Chapter Four: Lessons of Love
"Mmmhhhnn," a constricted moan of pleasure escaped his lips.
Vollintus knew once more with certainty that he was loved. Something he had come to question, and doubted his worthiness of in light of recent events. The past two years had robbed him of the kind inter-peace that such knowledge can bring; a center that can withstand the fieriest of storms.
The Morning Lord had touched him, and in doing so freed his soul from binding darkness. Yet many burdens remained.. The fallen for which there had never been time to grieve.. The family he never knew he had; many who had died by his own hand.. A life free for the choosing, and the love of his dark maiden. Thoughts drifted through him now, like sands keeping time in a glass.. A familiar bouquet nudged him away from these abstracts.. the scent of lilacs.
"MMmmhhhhnnnn," he sighed again, as her sweet perfume sang to his senses stirring him to consciousness.
Hazily he recognized the warmth of Viconia's exquisite frame embracing him, something he had longed for many a night. They had reached an agreement a few months ago not to seek each others company in this manner until the prophecy had concluded itself. Now he could not imagine a better way to awake. Viconia's breath was shallow, and he knew her to be asleep. Pain called him from her embrace, and to higher level of awareness.
Vollintus swallowed hard, his throat was dry and swollen. His eyes felt as if someone had repeatedly probed them with needles, prodding this way and that. Perhaps in search of the thoughts that lie with the depths of ones skull, in the hidden places. Every muscle in his body ached, and he felt a great hollowness within; a low and drumming thing that threatened from a distance. Yet, in her presence, there was comfort.
With concentrated effort he managed to force his eyelids to open. An unknown source cast a low light from beyond the arch exiting the room. Though it was faint, enough had been provided for him to pick out detail. He knew this place. Certainly it was the cabin in the Umar hills. He could sense the time, dawn was nigh.
Very carefully he shifted his body attempting not to disturb her. As he moved small sounds of protest emerged from Viconia. Not wanting to agitate her further he rolled away swiftly. "Nau," she cried once, as she grabbed to pull him back. Vollintus intercepted her stroke with a pillow; which was excepted as she drifted back to deep slumber. Gingerly he attempted to stand.
"Ssssss," he sucked in hard, and bit down to suppress the pain which threatened to render him unconscious again. "I haven't felt this bad since that time I tried some of Gerhart's turnip beer," he thought with a wry smile.
He found a pair of his pants and a buckskin vest in the near by dresser, and with some difficulty managed put them on. Looking back on Viconia resting he smiled and his spirit rose briefly. How he longed to rejoin her but for now there were more important matters in need of attendance. Barefoot he awkwardly trudged toward the next room.
He rested momentarily against the frame leading into the cabin's common area. As he strained to focus he could see Imoen curled up by the fireplace. Sarevok slept upon the long table, and the others were no where to be seen. Quietly he moved toward the cabin's exit.
The distance seemed so far. It couldn't be more than fifty paces from the bed to the porch, but to Vollintus it might as well have been a ten-mile forced march. Beads of sweat were starting to form upon his brow from the strain. He found a staff leaning against the wall near the door. Gratefully he accepted the aid it had to offer him as he slipped out into the predawn hour..
Vollintus had reached his destination after what seemed like an eternity. A small hill top near the cabin, he knelt down as he faced the east, and began to pray. "Thank you lord for freeing me. Lord please reveal your will to me. I know not what to do now. Long this road has been that led me this place, but I do not understand why. Why I am I here, and where am I to go," pleaded the young paladin. Releasing his thoughts of self he began his daily meditation.
Looking up he smiled as the first rays of dawn struck the vale he was seated above. It was a beautiful sight to him, and his heart soared. Morning dew glistened in the day's early light, and a slow rolling fog snaked between the trees and rocks below. Birds called back and forth as they went about their morning tasks. "It has been too long since I have heard that sound," he thought. Then another sound caught his attention, one he truly cherished.
"Praise Torm, you're up," cried Keldorn with the resonance of joyfulness in his tone! The old knight rushed to Vollintus's side and knelt. The two men locked their forearms together in a tight embrace, and a deep affection was reflected in their eyes. "I spent the night at the inn. When did you come about," Keldorn asked.
"An hour ago, I think. Not that I am unpleased to see you my lord, but what brings you here this morn," the younger man asked.
"Duty, my young friend, duty. I have kept your tenets as my own these past two days as I am sworn to; I remembered your coming to this spot the last time we were here," Keldorn said with a warm smile.
"Tr-truly, my lord," Vollintus asked in astonishment, and with gratitude in his gaze.
"Aye, but I was a little slow in rising today. Indeed, the Morning Lord's kiss is a beautiful thing to behold, however, this tired body does not favor these hours anymore I am afraid," Keldorn said as he looked to the rising sun.
Vollintus then declared, "I am in your debt then," and humbly nodded to Keldorn.
"Nay, my friend, tis my holy charge, but twas also an honor." Keldorn bowed in return, and then helped Vollintus to his feet.
With a tired look Vollintus said, "I hate to waste these precious hours my lord, but I still need some rest."
"Very well then, I shall tell the others of your return," Keldorn said, then paused. "Do you wish me to keep them from the cabin for awhile," he asked.
"Yes, if it is not too much to ask," the cavalier replied.
"Do not worry friend you shall have the time you need, go to her now."
Vollintus finally made it back to the old stone building. His muscles were starting relax, and a great deal of his pain lifted due to his exertions. Quietly he crept back inside to the bedroom, lighting a candle along the way. Once there he pulled the chamber's curtain closed, and placed the candle on the night stand near the bed.
She looked so beautiful to him resting there; he almost did not want to disturb her. Not since that night months ago when they had simply sought rest in each others arms had she looked so peaceful.
With care he snuggled in behind her wrapping an arm around her well toned midsection. Instinctively she grasped his arm pulling his hand upward to her ample bosom. Viconia then shifted herself farther into him. Even in her sleep desire for his closeness was strong.
Vollintus nuzzled at her nape, sketching minute circles with his lips, while tenderly kissing her darkened skin. Soft moans of delight escaped the sleeping drow as she began to twist and curl within his embrace. Unconsciously she adjusted herself to face him before relaxing again, and buried her face in his chest.
Vollintus lowered his head to her scalp, and drank deeply of her scent; an aroma he found most intoxicating. Gently he turned her, lowering his mouth to hers.
"Mmmnnuunnaahh..," her breath became heavy as it mingled with his. Viconia's eyes fluttered open as their lips meet, and brief look of shock flared, and then she intensely met his embrace. After some time their lips parted, and they were both breathless.
Viconia's eyes were aglow with joy as she lightly traced her fingers across his cheek and lips. "When, how long," words began to fail her as tears welled up once again. She could feel a difference in them though, and welcomed them. For these were not tears of sadness, but those of wonder and release. Release from more than two century's worth of hate, darkness, and cruelty.
"Ssshhh..," Vollintus intoned as he pulled her to him, gently caressing her shoulders and kissing the top of her head. They lay there in silence for a time enjoying the presence of each other. Then he spoke softly, "Viconia I have been thinking, and there is something that I have given much consideration to, that I want to.
Sensing his ability to be long winded rising she cut him off. "Vollintus Bhaal, you never cease to amaze me with your ability to fall all over your tongue. Were I a squire, one of your fellow knights, or a battle group you could shout orders, or inspire fear even in the hearts of the demonic with that tongue of yours. And, now you lay, here, with me, and trip about like a blind drunk. Do speak your mind, for I will not disappoint," she said with a knowing smile.
He sighed heavily then began, "I want things to be right between us. I want what is proper, and most importantly I want to be with you. I know you will out live me, that my live is so short compared to yours, and that my request will be selfish."
Viconia cleared her throat, "Ahem," and smiled.
"Sorry," he grinned weakly. "I wish... Will you marry me Viconia? Will you share yourself with me, and except what I have to offer in return for the remainder of my days," he asked with a nervous tone.
"Zu'tour phor lueth tsoss uns'aa wael," she teased while snuggling close to him. After sharing a long embrace they drifted back to sleep in each others arms....
Ethereal winds ripped across the Wastes, and darkness shifted. Anger burned both bright and unholy against the bleak heaven, and thunder roared. "THIS SHOULD NOT HAVE COME TO PASS! I WILL NOT TOLERATE IT! TWICE THE TRAITOR, AND TWICE DAMNED YOU WILL BE." A dark and sultry feminine voice flared. "THY SINS ARE GRIEVIOUS, AND MUST BE CLEANSED!" Whispers and plans respired into sleeping ears of the faithful on Faerûn, "GO AND RAIZE THE CHAFF!"...
"Alright then guv, that'll be two gold, en' yi made mention of some roast venison I believe," the merchant looked to Kivan expectantly.
Sighing, "Reminded me never to fall bleeding in front you. You would likely charge me for bandages, and then offer me a healing draught at twice the cost," the ranger spat at the merchant.
"O' come now guv twas a fair bit o' business we did." Kivan grunted at the merchant, and started to leave the small market in front of the inn when he heard a most dreadful sound.
"Ma' lord! Ma' lord," puffed Minister Lloyd as the heavy set mayor chased after Kivan. Every fiber of Kivan's being wanted to flee but he held his ground.
"What do you want," he barked. Kivan had been trying to avoid him since there arrival. He did not like the man's shifty nature. The mayor had been kind in offering the use of the cabin, but like Kivan knew from prior dealings with him it would come with a price tag on it.
Nervously Minister Lloyd replied, "J-Just a question m-m-ma' lord.
"Well spit it out then. I do not have all day," the ranger snapped as he eyed the mayor with suspicion.
Lloyd swallowed timidly, "I do not w-wish to impose ma lord." Kivan interjected, "But?"
"Sir, I wish to ask... Will you stay? Please forgive me the past ma lord, but we are in need of a proper protector," pleaded the mayor.
Kivan's anger boiled out, "I KNEW YOU WOULD DO THIS," he shouted. "You offer us the cabin, and now come to make claim on your false generosity," he said as his eyes narrowed to slits, and turned to steel. The mayor was pale and shaking now.
"No ma' lord, I swear to you that was not my plan. I know how bad this looks, but please consider it good elf. We are but simple folk, and we truly have a need sir," the mayor begged.
Kiven assessed him for a moment, and in spite of the regrets he felt he might have he reached out and locked his arm with that of the trembling mayor's. "I accept, but I do not promise to stay long. I will give you four seasons, and if it goes well maybe longer."
"Oh! This is most joyous news! I did not expect such a pledge ma' lord! We shall have a feast tonight to celebrate and mark the occasion!" Before Kivan could protest the pudgy man ran off excitedly to start making preparations.
Kiven made his way to the cave to tell Yeslick about his decision. Upon his arrival he found the dwarf helping some orcs with the repair of the gate, and decided he should call from a distance. "Hail dwarf," he called. Hearing the sound of his voice the two orcs that were working with Yeslick dropped their tools and ran for cover.
"Wat ye be want'n elf," the old dwarf chuckled as he watched the orcs run inside.
"Come here. I want to talk about something," Kivan yelled. The two friends sat down and talked for some time about the recovery of Vollintus, and Kiven's choice. Then the old dwarf declared some news of his own.
"I be stayin' too lad," Yeslick said with a warm smile.
"What," asked the ranger incredulously?
"Aye," Yeslick smiled tiredly. "I be taa ol' fer runnin' roun' all da time I is, 'en Maulduf 'en 'is lot ask'd me ta stay, deys a fair band. 'Sides were else I gots ta go. Me clans wreak'd, en I's ain't gots da lugs ta plug da mine again. Dats if som'en from da Gate or Bergost ain't laid'd claim ta it 'ready. Nay lad, I be stayin' put dis time. 'En from da looks o' it, it be a good ting. Put da fear o' da heavens in ta dez poor fellas ye did," the old dwarf cackled while heavily slapping his knee. "Ye be needin' a peace maker fer ye ya will. Dell come roun' soon enou', but till den, bes' ta keep clear."
In a rare display of affection Kiven placed his hand on Yeslick shoulder as he stood, and said "This is good to know. I would have missed your company."
"Ha! Ha," laughed the old dwarf. "I's a misst' ye too lad. Ye best get 'long dough. I's gots work ta finis' en' ye still gots ta fine de ud'ers some 'orses. Ye know da boy will be want'n ta move az soon az E can." Kivan smiled as he watched his friend return to his chores then left in search of mounts.
It was late afternoon as Vollintus and Viconia approached the inn they could see several villagers working hastily. Many tables had been placed in front of the old tavern, and two fire pits had been erected for now roasting meats. Vollintus stopped one of the workers to ask what all the commotion was about. "Excuse me sir, but what takes place here," he asked with a puzzled look?
"We are celebraten' sire, for taday we hav' found a new protector. You're more then welcome ta come sire. There will be foodstuffs and dancing, twill be a right gay time it twill," grinned the man!
"Thank you good sir for the invitation, we shall endeavor to be in attendance then, for it does sound promising," Vollintus said with a slight bow. Then he noticed Kivan heading for the stables with a string of horses in tow.
Placing an arm around Viconia's waist he kissed her then said, "I will meet you inside my fair one, as soon as I talk to Kivan," as he stoked her cheek.
"There is no need to lie to me Vollintus. I know you well enough. You wish to drool over the horse flesh, seeing which is best fit for battle," she laughed.
"Indeed you do," he chortled then followed after Kivan like child about to pick out a new toy.
The first thing he noticed as he entered the stable was the number horses Kiven was leading. "Did you have a hard time finds mounts," he inquired as a worried look crossed his brow.
"I swear Vollintus Bhaal between you and your sister, one of you will be the death of me yet," Kivan beamed after he recovered from the start he had just received. The men then embraced, and gave each other hardy pats on the back. "How are you feeling," asked the ranger?
"Not to bad. I am still a little stiff though, let us have a look then shall we," the young knight said with enthusiasm.
Vollintus started examining the horses, and sighed in disappointedly. "I had hoped for better, their all broke and tired looking," he stated with disapproval while stroking the main of a mare.
"I really do not know what you expected. Farms are the only thing around here, so this is all we were likely to find," replied Kivan.
"I know, I it was wishful thinking on my part," sighed the paladin.
"They look well enough to get us to Atkathla though, or farther north if need be. Had you any difficulty in finding them? We still need another, and a pony for Yeslick," said Vollintus as he moved to scratch the mare's chin, and rub it's snout. Kivan stood silently for a moment as the weight of his decision started to wear on him. He pushed it away as Vollintus looked to him from the affections he had been lavishing upon the horse, "Kivan?"
Kivans mood dropped to his normal brooding tone, "I will explain once we are inside, come I assume the others are waiting for us."
As they entered the tavern Imoen rushed to greet him. "Vol, ya bastard! Ya didna' even wake me up," she giggled as threw herself on him to give a big hug.
"I am sorry..," he started to reply but she cut him off. "Yer darn right your sorry, and don'nay think ya gonna' squirm out of it neither by speech- a-fie-en me," Imoen exclaimed as she kissed his cheek.
"It is good to see you too sister," he said with a smile, and lifted her off the floor into a bear hug. Imoen then led him to the table where the others sat. Sarevok nodded to him with a slight smile as he approached, but Vollintus could see the war that still raged behind his brother's eyes. In spite of this he was happy to see Sarevok had stayed. After several minutes of hugging, slapping, and greetings everyone settled as it was time to discuss plans.
"Well, where do we stand," Vollintus asked as he looked to Robillard.
"As you know, I took the liberty of inventorying our holds while went on your little vacation, and my findings have revealed that we are all disgustingly rich," the mage said with a proud smile. Over the next few minutes he passed out parchments detailing everyone's share distributed fairly. "There is a question over these tears your body produced what shall be done with them," asked the mage?
"I would rather not discuss them now. Too much darkness has surrounded us for so long. Let instead turn our minds to better things," said the knight.
"Are we all in agreement then," Vollintus asked? Nods of concurrence and words of acceptance were expressed by all. Then he stood and surveyed the people that his heart held closest, and in a hushed tone he began to speak.
"I am both relived and saddened to see this moment come," he said. "Long have we traveled together, over foul treacherous roads, and through the blackest of nights. We have faced the abyss together, and did not yield. We have held back armies, fighting as guerrillas where need be, and taking them head on when we had no other choice."
As he looked round the table at his friends who were mesmerized by his words, his breath became heavy, and for the first since their journey began they saw tears start to form in his eyes. Blinking them away he continued, "I could not have asked for more genuine company."
He looked directly to Sarevok, "Neither would I have accepted ten others in place of anyone of you."
The young cavalier began to tremble, but pressed on in his speech. "Our time has past my friends, and some of us are to find lives for ourselves now. Others to return to the families they had to leave behind over this great undertaking."
"Know this as I look upon you, I see my family...For there no one amongst you that I would not trade the life you have given me for. Through you sweat, blood, tears, and self-sacrifice I stand before you here. I...," he could feel that dark hole being to open in his chest again, and it was consuming him.
His words began to fade for Vollintus could hold back the pain no longer. "Excuse me," he said as he turned, and headed for the door to the stable. Viconia stood quickly, and started to go after him when she felt firm yet gentle hand grasp her arm. With cold anger flashing across her face she wheeled about to see who had stopped her.
"Easy lass, I nay be lookin' fer troubel," the old dwarf said kindly.
"Why do you block my path harglukkin," she challenged with ice in her voice, and eyes narrowing dangerously.
"Da lad be needen' time ta grieve E does. E ain't neer 'ad da chance a'fore, 'en if ya don'na let 'im E's gonna' be da worse fer it." Keldorn supported the dwarf by giving her an affirming nod and offering her a chair. Viconia then abandoned stance and sat with the others waiting...
Vollintus slammed the door to an empty stall then picked up a shovel and began to beat the floor with it until the metal blade shattered against the stone surface. Horses cried out in fright.
"Rrrraaaaggghhhhh," he screamed with tears cascading down his face. The young knight backed into a frontal wall that separated two of the stalls; slowly he sank to the floor as he gripped his head. Memories assailed him as images of the fallen flashed through his mind.
Jaheira and Khalid came first.
The struggle to leave the madman's dungeon had been fierce, and when the heavily wounded group opened a door near the surface she had fallen. Without warning a wraith had attacked. The grief stricken Jaheira had charged fearless forward to combat the creature trying to protect everyone, but it was too much for her. Draining her of life to the point where she was little more than a husk. After the survivors had managed to defeat the abomination they had carried her body to that of her dead husband. Leaving them lay on that cruel table together, for there was nothing else they could do. These images were followed by those of Aerie; a pretty and young elf that he barely had known.
She had been taken during an ambush.
The group was below the 'Copper Cornet' in Atkathla in search of an outfit of salvers that was reportedly located there to bring them to reckoning. As the party moved through the slime infested sewers, a group of ogres attacked from their right. Everyone had turned to face the oncoming threat. When they heard the first shots being fired into their flank, it was too late for the wave of arrows had shattered her innocent body. Vollintus had been the one to hold her in the last moments, and could clearly remember the light fading from her eyes.
Next sands started to shift in his mind.
The slaughter in the oasis still haunted his dreams. Men and women standing for country driven by ignorance and fear, their only desire to protect their homes and loved ones. Many was the child made fatherless by his hand that day, and their blood stung him.
And, at last came memories of family.
Gorion, the man who he had known as father for so many years, and the siblings he had been forced to fight against. His heart and mind lashed him one last time. The images were too many, and too strong. They overpowered Vollintus reducing him to heap on the straw covered floor, grasping at dirt. He lay there sobbing for several minutes before he attempted to recover himself.
Slowly he stood and dried his face with his hands. He knew what he had just experienced to be a good thing, however, that did not change how numb he felt inside. Hollowly he made his way back to the common room where the others awaited him. He staggered toward them looking disheveled, and collapsed into the first available chair he could find. Viconia came to him and sat on his lap. She wrapped her arms around him in a loving embrace as she rested her head upon his shoulder whilst rocking back and forth.
Yeslick approached him. "Ow' ye be doin' lad? Is ye feel'en ne' better," the dwarf asked while brushing some straw from Vollintus's hair.
"I-I-I c-could see them," he stammered eyes staring blankly ahead. "A-all of them," he then related as much of the experience as he could as his face twisted into a painful and horrified mask before falling silent again.
"Aye, tis a good thing though young man, you shall heal, given time," Keldorn told him with that tone that had always inspired Vollintus.
At the sound of Keldorn's voice Vollintus shook himself from the daze. "Well, I suppose we should continue then," he said while attempting to regain his composure. "My lord, I know you wish to return to Atkathla, and with your permission I should like to accompany you there."
"Of course! Nothing would please me more. Shall we leave in the morning then," Keldorn asked with a hint of hope in his voice?
"Just as fast as those broken old nags can carry us, I do so hope I purchase a really steed whilst there," grinned the young knight.
"What of the rest you, does anyone have any plans," Vollintus asked as sadness crept back into his voice?
"Aye," said Kivan. Imoen's attention level rose at his simple statement.
"I am sure you have all seen that mess outside. That is because of me. The mayor approached me this afternoon and asked if I would act as protector, I deiced to accept." No one seemed to notice, but Imoen looked heart broken when Kivan spoke of staying.
"En' I be stayin' 'ere taa. I's taa ole' ta be runnin' wil't trou' da cunt'ryside I am. Maldufs gonna' let me sit up kip in da cave der."
"What of you Im? What do you want to do with your new found freedom," he asked smiling to her.
"Mmmm...I don'no , I would stay with ya for while I guess, if ya let me," she said sheepishly as she looked to the floor. "I would like ta go back to the keep one of these days though."
Vollintus smiled warmly at his sister, "Of course Im."
"That would put me next in line to spout on about hopes and dreams I believe," Robillard said with his usual snide overtone.
"Do ya always have ta be such a jackass," Imoen shot at him!
"Hrmp! I refuse to dignify that remark with an answer," he said while sticking his nose up at her.
"Ya just did tard," Imoen jibbed as she stuck out her tongue.
"Yes, anyway," he sniffed.
"I believe I shall take to study for a time. Perhaps visiting some of the great libraries of the East, I can certainly afford the trip now."
Vollintus looked to his brother. Sarevok had been skulking the entire time they had been there. Vollintus's eyes meet with Sarevok's and he knew the big man desired no such public display. "Well, shall we join the festivities then," the young man queried to the group?
"Na-uh! Not till ya tell us what yer plans are," Imoen cried and threatened to tickle him if he did not.
"OK! Ok," he laughed as he hugged Viconia. "Viconia and I have talked much this day, and we wish to settle in Baldur's gate."
"Settle? Whatcha' mean settle? First ya don't wake me up, and now! Now! This! Oohh! I'm gonna' get ya so bad mister," Imoen rattled excitedly!
A slow dawning passed through the group followed by congratulatory expressions and friendly teasing. Sarevok shook brother's hand quietly, and Vollintus could see the pain in his eyes. He opened to his mouth to question the big warrior, but Sarevok turned away heading for the door to the festivities outside. "It would seem your brother has the right idea," laughed Keldorn still aglow from the news of their engagement.
"Aye, mayhap he does my lord.. mayhap he does..," replied Vollintus, his voice trailing to a whisper, for he knew the truth.; If he did not confront his brother, and soon it would not bode well for anything around him.
The evening was warm as a gentle breeze carried the resonance of music. Other forms of gaiety were everywhere, people danced, children played, old friends mingled, and laughter filled the air throughout the hamlet. Farmers and their families had come in from the surrounding area boosting the numbers in attendance to nearly a hundred. The companions joined the jollity, and relaxed for what seemed to be the first time in ages.
Yeslick and Kiven sat on a bench near the dancing circle, drinking. The old dwarf had been helping himself to the various ales and liquors available, and was well at easy.
"Watss da matfer fer ye ladd? Ye'ss den't sem taa 'appy rit now. All dis murryments 'bout ye, 'en 'till ye goots a face dat co'uld scare da spoots off a b'oob'cat," the old dwarf slurred while grinning to the elf.
"All this is unnecessary I do not warrant this kind of attention," Kivan said in a disgusted tone.
"Nay, ye yoong fool! Tis a good ting it tis! Dez folks be nedin reason ta cerabate dey dos. So wipe dat damned louk oaf ye facez afor I do'd it for ye! En' open ye eyes ye litle pisser. Alwys stompin' ta en' fro bellyyackin, en' louk ot der en' tell'd me wat ye seez," Yeslick said as he put a hand on Kivan shoulder, and drunkenly tipped about.
"I see a bunch of people wasting time and supplies. Both could be put to far better use," the ranger responded flatly.
Yeslick was quickly losing his patience with Kivan, and grabbed him by the hair adjusting him as he pointed to cluster of dancers in front of them whist he swayed. Knowing the dwarf as well as he did Kivan knew he had better answer him.
"I am unsure of what you are trying to show me friend," he said somberly.
"Louk der! RIT, DER," Yeslick barked at the elf as he readjusted Kivan's head and pointed steadily this time! The dwarf was not just pointing to the people in front of them Kivan realized. He was pointing at Imoen. She twirled about dancing, laughing and grinning, with a smile that made the brightness of the sun seem pale in comparison.
"Ye gots ta be blin' ye doos! Da lassy be moonin' o'er ye all da times. EN' YE BET'ER LOUKS ARD' YE GIT," the drunken dwarf shouted!
Ye sould 'ave seen'd da louk on 'er face wen ye sayed ye weer stayin!" Yeslick paused momentarily to finish off his ale.
Tis a f'ar one s'e be, al'da'ways pissin en' tryen ta runs 'er oof ye ar'! YE BE A FOOL ILLPH! Gots a 'art o' gold ta s'e doos, en' w sould s'e wastes its on ye iz pas' me knowedn', BA!" After Yeslick finished reprimanding Kivan he staggered off in search of another drink, the elf then spent much of the night watching her.
Viconia and Vollintus had strolled away from the gathering in search of some privacy. They walked quietly for a time enjoying each others company. After distancing themselves from everyone he lay down in the grass, and looked to the darkened sky, staring at stars lost in thought. Viconia lay across his chest lightly tracing the features of his face.
"Something vexes you might one," Viconia observed. "You have that far away look in your eye, one that I have always found quite disturbing. Do tell, what plagues you? What haunts the mind of the great Vollintus Bhaal, 'Terror of the Sword Coast'," she teased in a haughty air then cuddled atop him.
Wrapping his arms around her and kissing her hair he sighed deeply, "It is Sarevok. Something is eating at him I can tell... And, I fear the consequences of what that might be."
"Your brother has been very quiet the last few days, only speaking when addressed, and keeping to himself... However, I will not allow you to brood this night away. No. You shall hold me, and we will dream dreams of what lay ahead of us," she said with hint of command combined in teasing.
"As you command mistress," He teased back accompanied by a short chuckle. "I will speak to him in the morning then." The two lay in each others embrace, talking, kissing, and forging plans for the future.
Cespenar huddled under the cabin's bed shaking.
"Nos, Nos," he whispered, the little imp was terrified.
Something moved about the cabin in the darkness. Something that was cold, unseen, and unforgiving.
************************************************************************ Author's note: Zu'tour phor lueth tsoss uns'aa wael = shut up and kiss me fool::: Nau= no
Author's note: Kind of a long chapter, I know, sorry about that. However, I not could figure out away to shorten it. If I do, I will repost later of course, though I doubt it.
Question from Author: I am giving serious consideration to changing the title of my story. The titles I have come up with are these: 'the Tears of Vollintus' or 'Vollintus's Tears' If anyone would care to cast a vote, it would be apprectiated.
"Mmmhhhnn," a constricted moan of pleasure escaped his lips.
Vollintus knew once more with certainty that he was loved. Something he had come to question, and doubted his worthiness of in light of recent events. The past two years had robbed him of the kind inter-peace that such knowledge can bring; a center that can withstand the fieriest of storms.
The Morning Lord had touched him, and in doing so freed his soul from binding darkness. Yet many burdens remained.. The fallen for which there had never been time to grieve.. The family he never knew he had; many who had died by his own hand.. A life free for the choosing, and the love of his dark maiden. Thoughts drifted through him now, like sands keeping time in a glass.. A familiar bouquet nudged him away from these abstracts.. the scent of lilacs.
"MMmmhhhhnnnn," he sighed again, as her sweet perfume sang to his senses stirring him to consciousness.
Hazily he recognized the warmth of Viconia's exquisite frame embracing him, something he had longed for many a night. They had reached an agreement a few months ago not to seek each others company in this manner until the prophecy had concluded itself. Now he could not imagine a better way to awake. Viconia's breath was shallow, and he knew her to be asleep. Pain called him from her embrace, and to higher level of awareness.
Vollintus swallowed hard, his throat was dry and swollen. His eyes felt as if someone had repeatedly probed them with needles, prodding this way and that. Perhaps in search of the thoughts that lie with the depths of ones skull, in the hidden places. Every muscle in his body ached, and he felt a great hollowness within; a low and drumming thing that threatened from a distance. Yet, in her presence, there was comfort.
With concentrated effort he managed to force his eyelids to open. An unknown source cast a low light from beyond the arch exiting the room. Though it was faint, enough had been provided for him to pick out detail. He knew this place. Certainly it was the cabin in the Umar hills. He could sense the time, dawn was nigh.
Very carefully he shifted his body attempting not to disturb her. As he moved small sounds of protest emerged from Viconia. Not wanting to agitate her further he rolled away swiftly. "Nau," she cried once, as she grabbed to pull him back. Vollintus intercepted her stroke with a pillow; which was excepted as she drifted back to deep slumber. Gingerly he attempted to stand.
"Ssssss," he sucked in hard, and bit down to suppress the pain which threatened to render him unconscious again. "I haven't felt this bad since that time I tried some of Gerhart's turnip beer," he thought with a wry smile.
He found a pair of his pants and a buckskin vest in the near by dresser, and with some difficulty managed put them on. Looking back on Viconia resting he smiled and his spirit rose briefly. How he longed to rejoin her but for now there were more important matters in need of attendance. Barefoot he awkwardly trudged toward the next room.
He rested momentarily against the frame leading into the cabin's common area. As he strained to focus he could see Imoen curled up by the fireplace. Sarevok slept upon the long table, and the others were no where to be seen. Quietly he moved toward the cabin's exit.
The distance seemed so far. It couldn't be more than fifty paces from the bed to the porch, but to Vollintus it might as well have been a ten-mile forced march. Beads of sweat were starting to form upon his brow from the strain. He found a staff leaning against the wall near the door. Gratefully he accepted the aid it had to offer him as he slipped out into the predawn hour..
Vollintus had reached his destination after what seemed like an eternity. A small hill top near the cabin, he knelt down as he faced the east, and began to pray. "Thank you lord for freeing me. Lord please reveal your will to me. I know not what to do now. Long this road has been that led me this place, but I do not understand why. Why I am I here, and where am I to go," pleaded the young paladin. Releasing his thoughts of self he began his daily meditation.
Looking up he smiled as the first rays of dawn struck the vale he was seated above. It was a beautiful sight to him, and his heart soared. Morning dew glistened in the day's early light, and a slow rolling fog snaked between the trees and rocks below. Birds called back and forth as they went about their morning tasks. "It has been too long since I have heard that sound," he thought. Then another sound caught his attention, one he truly cherished.
"Praise Torm, you're up," cried Keldorn with the resonance of joyfulness in his tone! The old knight rushed to Vollintus's side and knelt. The two men locked their forearms together in a tight embrace, and a deep affection was reflected in their eyes. "I spent the night at the inn. When did you come about," Keldorn asked.
"An hour ago, I think. Not that I am unpleased to see you my lord, but what brings you here this morn," the younger man asked.
"Duty, my young friend, duty. I have kept your tenets as my own these past two days as I am sworn to; I remembered your coming to this spot the last time we were here," Keldorn said with a warm smile.
"Tr-truly, my lord," Vollintus asked in astonishment, and with gratitude in his gaze.
"Aye, but I was a little slow in rising today. Indeed, the Morning Lord's kiss is a beautiful thing to behold, however, this tired body does not favor these hours anymore I am afraid," Keldorn said as he looked to the rising sun.
Vollintus then declared, "I am in your debt then," and humbly nodded to Keldorn.
"Nay, my friend, tis my holy charge, but twas also an honor." Keldorn bowed in return, and then helped Vollintus to his feet.
With a tired look Vollintus said, "I hate to waste these precious hours my lord, but I still need some rest."
"Very well then, I shall tell the others of your return," Keldorn said, then paused. "Do you wish me to keep them from the cabin for awhile," he asked.
"Yes, if it is not too much to ask," the cavalier replied.
"Do not worry friend you shall have the time you need, go to her now."
Vollintus finally made it back to the old stone building. His muscles were starting relax, and a great deal of his pain lifted due to his exertions. Quietly he crept back inside to the bedroom, lighting a candle along the way. Once there he pulled the chamber's curtain closed, and placed the candle on the night stand near the bed.
She looked so beautiful to him resting there; he almost did not want to disturb her. Not since that night months ago when they had simply sought rest in each others arms had she looked so peaceful.
With care he snuggled in behind her wrapping an arm around her well toned midsection. Instinctively she grasped his arm pulling his hand upward to her ample bosom. Viconia then shifted herself farther into him. Even in her sleep desire for his closeness was strong.
Vollintus nuzzled at her nape, sketching minute circles with his lips, while tenderly kissing her darkened skin. Soft moans of delight escaped the sleeping drow as she began to twist and curl within his embrace. Unconsciously she adjusted herself to face him before relaxing again, and buried her face in his chest.
Vollintus lowered his head to her scalp, and drank deeply of her scent; an aroma he found most intoxicating. Gently he turned her, lowering his mouth to hers.
"Mmmnnuunnaahh..," her breath became heavy as it mingled with his. Viconia's eyes fluttered open as their lips meet, and brief look of shock flared, and then she intensely met his embrace. After some time their lips parted, and they were both breathless.
Viconia's eyes were aglow with joy as she lightly traced her fingers across his cheek and lips. "When, how long," words began to fail her as tears welled up once again. She could feel a difference in them though, and welcomed them. For these were not tears of sadness, but those of wonder and release. Release from more than two century's worth of hate, darkness, and cruelty.
"Ssshhh..," Vollintus intoned as he pulled her to him, gently caressing her shoulders and kissing the top of her head. They lay there in silence for a time enjoying the presence of each other. Then he spoke softly, "Viconia I have been thinking, and there is something that I have given much consideration to, that I want to.
Sensing his ability to be long winded rising she cut him off. "Vollintus Bhaal, you never cease to amaze me with your ability to fall all over your tongue. Were I a squire, one of your fellow knights, or a battle group you could shout orders, or inspire fear even in the hearts of the demonic with that tongue of yours. And, now you lay, here, with me, and trip about like a blind drunk. Do speak your mind, for I will not disappoint," she said with a knowing smile.
He sighed heavily then began, "I want things to be right between us. I want what is proper, and most importantly I want to be with you. I know you will out live me, that my live is so short compared to yours, and that my request will be selfish."
Viconia cleared her throat, "Ahem," and smiled.
"Sorry," he grinned weakly. "I wish... Will you marry me Viconia? Will you share yourself with me, and except what I have to offer in return for the remainder of my days," he asked with a nervous tone.
"Zu'tour phor lueth tsoss uns'aa wael," she teased while snuggling close to him. After sharing a long embrace they drifted back to sleep in each others arms....
Ethereal winds ripped across the Wastes, and darkness shifted. Anger burned both bright and unholy against the bleak heaven, and thunder roared. "THIS SHOULD NOT HAVE COME TO PASS! I WILL NOT TOLERATE IT! TWICE THE TRAITOR, AND TWICE DAMNED YOU WILL BE." A dark and sultry feminine voice flared. "THY SINS ARE GRIEVIOUS, AND MUST BE CLEANSED!" Whispers and plans respired into sleeping ears of the faithful on Faerûn, "GO AND RAIZE THE CHAFF!"...
"Alright then guv, that'll be two gold, en' yi made mention of some roast venison I believe," the merchant looked to Kivan expectantly.
Sighing, "Reminded me never to fall bleeding in front you. You would likely charge me for bandages, and then offer me a healing draught at twice the cost," the ranger spat at the merchant.
"O' come now guv twas a fair bit o' business we did." Kivan grunted at the merchant, and started to leave the small market in front of the inn when he heard a most dreadful sound.
"Ma' lord! Ma' lord," puffed Minister Lloyd as the heavy set mayor chased after Kivan. Every fiber of Kivan's being wanted to flee but he held his ground.
"What do you want," he barked. Kivan had been trying to avoid him since there arrival. He did not like the man's shifty nature. The mayor had been kind in offering the use of the cabin, but like Kivan knew from prior dealings with him it would come with a price tag on it.
Nervously Minister Lloyd replied, "J-Just a question m-m-ma' lord.
"Well spit it out then. I do not have all day," the ranger snapped as he eyed the mayor with suspicion.
Lloyd swallowed timidly, "I do not w-wish to impose ma lord." Kivan interjected, "But?"
"Sir, I wish to ask... Will you stay? Please forgive me the past ma lord, but we are in need of a proper protector," pleaded the mayor.
Kivan's anger boiled out, "I KNEW YOU WOULD DO THIS," he shouted. "You offer us the cabin, and now come to make claim on your false generosity," he said as his eyes narrowed to slits, and turned to steel. The mayor was pale and shaking now.
"No ma' lord, I swear to you that was not my plan. I know how bad this looks, but please consider it good elf. We are but simple folk, and we truly have a need sir," the mayor begged.
Kiven assessed him for a moment, and in spite of the regrets he felt he might have he reached out and locked his arm with that of the trembling mayor's. "I accept, but I do not promise to stay long. I will give you four seasons, and if it goes well maybe longer."
"Oh! This is most joyous news! I did not expect such a pledge ma' lord! We shall have a feast tonight to celebrate and mark the occasion!" Before Kivan could protest the pudgy man ran off excitedly to start making preparations.
Kiven made his way to the cave to tell Yeslick about his decision. Upon his arrival he found the dwarf helping some orcs with the repair of the gate, and decided he should call from a distance. "Hail dwarf," he called. Hearing the sound of his voice the two orcs that were working with Yeslick dropped their tools and ran for cover.
"Wat ye be want'n elf," the old dwarf chuckled as he watched the orcs run inside.
"Come here. I want to talk about something," Kivan yelled. The two friends sat down and talked for some time about the recovery of Vollintus, and Kiven's choice. Then the old dwarf declared some news of his own.
"I be stayin' too lad," Yeslick said with a warm smile.
"What," asked the ranger incredulously?
"Aye," Yeslick smiled tiredly. "I be taa ol' fer runnin' roun' all da time I is, 'en Maulduf 'en 'is lot ask'd me ta stay, deys a fair band. 'Sides were else I gots ta go. Me clans wreak'd, en I's ain't gots da lugs ta plug da mine again. Dats if som'en from da Gate or Bergost ain't laid'd claim ta it 'ready. Nay lad, I be stayin' put dis time. 'En from da looks o' it, it be a good ting. Put da fear o' da heavens in ta dez poor fellas ye did," the old dwarf cackled while heavily slapping his knee. "Ye be needin' a peace maker fer ye ya will. Dell come roun' soon enou', but till den, bes' ta keep clear."
In a rare display of affection Kiven placed his hand on Yeslick shoulder as he stood, and said "This is good to know. I would have missed your company."
"Ha! Ha," laughed the old dwarf. "I's a misst' ye too lad. Ye best get 'long dough. I's gots work ta finis' en' ye still gots ta fine de ud'ers some 'orses. Ye know da boy will be want'n ta move az soon az E can." Kivan smiled as he watched his friend return to his chores then left in search of mounts.
It was late afternoon as Vollintus and Viconia approached the inn they could see several villagers working hastily. Many tables had been placed in front of the old tavern, and two fire pits had been erected for now roasting meats. Vollintus stopped one of the workers to ask what all the commotion was about. "Excuse me sir, but what takes place here," he asked with a puzzled look?
"We are celebraten' sire, for taday we hav' found a new protector. You're more then welcome ta come sire. There will be foodstuffs and dancing, twill be a right gay time it twill," grinned the man!
"Thank you good sir for the invitation, we shall endeavor to be in attendance then, for it does sound promising," Vollintus said with a slight bow. Then he noticed Kivan heading for the stables with a string of horses in tow.
Placing an arm around Viconia's waist he kissed her then said, "I will meet you inside my fair one, as soon as I talk to Kivan," as he stoked her cheek.
"There is no need to lie to me Vollintus. I know you well enough. You wish to drool over the horse flesh, seeing which is best fit for battle," she laughed.
"Indeed you do," he chortled then followed after Kivan like child about to pick out a new toy.
The first thing he noticed as he entered the stable was the number horses Kiven was leading. "Did you have a hard time finds mounts," he inquired as a worried look crossed his brow.
"I swear Vollintus Bhaal between you and your sister, one of you will be the death of me yet," Kivan beamed after he recovered from the start he had just received. The men then embraced, and gave each other hardy pats on the back. "How are you feeling," asked the ranger?
"Not to bad. I am still a little stiff though, let us have a look then shall we," the young knight said with enthusiasm.
Vollintus started examining the horses, and sighed in disappointedly. "I had hoped for better, their all broke and tired looking," he stated with disapproval while stroking the main of a mare.
"I really do not know what you expected. Farms are the only thing around here, so this is all we were likely to find," replied Kivan.
"I know, I it was wishful thinking on my part," sighed the paladin.
"They look well enough to get us to Atkathla though, or farther north if need be. Had you any difficulty in finding them? We still need another, and a pony for Yeslick," said Vollintus as he moved to scratch the mare's chin, and rub it's snout. Kivan stood silently for a moment as the weight of his decision started to wear on him. He pushed it away as Vollintus looked to him from the affections he had been lavishing upon the horse, "Kivan?"
Kivans mood dropped to his normal brooding tone, "I will explain once we are inside, come I assume the others are waiting for us."
As they entered the tavern Imoen rushed to greet him. "Vol, ya bastard! Ya didna' even wake me up," she giggled as threw herself on him to give a big hug.
"I am sorry..," he started to reply but she cut him off. "Yer darn right your sorry, and don'nay think ya gonna' squirm out of it neither by speech- a-fie-en me," Imoen exclaimed as she kissed his cheek.
"It is good to see you too sister," he said with a smile, and lifted her off the floor into a bear hug. Imoen then led him to the table where the others sat. Sarevok nodded to him with a slight smile as he approached, but Vollintus could see the war that still raged behind his brother's eyes. In spite of this he was happy to see Sarevok had stayed. After several minutes of hugging, slapping, and greetings everyone settled as it was time to discuss plans.
"Well, where do we stand," Vollintus asked as he looked to Robillard.
"As you know, I took the liberty of inventorying our holds while went on your little vacation, and my findings have revealed that we are all disgustingly rich," the mage said with a proud smile. Over the next few minutes he passed out parchments detailing everyone's share distributed fairly. "There is a question over these tears your body produced what shall be done with them," asked the mage?
"I would rather not discuss them now. Too much darkness has surrounded us for so long. Let instead turn our minds to better things," said the knight.
"Are we all in agreement then," Vollintus asked? Nods of concurrence and words of acceptance were expressed by all. Then he stood and surveyed the people that his heart held closest, and in a hushed tone he began to speak.
"I am both relived and saddened to see this moment come," he said. "Long have we traveled together, over foul treacherous roads, and through the blackest of nights. We have faced the abyss together, and did not yield. We have held back armies, fighting as guerrillas where need be, and taking them head on when we had no other choice."
As he looked round the table at his friends who were mesmerized by his words, his breath became heavy, and for the first since their journey began they saw tears start to form in his eyes. Blinking them away he continued, "I could not have asked for more genuine company."
He looked directly to Sarevok, "Neither would I have accepted ten others in place of anyone of you."
The young cavalier began to tremble, but pressed on in his speech. "Our time has past my friends, and some of us are to find lives for ourselves now. Others to return to the families they had to leave behind over this great undertaking."
"Know this as I look upon you, I see my family...For there no one amongst you that I would not trade the life you have given me for. Through you sweat, blood, tears, and self-sacrifice I stand before you here. I...," he could feel that dark hole being to open in his chest again, and it was consuming him.
His words began to fade for Vollintus could hold back the pain no longer. "Excuse me," he said as he turned, and headed for the door to the stable. Viconia stood quickly, and started to go after him when she felt firm yet gentle hand grasp her arm. With cold anger flashing across her face she wheeled about to see who had stopped her.
"Easy lass, I nay be lookin' fer troubel," the old dwarf said kindly.
"Why do you block my path harglukkin," she challenged with ice in her voice, and eyes narrowing dangerously.
"Da lad be needen' time ta grieve E does. E ain't neer 'ad da chance a'fore, 'en if ya don'na let 'im E's gonna' be da worse fer it." Keldorn supported the dwarf by giving her an affirming nod and offering her a chair. Viconia then abandoned stance and sat with the others waiting...
Vollintus slammed the door to an empty stall then picked up a shovel and began to beat the floor with it until the metal blade shattered against the stone surface. Horses cried out in fright.
"Rrrraaaaggghhhhh," he screamed with tears cascading down his face. The young knight backed into a frontal wall that separated two of the stalls; slowly he sank to the floor as he gripped his head. Memories assailed him as images of the fallen flashed through his mind.
Jaheira and Khalid came first.
The struggle to leave the madman's dungeon had been fierce, and when the heavily wounded group opened a door near the surface she had fallen. Without warning a wraith had attacked. The grief stricken Jaheira had charged fearless forward to combat the creature trying to protect everyone, but it was too much for her. Draining her of life to the point where she was little more than a husk. After the survivors had managed to defeat the abomination they had carried her body to that of her dead husband. Leaving them lay on that cruel table together, for there was nothing else they could do. These images were followed by those of Aerie; a pretty and young elf that he barely had known.
She had been taken during an ambush.
The group was below the 'Copper Cornet' in Atkathla in search of an outfit of salvers that was reportedly located there to bring them to reckoning. As the party moved through the slime infested sewers, a group of ogres attacked from their right. Everyone had turned to face the oncoming threat. When they heard the first shots being fired into their flank, it was too late for the wave of arrows had shattered her innocent body. Vollintus had been the one to hold her in the last moments, and could clearly remember the light fading from her eyes.
Next sands started to shift in his mind.
The slaughter in the oasis still haunted his dreams. Men and women standing for country driven by ignorance and fear, their only desire to protect their homes and loved ones. Many was the child made fatherless by his hand that day, and their blood stung him.
And, at last came memories of family.
Gorion, the man who he had known as father for so many years, and the siblings he had been forced to fight against. His heart and mind lashed him one last time. The images were too many, and too strong. They overpowered Vollintus reducing him to heap on the straw covered floor, grasping at dirt. He lay there sobbing for several minutes before he attempted to recover himself.
Slowly he stood and dried his face with his hands. He knew what he had just experienced to be a good thing, however, that did not change how numb he felt inside. Hollowly he made his way back to the common room where the others awaited him. He staggered toward them looking disheveled, and collapsed into the first available chair he could find. Viconia came to him and sat on his lap. She wrapped her arms around him in a loving embrace as she rested her head upon his shoulder whilst rocking back and forth.
Yeslick approached him. "Ow' ye be doin' lad? Is ye feel'en ne' better," the dwarf asked while brushing some straw from Vollintus's hair.
"I-I-I c-could see them," he stammered eyes staring blankly ahead. "A-all of them," he then related as much of the experience as he could as his face twisted into a painful and horrified mask before falling silent again.
"Aye, tis a good thing though young man, you shall heal, given time," Keldorn told him with that tone that had always inspired Vollintus.
At the sound of Keldorn's voice Vollintus shook himself from the daze. "Well, I suppose we should continue then," he said while attempting to regain his composure. "My lord, I know you wish to return to Atkathla, and with your permission I should like to accompany you there."
"Of course! Nothing would please me more. Shall we leave in the morning then," Keldorn asked with a hint of hope in his voice?
"Just as fast as those broken old nags can carry us, I do so hope I purchase a really steed whilst there," grinned the young knight.
"What of the rest you, does anyone have any plans," Vollintus asked as sadness crept back into his voice?
"Aye," said Kivan. Imoen's attention level rose at his simple statement.
"I am sure you have all seen that mess outside. That is because of me. The mayor approached me this afternoon and asked if I would act as protector, I deiced to accept." No one seemed to notice, but Imoen looked heart broken when Kivan spoke of staying.
"En' I be stayin' 'ere taa. I's taa ole' ta be runnin' wil't trou' da cunt'ryside I am. Maldufs gonna' let me sit up kip in da cave der."
"What of you Im? What do you want to do with your new found freedom," he asked smiling to her.
"Mmmm...I don'no , I would stay with ya for while I guess, if ya let me," she said sheepishly as she looked to the floor. "I would like ta go back to the keep one of these days though."
Vollintus smiled warmly at his sister, "Of course Im."
"That would put me next in line to spout on about hopes and dreams I believe," Robillard said with his usual snide overtone.
"Do ya always have ta be such a jackass," Imoen shot at him!
"Hrmp! I refuse to dignify that remark with an answer," he said while sticking his nose up at her.
"Ya just did tard," Imoen jibbed as she stuck out her tongue.
"Yes, anyway," he sniffed.
"I believe I shall take to study for a time. Perhaps visiting some of the great libraries of the East, I can certainly afford the trip now."
Vollintus looked to his brother. Sarevok had been skulking the entire time they had been there. Vollintus's eyes meet with Sarevok's and he knew the big man desired no such public display. "Well, shall we join the festivities then," the young man queried to the group?
"Na-uh! Not till ya tell us what yer plans are," Imoen cried and threatened to tickle him if he did not.
"OK! Ok," he laughed as he hugged Viconia. "Viconia and I have talked much this day, and we wish to settle in Baldur's gate."
"Settle? Whatcha' mean settle? First ya don't wake me up, and now! Now! This! Oohh! I'm gonna' get ya so bad mister," Imoen rattled excitedly!
A slow dawning passed through the group followed by congratulatory expressions and friendly teasing. Sarevok shook brother's hand quietly, and Vollintus could see the pain in his eyes. He opened to his mouth to question the big warrior, but Sarevok turned away heading for the door to the festivities outside. "It would seem your brother has the right idea," laughed Keldorn still aglow from the news of their engagement.
"Aye, mayhap he does my lord.. mayhap he does..," replied Vollintus, his voice trailing to a whisper, for he knew the truth.; If he did not confront his brother, and soon it would not bode well for anything around him.
The evening was warm as a gentle breeze carried the resonance of music. Other forms of gaiety were everywhere, people danced, children played, old friends mingled, and laughter filled the air throughout the hamlet. Farmers and their families had come in from the surrounding area boosting the numbers in attendance to nearly a hundred. The companions joined the jollity, and relaxed for what seemed to be the first time in ages.
Yeslick and Kiven sat on a bench near the dancing circle, drinking. The old dwarf had been helping himself to the various ales and liquors available, and was well at easy.
"Watss da matfer fer ye ladd? Ye'ss den't sem taa 'appy rit now. All dis murryments 'bout ye, 'en 'till ye goots a face dat co'uld scare da spoots off a b'oob'cat," the old dwarf slurred while grinning to the elf.
"All this is unnecessary I do not warrant this kind of attention," Kivan said in a disgusted tone.
"Nay, ye yoong fool! Tis a good ting it tis! Dez folks be nedin reason ta cerabate dey dos. So wipe dat damned louk oaf ye facez afor I do'd it for ye! En' open ye eyes ye litle pisser. Alwys stompin' ta en' fro bellyyackin, en' louk ot der en' tell'd me wat ye seez," Yeslick said as he put a hand on Kivan shoulder, and drunkenly tipped about.
"I see a bunch of people wasting time and supplies. Both could be put to far better use," the ranger responded flatly.
Yeslick was quickly losing his patience with Kivan, and grabbed him by the hair adjusting him as he pointed to cluster of dancers in front of them whist he swayed. Knowing the dwarf as well as he did Kivan knew he had better answer him.
"I am unsure of what you are trying to show me friend," he said somberly.
"Louk der! RIT, DER," Yeslick barked at the elf as he readjusted Kivan's head and pointed steadily this time! The dwarf was not just pointing to the people in front of them Kivan realized. He was pointing at Imoen. She twirled about dancing, laughing and grinning, with a smile that made the brightness of the sun seem pale in comparison.
"Ye gots ta be blin' ye doos! Da lassy be moonin' o'er ye all da times. EN' YE BET'ER LOUKS ARD' YE GIT," the drunken dwarf shouted!
Ye sould 'ave seen'd da louk on 'er face wen ye sayed ye weer stayin!" Yeslick paused momentarily to finish off his ale.
Tis a f'ar one s'e be, al'da'ways pissin en' tryen ta runs 'er oof ye ar'! YE BE A FOOL ILLPH! Gots a 'art o' gold ta s'e doos, en' w sould s'e wastes its on ye iz pas' me knowedn', BA!" After Yeslick finished reprimanding Kivan he staggered off in search of another drink, the elf then spent much of the night watching her.
Viconia and Vollintus had strolled away from the gathering in search of some privacy. They walked quietly for a time enjoying each others company. After distancing themselves from everyone he lay down in the grass, and looked to the darkened sky, staring at stars lost in thought. Viconia lay across his chest lightly tracing the features of his face.
"Something vexes you might one," Viconia observed. "You have that far away look in your eye, one that I have always found quite disturbing. Do tell, what plagues you? What haunts the mind of the great Vollintus Bhaal, 'Terror of the Sword Coast'," she teased in a haughty air then cuddled atop him.
Wrapping his arms around her and kissing her hair he sighed deeply, "It is Sarevok. Something is eating at him I can tell... And, I fear the consequences of what that might be."
"Your brother has been very quiet the last few days, only speaking when addressed, and keeping to himself... However, I will not allow you to brood this night away. No. You shall hold me, and we will dream dreams of what lay ahead of us," she said with hint of command combined in teasing.
"As you command mistress," He teased back accompanied by a short chuckle. "I will speak to him in the morning then." The two lay in each others embrace, talking, kissing, and forging plans for the future.
Cespenar huddled under the cabin's bed shaking.
"Nos, Nos," he whispered, the little imp was terrified.
Something moved about the cabin in the darkness. Something that was cold, unseen, and unforgiving.
************************************************************************ Author's note: Zu'tour phor lueth tsoss uns'aa wael = shut up and kiss me fool::: Nau= no
Author's note: Kind of a long chapter, I know, sorry about that. However, I not could figure out away to shorten it. If I do, I will repost later of course, though I doubt it.
Question from Author: I am giving serious consideration to changing the title of my story. The titles I have come up with are these: 'the Tears of Vollintus' or 'Vollintus's Tears' If anyone would care to cast a vote, it would be apprectiated.