Disclaimer: I don't own the Forgotten Realms and I have no money but the
characters are mine.
Sorry this has taken so long. Between moving cross country and getting
resettled writers block creeped in. I know it's not a long chapter, sorry.
Hopefully the next one will be longer. So, anyway, read, review and enjoy
- Kurai Catt
The Arrival chapter 2
The comforting velvet blackness reluctantly released her hold and Shadiesha slowly slipped from her embrace. Sails rustled above. Wood creaked below. Something rolled across the floor with the ship's movement. Cold metal and soft fur...Her hands felt heavy. She didn't want to open her eyes. She wanted to be back in that safe darkness. The ship lurked and cold metal bit into her wrist as the drow was yanked to chain's length. Slowly, she opened her eyes and moaned. The room was a clutter, chests brimming over with fabrics, some filled with gold and trinkets. There was one table covered with papers and a candelabra. The ship swayed again, but she noticed the candelabra stayed in place. Lanterns hung from exposed rafters. Thankfully none of them were lit and most of the thick curtains were drawn. She glance around as best she could. Movement or even the thought of it sent pain coursing through her body. She was chained to a bed.
Shadiesha peeked cautiously over the footboard of the huge four poster monster. The headboard rested against a large window. Moonlight streamed in through the one uncovered section. She tugged at the shackles,"Break dammit!" After several attempts and succeeding only pulling and bloodying her wrist she gave up and fell face-first into the fur she was lying on. "Why bother.. Only water as I can see. I hate water!"
The door opened and the captain entered carrying a plate of food. It smelled so good. Shadiesha found herself trying to remember the last time she ate and couldn't. Must have been before we left the underdark, before the cave in, before all this..
"If that fireball was the best your friends can do, you may as well give up now." the captain sat the plate of food down out of Shadiesha's reach. He was speaking Drow, which she didn't notice at first.
"Fireball?" She looked up at the human and reached for the plate.
"That's right, you couldn't have seen it. Pathetic display that it was." He pushed the plate closer, but still out of reach. The drow glared at him. "You should eat. I cannot sell a nearly starved and damaged dark elf." He watched her as she continued to glare at him. "What shall I call you?"
"My name is Shadiesha." She said defiantly as she reached once more for the plate.
He smirked, "Was." He moved to her, on his knees, took her chin in his hand and looked into her eyes. "It was Shadiesha. Now it is.."
The ship lurked sending Shadiesha falling onto her back.
Darkel saw her hit the first one with the mop and smiled. That was his Shadiesha, She would nt give in without a fight, but then he saw them subdue her and tie her over a barrel. He saw the whip as it tore at the exposed flesh and he winced with each strike and scream. He felt utterly helpless and useless. he needed to find her but then what? Waltz on board the ship and demand they hand her over. He could practically hear the humiliating laughter. No, then they would capture us both.
He needed the ship's name. It was larger than any vessel he had ever seen before with it massive sails fluttering in the wind and masthead carved in the likeness of a medusa with her snakes writhing her delicate face. The hissing tendrils falling to cover her bare breast to her serpentine waist which melded with the ship's frame. There is was, Lamia's Blood, carved just behind the elaborate masthead. The spell's end neared as he saw two men pick up Shadiesha's limp body and haul her below deck.
Darkel leaned back and took a deep breath. At least he knew the ship's name nd even if he saw incorrectly, the medusa would be unmistakable. He could do this. He would find Shadiesha, even if years were to pass. He knew she was not dead. Somehow he just knew. He couldn't explain it. He could just feel it. The dark elf looked out over the open ocean, pulled his hood lower to fight off the sun's glare and started walking down the beach.
The Arrival chapter 2
The comforting velvet blackness reluctantly released her hold and Shadiesha slowly slipped from her embrace. Sails rustled above. Wood creaked below. Something rolled across the floor with the ship's movement. Cold metal and soft fur...Her hands felt heavy. She didn't want to open her eyes. She wanted to be back in that safe darkness. The ship lurked and cold metal bit into her wrist as the drow was yanked to chain's length. Slowly, she opened her eyes and moaned. The room was a clutter, chests brimming over with fabrics, some filled with gold and trinkets. There was one table covered with papers and a candelabra. The ship swayed again, but she noticed the candelabra stayed in place. Lanterns hung from exposed rafters. Thankfully none of them were lit and most of the thick curtains were drawn. She glance around as best she could. Movement or even the thought of it sent pain coursing through her body. She was chained to a bed.
Shadiesha peeked cautiously over the footboard of the huge four poster monster. The headboard rested against a large window. Moonlight streamed in through the one uncovered section. She tugged at the shackles,"Break dammit!" After several attempts and succeeding only pulling and bloodying her wrist she gave up and fell face-first into the fur she was lying on. "Why bother.. Only water as I can see. I hate water!"
The door opened and the captain entered carrying a plate of food. It smelled so good. Shadiesha found herself trying to remember the last time she ate and couldn't. Must have been before we left the underdark, before the cave in, before all this..
"If that fireball was the best your friends can do, you may as well give up now." the captain sat the plate of food down out of Shadiesha's reach. He was speaking Drow, which she didn't notice at first.
"Fireball?" She looked up at the human and reached for the plate.
"That's right, you couldn't have seen it. Pathetic display that it was." He pushed the plate closer, but still out of reach. The drow glared at him. "You should eat. I cannot sell a nearly starved and damaged dark elf." He watched her as she continued to glare at him. "What shall I call you?"
"My name is Shadiesha." She said defiantly as she reached once more for the plate.
He smirked, "Was." He moved to her, on his knees, took her chin in his hand and looked into her eyes. "It was Shadiesha. Now it is.."
The ship lurked sending Shadiesha falling onto her back.
Darkel saw her hit the first one with the mop and smiled. That was his Shadiesha, She would nt give in without a fight, but then he saw them subdue her and tie her over a barrel. He saw the whip as it tore at the exposed flesh and he winced with each strike and scream. He felt utterly helpless and useless. he needed to find her but then what? Waltz on board the ship and demand they hand her over. He could practically hear the humiliating laughter. No, then they would capture us both.
He needed the ship's name. It was larger than any vessel he had ever seen before with it massive sails fluttering in the wind and masthead carved in the likeness of a medusa with her snakes writhing her delicate face. The hissing tendrils falling to cover her bare breast to her serpentine waist which melded with the ship's frame. There is was, Lamia's Blood, carved just behind the elaborate masthead. The spell's end neared as he saw two men pick up Shadiesha's limp body and haul her below deck.
Darkel leaned back and took a deep breath. At least he knew the ship's name nd even if he saw incorrectly, the medusa would be unmistakable. He could do this. He would find Shadiesha, even if years were to pass. He knew she was not dead. Somehow he just knew. He couldn't explain it. He could just feel it. The dark elf looked out over the open ocean, pulled his hood lower to fight off the sun's glare and started walking down the beach.