzoberranzan.

So there I sat, looking out my window, not caring whether or not some assassin came through the doors and flung a dagger at my back. Once less burden to the world anyway. I tapped my fingernails against the stone and watched a matron mother's procession; a male had stepped on a spider and the show was becoming more interesting than the usual humdrum way in which this society lives. Humdrum for me at least, with the days drawling on like a bad speech on Lolth. Why did I keep secretly wishing that damned new guild would shut down? It wasn't hindering my own business, but was there any real need for-

"Oh Lolth, someone's getting their brains beaten out. I missed all the fun," a nonchalant and strangely monotone voice stated behind me. I should've known it wasn't that damn bed.

"I care, yes, of course I do. That's why I'm here, having a wild party while you blow people's brains out. I feel so left out. Can't you see those tears in my eyes?" I responded in the same pitch. Kyri was more than an annoyance: she was a leech. One of those leeches you can't get off your skin no matter how hard you pull.

You're better off cutting off the appendage it's attached to.

Kyri was a female: higher in the social pyramid, more or less she could treat me like shit, if she truly wanted to. Yet Kyri did not hold the haughty appearance one might think of a priestess: hot headed, vicious, uncontrollably temperamental, and fanatical about Lolth. The psionicist that stood behind me was more than that: she was frail in appearance, usually reserved unless around acquaintances, and her eyes were still like that of a child's, round luminous red orbs didn't seem fit for anyone else. Except her.

"Why Kzrin, I never knew you to cry." Her wicked grin seared through me as a turned. "But please, don't disappoint me; it's not very polite you know."

And it's not very polite intruding into someone's mind, Kyri.

Shove it up your ass, commoner.

What should I shove up my ass, praytell?

The two of us smiled and burst out laughing.

"So," Kyri said, although reluctantly, after our laughter had faded.

I cocked a brow. "So…?"

The psionicist sighed and threw her hands into the air. "I don't even think I can hold a conversation with my own kind anymore! Am I some kind of freak?!"

A paused for a moment and thought very long and hard, a good five seconds.

"Yes."

Kyri groaned and plopped onto my bed, her usually bright eyes dark and thoughtful. Unfortunately I knew, this time, her behavior was not an act.

"I'm been thinki-"

"That's an advancement."

"Shut up. I've been thinking about leaving this hell-city Kzrin." She looked at me and I shrugged. It wasn't anything new. "For good." I pursed my lips and let out a whistle. Now it was becoming worthy enough to at least listen to, maybe not think about, but listen to.

"And this is affecting me how…?" I drawled, not looking the least bit interested. Unfortunately, I knew, Kyri was smarter than to placate me by walking away. I could tell by her devious smile and dancing eyes this was not going to be my day.

"You're coming with me."

Chapter 1

Gems

a/n Hello! I feel evil today. Oh yeah, and I got Forensics: Speech and Debate for club. Yay! Also, my performance for drama is in two weeks! Just shut me up before I go into a monologue or something….

It was one of those days you needed to bang your head against the wall- multiple times.

Permanent headache time.

"Excuse me?" came my voice, which seemed unusually high (even though some claimed I sounded like a female, more so than other males) as I stared wide-eyed, probably looking idiotic, at Kyri.

"Yes. You, me, and maybe Chil"

"Oh Lolth no…"

"Oh Lolth yes."

Chilrin was someone I planned never to meet again; Kyri's cousin (well, they called themselves cousin, who couldn't see the slightest resemblance no matter how hard I tried, even if it meant levitating upside down and crossing my eyes. Kyri was not extremely beautiful; she was short, a little too thin, and didn't have any real curve to her body. Chil was tall, much more muscular, and was probably more beautiful than any high priestess I had slept with.

Lolth he makes me feel like a kobold-

Kzrin?

Yes?

You're beginning to frighten me. Put down that dagger and stop staring at my chest.

I sighed, maybe secretly hoping that she had somehow missed the last factor, but somehow psionicists never seemed to miss anything; maybe it had something to do with they could read practically anyone's mind.

"Blingdenstone? Ched Nasad?" I asked hopefully as I looked up towards her face. Her scowl told me to quit the caustic implements. "The Surface?" I queried without the enthusiasm of the first two. Kyri simply smiled. I started to ease my hand casually towards my dagger. Maybe I could at least start to throw before Kyri ripped me limb by limb….

"No shit," she slumped and lay back on the bed and smiled at me.

I understood perfectly.

***

"Not the one to talk, is he?" I heard Chil whisper to Kyri. The psionicist simply rolled her eyes and continued her, erm….merry way through the fairly crowded streets of the Narbondellyn district. I had to admit I always admired the place, even though I was forced to accompany a drow I considered an annoyance and a psionicist that I had formed a beneficial relationship with, even though it had proven to probably be my demise. Damn it all! The Surface! What fool was I to fraternize with someone who I couldn't even begin to comprehend! There were twists in turns in Kyri's mind that would take milleniums to pick apart. And that was only based on the fact you could catch up her cunning.

And yes, I was sulking, perturbed and irate from the fact Kyri had even proposed the idea of bringing her damned "relative" along. She probably thinks I'm not docile enough, she needs a pet. I sighed. Please just have him along as fodder, I will be plagued with stupidity.

Kyri turned around and glared at me. I simply smirked, and with a rude gesture she spun back around and began chatting with Chil. We were going to a damned party. I hate parties. I don't socialize unless absolutely necessary. I had a high position in a guild until Kyri ended up taking control of nearly everything. Vith. Vith, vith, vith.

This is going to be an educational experience, Kyri hissed into my mind.

Just like my time at Arach-Tinilith? I don't ever recall sleeping in my own bed. Why did she always have to intrude? Do I look like spider's web for freaks?

Calm down, Kzrin. That damned voice inside of my head. Vith dos.

In the meantime, we had arrived at the mansion where the damned party was being held.

Why me?

***

Okay, I cut short. I need ideas for what should happen at the party. Yes, I have good background knowledge on what happens, my friend has the RPG books that describe parties, I just need specifics. And yes, I used vith excessively. Aluve!