--Sorry I haven't been able to update any sooner, he keyboard on my laptop was somehow disabled. **scowl** I don't even know why! So I'm on the laptop my siblings use and, well, let's just say that it's a little on the small side. **scowl** Note; from this point forward, Colson is three, not two. ^-^ Thx, just thought I'd let ye know!
Chapter Eight
All he felt was the cold, dank air around him, engulfing him. Drizzt Do'Urden opened his eyes, trying to see through the darknes surrounding him. When he couldn't see in the spectrum of light, he allowed his eyes to slip into the heat-sensing infrared spectrum. With a start, he realized that he hadn't seemed to move from wherever Kelnozz had brought him.
Then, shivering, he realized that he had been stripped down to wearing just his leggings and boots, nothing more. His weapons, except for the deceptive one in hif left boot, were also gone.
Slowly, he made his way silently over to the closest door, loking through the tiny peek-hole on his side. He peered through it and noticed that there was no one on the other side. Looking back and forth down each side of the hall, just to be sure, he tried to see if the door would open.
It was locked tightly.
"Figures." Drizzt mttered under his breath, walking slowly back to sit against the wall, rubbing his arms to try and stem off the cold creeping over him. Drizzt closed his eyes as he slid down the wall. 'Why is this happening to me?' He thought, looking up at the celling, watching the heat patterns swirling.
Then, thoughts about the small elfling that he had found in that clearing came to him. Burying his face in his hands, he wondered if Guenwyvar had brought the elfling to safety, and had convinced the others to head onward toward Silverymoon. Chuckling, Drizzt wondered if Catti-brie had actually paid any heed to the warning. Somehow, he doubted it, but with the elfling, she may have proceeded to Lady Alustriel, since they wouldn't be able to understand what he would say.
"I only hope that the elfling will be alright." Drizzt whispered under his breath, his hand wondering to where the arrow wound in his shoulder was. He had forgotten about it for some reason, an he realized that someone had carefully bandaged the wound. Sighing, not knowing what else to do, he sat with his back against the wall, trying to remember how he got there.
Soon afterwards, a scream was heard from somewhere down the hall. Standing, Drizzt ran to the door, trying to see what was going on. Closing his eyes, he listened carefully, trying to figure out what was going on.
His eyes opened, looking towards his left as he realized that the other drow where having their fun raping and torturing a woman in another cell.
"Please!" He could here her begging. "Leave me alone! I have done nothing to you." She was sobbing hysterically. "Please, I will do anything, just leave me be. Please."
Kelnozz's voice responded, laughing as he spoke. "No, my dear lady, you haven't, but your husband has. When he hands over the kingdom, I will kill you. After all, it doesn't matter, since we all know that you're carrying a drow child."
Drizz winced as he listened to his captor speak. An idea suddenly came to mind and he began to yell through the door.
"Why don't you pick on someone who will actually stand up to you. During the Melee fights, you would only fight the weaker fighters, since you had no skills of your own, even after several years of practice." Drizzt grinned to himself for thinking up the insult he knew Kelnozz would so easily react to. "You always were the worst person person in the class. Even the younger fighters were able to fight you and win. Remember that? Somehow, I didn't think you would, since you were only good at simple trickery that wouldn't fool one of our pathetic slaves!!"
His smile became cocky as he watched Kelnozz storm out of the room down the hall and towards his cell. Drizzt stepped back from the door as he unlocked it and came in, flanked by at least six other drow.
And one of them as carrying a set of iron chains with what appeared to be sharp, metal spikes set on the inside, with a collar of the same invention. His cocky smile turned into a glare as all but the drow holding him prisoner came forward towards him.
"What do you want with me Kelnozz?" Drizzt asked sharply, backing slowly away from the approaching drow. "Why is it that I am so valuable to you?"
Kelnozz only laughed and followed behind the other drow, though careful not to get to close. "Well, Secondboy of the Eight House, Daermon N'A'Shezbaernon, now dead," Drizzt flinched at the mention of his old house, "there is someone out there on the surface world that held a price for your head that I just couldn't resist. I'm sure you remember a red-haired man missing and ear, with an old dog, though he used to have two."
Drizzt scowled. He did remember. In fact, he remembered quite well.
"You're lying Kelnozz." He said, still back away from the chains. "Bounty Hunter Ruddy McGristle is dead. He should of died years ago, since he was human."
Kelnozz only cackled again. "Yes, the original McGristle may be dead, but his son carries the saem hatred that his father had for you." He grinned sardonically. "However, does have the same dog, for only Lolth knows why though. Not to mention I still believe the payment for your betrayal and my humiliation at Melee Magthere still needs to be in order."
Then the ranger leaped. Pulling a chain length and a whip from the belt of the closest warrior, he used it as best as he could to defend himself from being put in those cursed chains. He recognized them as the ones that his sister had favored for using on the slaves, and once using them on him as a punishment.
He swung the whip around, along with the chain, both of them working in perfect harmony around eachother. Ignoring the pain from the arrow wound in his shoulder, he began to weave them around himself in a deadly dance of death.
--**evil cackle** another evil cliffhanger! Muhahahahaha! Now, R/R or the drow gets it !! **another evil cackle** I'll update faster if you do!!
Chapter Eight
All he felt was the cold, dank air around him, engulfing him. Drizzt Do'Urden opened his eyes, trying to see through the darknes surrounding him. When he couldn't see in the spectrum of light, he allowed his eyes to slip into the heat-sensing infrared spectrum. With a start, he realized that he hadn't seemed to move from wherever Kelnozz had brought him.
Then, shivering, he realized that he had been stripped down to wearing just his leggings and boots, nothing more. His weapons, except for the deceptive one in hif left boot, were also gone.
Slowly, he made his way silently over to the closest door, loking through the tiny peek-hole on his side. He peered through it and noticed that there was no one on the other side. Looking back and forth down each side of the hall, just to be sure, he tried to see if the door would open.
It was locked tightly.
"Figures." Drizzt mttered under his breath, walking slowly back to sit against the wall, rubbing his arms to try and stem off the cold creeping over him. Drizzt closed his eyes as he slid down the wall. 'Why is this happening to me?' He thought, looking up at the celling, watching the heat patterns swirling.
Then, thoughts about the small elfling that he had found in that clearing came to him. Burying his face in his hands, he wondered if Guenwyvar had brought the elfling to safety, and had convinced the others to head onward toward Silverymoon. Chuckling, Drizzt wondered if Catti-brie had actually paid any heed to the warning. Somehow, he doubted it, but with the elfling, she may have proceeded to Lady Alustriel, since they wouldn't be able to understand what he would say.
"I only hope that the elfling will be alright." Drizzt whispered under his breath, his hand wondering to where the arrow wound in his shoulder was. He had forgotten about it for some reason, an he realized that someone had carefully bandaged the wound. Sighing, not knowing what else to do, he sat with his back against the wall, trying to remember how he got there.
Soon afterwards, a scream was heard from somewhere down the hall. Standing, Drizzt ran to the door, trying to see what was going on. Closing his eyes, he listened carefully, trying to figure out what was going on.
His eyes opened, looking towards his left as he realized that the other drow where having their fun raping and torturing a woman in another cell.
"Please!" He could here her begging. "Leave me alone! I have done nothing to you." She was sobbing hysterically. "Please, I will do anything, just leave me be. Please."
Kelnozz's voice responded, laughing as he spoke. "No, my dear lady, you haven't, but your husband has. When he hands over the kingdom, I will kill you. After all, it doesn't matter, since we all know that you're carrying a drow child."
Drizz winced as he listened to his captor speak. An idea suddenly came to mind and he began to yell through the door.
"Why don't you pick on someone who will actually stand up to you. During the Melee fights, you would only fight the weaker fighters, since you had no skills of your own, even after several years of practice." Drizzt grinned to himself for thinking up the insult he knew Kelnozz would so easily react to. "You always were the worst person person in the class. Even the younger fighters were able to fight you and win. Remember that? Somehow, I didn't think you would, since you were only good at simple trickery that wouldn't fool one of our pathetic slaves!!"
His smile became cocky as he watched Kelnozz storm out of the room down the hall and towards his cell. Drizzt stepped back from the door as he unlocked it and came in, flanked by at least six other drow.
And one of them as carrying a set of iron chains with what appeared to be sharp, metal spikes set on the inside, with a collar of the same invention. His cocky smile turned into a glare as all but the drow holding him prisoner came forward towards him.
"What do you want with me Kelnozz?" Drizzt asked sharply, backing slowly away from the approaching drow. "Why is it that I am so valuable to you?"
Kelnozz only laughed and followed behind the other drow, though careful not to get to close. "Well, Secondboy of the Eight House, Daermon N'A'Shezbaernon, now dead," Drizzt flinched at the mention of his old house, "there is someone out there on the surface world that held a price for your head that I just couldn't resist. I'm sure you remember a red-haired man missing and ear, with an old dog, though he used to have two."
Drizzt scowled. He did remember. In fact, he remembered quite well.
"You're lying Kelnozz." He said, still back away from the chains. "Bounty Hunter Ruddy McGristle is dead. He should of died years ago, since he was human."
Kelnozz only cackled again. "Yes, the original McGristle may be dead, but his son carries the saem hatred that his father had for you." He grinned sardonically. "However, does have the same dog, for only Lolth knows why though. Not to mention I still believe the payment for your betrayal and my humiliation at Melee Magthere still needs to be in order."
Then the ranger leaped. Pulling a chain length and a whip from the belt of the closest warrior, he used it as best as he could to defend himself from being put in those cursed chains. He recognized them as the ones that his sister had favored for using on the slaves, and once using them on him as a punishment.
He swung the whip around, along with the chain, both of them working in perfect harmony around eachother. Ignoring the pain from the arrow wound in his shoulder, he began to weave them around himself in a deadly dance of death.
--**evil cackle** another evil cliffhanger! Muhahahahaha! Now, R/R or the drow gets it !! **another evil cackle** I'll update faster if you do!!