Chapter 3: Lies into truth's
Alright guys, I thought I would leave some suspense in the last chapter to
keep you reading hahahaha. So here it is!
Using a secret door, Zourn tapped three certain stones and the wall moved back silently, just big enough for him to move through. Jumping through, Zourn fell halfway to the 30-foot drop, but put on a levitation spell so it would make him float the rest of the way down. Landing softly on a trap door on the side of House Ea'plh, he opened it and slipped through, and landed outside next to the courtyard. He watched the trap door close with its spring-loaded chain; if it was magic clerics could mark it out and infiltrate the house with ease. He had plenty of time before the meeting, but he liked it when he put the fight on his grounds and his favor. Zourn rushed to the adamantite fence, and moved a single bar, it bent with no resistance, it was designed to bend incase House Ea'plh was attacked; the nobles could go through this part without being seen. Only if the attacking house could defeat House Ea'plh Zourn thought to himself. He slid through without any trouble and set the bar back in place, he noticed that the guard duty had been increased slightly. "Looks like this could be a very important meeting." Thought Zourn.
Turning back to the matter at hand, Zourn wasted no time plotted out his coarse along one of the many ledges, looking over the North-side of Menzoberranzan. From these ledges he could make out House Lavin. Zourn scaled his way up another ledge for a better vantage point, as he made the climb over the ledge he noticed a small band leaving House Lavin, mostly of Bugbears, but Zourn could make-out one drow figure among them. "A distraction or an excuse" Zourn said to himself. The band made it's way southeast towards one of the gorges. "Looks like an excuse" Zourn muttered to himself. Zourn shrugged off any suspicions that he might have had, House Lavin was no threat to him or his house, but he would follow this lone drow. It was never smart to be alone in Menzoberranzan, if fact to be anywhere else with drow reputation. The lone drow figure split from the small band like Zourn anticipated, it moved to the South wall of Menzoberranzan, and made its way to the Isle of Rothe. Zourn, up on the high ledges, also on the South-side followed him from a distance keeping a close watch of his movements. "Venr?" Zourn questioned, "what would that fool be doing out here alone?" This was becoming quite interesting to Zourn now.
"Heh, looks like my Bugbear distraction worked quite well." Venr laughed to himself. He continued to move alone the South wall until he came to the Isle of Rothe. Then cut across the backside of it for cover to make his way towards Donigarten.
"Hm . . . . I know Matron Zeath, is foolish enough to send Venr out alone." Zourn thought. At that moment, his armor pulsed. Zourn, dropped to a crouch, "Where are you?" A few ledges up Alveren Lavin, watched Zourn's sudden defensive movement. "How could he know I am here?" Alveren thought to himself. Not known to him, Zourn's armor had a detection spell.
Zourn still looking around noticed a small and faint heat trail, above him. "Damn! I've been followed!" Screamed silently Zourn to himself. Zourn made his way up a few ledges, to find this new foe, and indeed he did find a foe! As Zourn came over the ledge, he saw Alveren leaning against a wall casually. "I see you found me finally," replied Alveren coolly. Zourn grinned, "Do you think you could had from me that easily?" Alveren looked at him with a puzzled expression, "Why would a try? I wouldn't want to waste my time." Zourn, now angry, "Be gone fool you have no business here!" Alveren replied, "Of course I do, I have to watch my little brother. Oh, but where is your brother? That's right you killed him didn't you?" Alveren laughed in his face, "Isn't that sad?" "You will have no brother or a life when this is over!" Screamed Zourn.
Pulling out his scimitars, Zourn said, "Ready yourself for a fight you cannot win!" Alveren, also determined, pulled out a long sword in one hand and a dirk in the other. "You can't match me fool Ea'plh!" With a burst of rage Zourn charged in blindly, with a double-thrust low, Alveren easily sidestepped out of the way, putting Zourn at a great disadvantage, or so he thought. Alveren went in for a quick kill, but didn't notice that Zourn had kept his right sword arm lower than his own right arm, Zourn seeing the opportunity at hand, snapped his scimitar up, scoring a wicked hit on the bottom of Alveren's forearm. Alveren quickly retracted his bloodied arm in pain, "Damn you!" Alveren screamed. He dropped the long sword, and pulled out a dagger, now holding a dirk and dagger, Alveren stalked in. Zourn given himself space in between and the walk, feinted at Alveren. Alveren smacked his scimitar slash away easily. "Come foolish Alveren, you should have left with your life and pride intact!" Zourn replied with words and not a sword. Alveren, in a fury unsurpassed by anything Zourn had ever seen, charged at him. Zourn smacked the dagger out wide and pinned the dirk against the wall. Then Zourn retracted his left sword arm, and cut off three fingers off Alveren's dirk hand. Alveren screamed in agony, dropping his dirk and dagger, the pain too much for him.
Zourn seeing he had already won, let Alveren step back a few steps. "So . . . ." Alveren calmly said, "You have won, and opponent I could not defeat." Alveren stepped into a low bow, almost falling over from the blood loss. Zourn couldn't help but feel a bit of sadness towards Alveren; after all they were friends at the Academy many years ago. "It doesn't have to end like this Alveren." Zourn replied. Alveren couldn't hide his shock at all. "You could fake your death and be a rouge, you could work for me. Plenty of drow do this to aid one another." Zourn exclaimed. "Do you think Lolth would look upon this with distaste?" Alveren almost cried out. "Pff, Lolth loves intrigue, I think you and I could make a nice little drama for her." Zourn laughed to himself more than to Alveren. "Then let it be done!" Alveren said with all the energy he could muster. "I must see to this meeting, I will leave you some salves and a healing potion, heal yourself and be quick! This meeting between Baenre and your old house won't last long!" Zourn said, while pulling out the salves and healing potion. Zourn, now full of confidence, not thinking at all of his encounter with Alveren, had a job to finish, also now knowing that no one else was following him. Zourn, rushed to Donigarten to get there before the meeting started.
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Venr nervously shifted from foot to foot, waiting for the Baenre contact to arrive. In truth Venr, did want to get there first to map out a possible escape route. Then again if he failed his mother again . . . . . a shudder went down his spine. He didn't want to think what would happen this time. Failure wasn't a option. Off to the side, concealed in shadows, the Baenre contact watched Venr with little interest. "Why would the Matron Mother want this fool dead?" thought the contact. He stepped out of the shadows into view of Venr, and said, "Venr Lavin, second boy of House Lavin." Venr stepped back a bit surprised he hadn't noticed him earlier. "How do you fair? Now that you are Elder boy of House Lavin?" Venr, very confused now replied, "What do you mean Elder boy?" Haven't you heard? Alveren has been slain in a fight." The contact remarked. Venr, greatly at a disadvantage and still very confused said "Alveren is House Lavin's Weapon Master no Drow could defeat him!" The contact seeing Venr's unconformable posture, "Do you think House Baenre would lie?" Venr, realizing that he was now in a position of power, and a new found pride. He was the Weapons Master of House Lavin! "Common solider of Baenre, let it be known that I am more skilled than my brother in the ways of sword and mind!" The contact seeing that his work was done, said "I congratulate your promotion." Bowing low, "Although it would seem that now you have to prove your worth to Matron Zeath . . . ." He left it at that and then disappeared into the shadows. Venr not caring at all for the contact leaving, didn't even notice that the contact had left without even giving him the correct information or password. "I am the Weapons Master! All of House Lavin will respect me now!" Venr exclaimed with much excitement. He rushed off not thinking to secure the area, or checking to see if anyone had followed.
Off in the shadows Zourn has saw the whole meeting, he knew better than Venr, that the contact was a fake. Zourn scanned around the area for a few seconds before noticing a small heat trace. He walked over to it, blood. Zourn knew that this had been a ploy. A thought came across his head. What is Alveren, was to lose and they knew that Zourn would offer friendship? The idea sent a shiver down his spine. Zourn didn't like being double crossed. Then again, he could use all of this to an advantage. "Where lies become truth as if they were never false." Zourn laughed to himself and left to head back to Alveren, with a new purpose for his "friend".
Alright guys, I thought I would leave some suspense in the last chapter to
keep you reading hahahaha. So here it is!
Using a secret door, Zourn tapped three certain stones and the wall moved back silently, just big enough for him to move through. Jumping through, Zourn fell halfway to the 30-foot drop, but put on a levitation spell so it would make him float the rest of the way down. Landing softly on a trap door on the side of House Ea'plh, he opened it and slipped through, and landed outside next to the courtyard. He watched the trap door close with its spring-loaded chain; if it was magic clerics could mark it out and infiltrate the house with ease. He had plenty of time before the meeting, but he liked it when he put the fight on his grounds and his favor. Zourn rushed to the adamantite fence, and moved a single bar, it bent with no resistance, it was designed to bend incase House Ea'plh was attacked; the nobles could go through this part without being seen. Only if the attacking house could defeat House Ea'plh Zourn thought to himself. He slid through without any trouble and set the bar back in place, he noticed that the guard duty had been increased slightly. "Looks like this could be a very important meeting." Thought Zourn.
Turning back to the matter at hand, Zourn wasted no time plotted out his coarse along one of the many ledges, looking over the North-side of Menzoberranzan. From these ledges he could make out House Lavin. Zourn scaled his way up another ledge for a better vantage point, as he made the climb over the ledge he noticed a small band leaving House Lavin, mostly of Bugbears, but Zourn could make-out one drow figure among them. "A distraction or an excuse" Zourn said to himself. The band made it's way southeast towards one of the gorges. "Looks like an excuse" Zourn muttered to himself. Zourn shrugged off any suspicions that he might have had, House Lavin was no threat to him or his house, but he would follow this lone drow. It was never smart to be alone in Menzoberranzan, if fact to be anywhere else with drow reputation. The lone drow figure split from the small band like Zourn anticipated, it moved to the South wall of Menzoberranzan, and made its way to the Isle of Rothe. Zourn, up on the high ledges, also on the South-side followed him from a distance keeping a close watch of his movements. "Venr?" Zourn questioned, "what would that fool be doing out here alone?" This was becoming quite interesting to Zourn now.
"Heh, looks like my Bugbear distraction worked quite well." Venr laughed to himself. He continued to move alone the South wall until he came to the Isle of Rothe. Then cut across the backside of it for cover to make his way towards Donigarten.
"Hm . . . . I know Matron Zeath, is foolish enough to send Venr out alone." Zourn thought. At that moment, his armor pulsed. Zourn, dropped to a crouch, "Where are you?" A few ledges up Alveren Lavin, watched Zourn's sudden defensive movement. "How could he know I am here?" Alveren thought to himself. Not known to him, Zourn's armor had a detection spell.
Zourn still looking around noticed a small and faint heat trail, above him. "Damn! I've been followed!" Screamed silently Zourn to himself. Zourn made his way up a few ledges, to find this new foe, and indeed he did find a foe! As Zourn came over the ledge, he saw Alveren leaning against a wall casually. "I see you found me finally," replied Alveren coolly. Zourn grinned, "Do you think you could had from me that easily?" Alveren looked at him with a puzzled expression, "Why would a try? I wouldn't want to waste my time." Zourn, now angry, "Be gone fool you have no business here!" Alveren replied, "Of course I do, I have to watch my little brother. Oh, but where is your brother? That's right you killed him didn't you?" Alveren laughed in his face, "Isn't that sad?" "You will have no brother or a life when this is over!" Screamed Zourn.
Pulling out his scimitars, Zourn said, "Ready yourself for a fight you cannot win!" Alveren, also determined, pulled out a long sword in one hand and a dirk in the other. "You can't match me fool Ea'plh!" With a burst of rage Zourn charged in blindly, with a double-thrust low, Alveren easily sidestepped out of the way, putting Zourn at a great disadvantage, or so he thought. Alveren went in for a quick kill, but didn't notice that Zourn had kept his right sword arm lower than his own right arm, Zourn seeing the opportunity at hand, snapped his scimitar up, scoring a wicked hit on the bottom of Alveren's forearm. Alveren quickly retracted his bloodied arm in pain, "Damn you!" Alveren screamed. He dropped the long sword, and pulled out a dagger, now holding a dirk and dagger, Alveren stalked in. Zourn given himself space in between and the walk, feinted at Alveren. Alveren smacked his scimitar slash away easily. "Come foolish Alveren, you should have left with your life and pride intact!" Zourn replied with words and not a sword. Alveren, in a fury unsurpassed by anything Zourn had ever seen, charged at him. Zourn smacked the dagger out wide and pinned the dirk against the wall. Then Zourn retracted his left sword arm, and cut off three fingers off Alveren's dirk hand. Alveren screamed in agony, dropping his dirk and dagger, the pain too much for him.
Zourn seeing he had already won, let Alveren step back a few steps. "So . . . ." Alveren calmly said, "You have won, and opponent I could not defeat." Alveren stepped into a low bow, almost falling over from the blood loss. Zourn couldn't help but feel a bit of sadness towards Alveren; after all they were friends at the Academy many years ago. "It doesn't have to end like this Alveren." Zourn replied. Alveren couldn't hide his shock at all. "You could fake your death and be a rouge, you could work for me. Plenty of drow do this to aid one another." Zourn exclaimed. "Do you think Lolth would look upon this with distaste?" Alveren almost cried out. "Pff, Lolth loves intrigue, I think you and I could make a nice little drama for her." Zourn laughed to himself more than to Alveren. "Then let it be done!" Alveren said with all the energy he could muster. "I must see to this meeting, I will leave you some salves and a healing potion, heal yourself and be quick! This meeting between Baenre and your old house won't last long!" Zourn said, while pulling out the salves and healing potion. Zourn, now full of confidence, not thinking at all of his encounter with Alveren, had a job to finish, also now knowing that no one else was following him. Zourn, rushed to Donigarten to get there before the meeting started.
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Venr nervously shifted from foot to foot, waiting for the Baenre contact to arrive. In truth Venr, did want to get there first to map out a possible escape route. Then again if he failed his mother again . . . . . a shudder went down his spine. He didn't want to think what would happen this time. Failure wasn't a option. Off to the side, concealed in shadows, the Baenre contact watched Venr with little interest. "Why would the Matron Mother want this fool dead?" thought the contact. He stepped out of the shadows into view of Venr, and said, "Venr Lavin, second boy of House Lavin." Venr stepped back a bit surprised he hadn't noticed him earlier. "How do you fair? Now that you are Elder boy of House Lavin?" Venr, very confused now replied, "What do you mean Elder boy?" Haven't you heard? Alveren has been slain in a fight." The contact remarked. Venr, greatly at a disadvantage and still very confused said "Alveren is House Lavin's Weapon Master no Drow could defeat him!" The contact seeing Venr's unconformable posture, "Do you think House Baenre would lie?" Venr, realizing that he was now in a position of power, and a new found pride. He was the Weapons Master of House Lavin! "Common solider of Baenre, let it be known that I am more skilled than my brother in the ways of sword and mind!" The contact seeing that his work was done, said "I congratulate your promotion." Bowing low, "Although it would seem that now you have to prove your worth to Matron Zeath . . . ." He left it at that and then disappeared into the shadows. Venr not caring at all for the contact leaving, didn't even notice that the contact had left without even giving him the correct information or password. "I am the Weapons Master! All of House Lavin will respect me now!" Venr exclaimed with much excitement. He rushed off not thinking to secure the area, or checking to see if anyone had followed.
Off in the shadows Zourn has saw the whole meeting, he knew better than Venr, that the contact was a fake. Zourn scanned around the area for a few seconds before noticing a small heat trace. He walked over to it, blood. Zourn knew that this had been a ploy. A thought came across his head. What is Alveren, was to lose and they knew that Zourn would offer friendship? The idea sent a shiver down his spine. Zourn didn't like being double crossed. Then again, he could use all of this to an advantage. "Where lies become truth as if they were never false." Zourn laughed to himself and left to head back to Alveren, with a new purpose for his "friend".