I owe this to DragonEyeZ who helps keep my plot bunnies in line…Thanks Dragon! Umm, sorry Radiant Sea Serpent, I didn't mean for you to get eaten by a squirrel!
Chapter 7--Worse Run of Bad Luck In History
Drizzt hadn't thought he would wake up, but he did though mainly because something kept prodding him in the ribs. He muttered a curse and forced his eyes open.
Four Human men in black and crimson stood over him. "You're on Lord Fagan's property," one said.
"Sorry, next time I'll be more careful where I'm washed up after falling overboard," Drizzt said. He decided it would be best not to mention how it had really happened. After all he should have drowned. Besides, he'd have to explain how he'd gotten to shore and he wasn't sure himself. He was even free of his bonds.
"On your feet," the soldier barked, obviously not amused.
Drizzt felt like he'd been run over by a horse, but he managed to get up. "I'll leave if you point me towards a town," he said, hoping to defuse the problem.
"You aren't going anywhere. You're under arrest for trespassing," the guard said.
Drizzt couldn't believe this. He burst out laughing. He couldn't help it. He was having the worse run of bad luck in history!
Another guard shoved him roughly. "Move and don't even think of reaching for one of your weapons or you're dead," he warned.
Drizzt decided not to argue. He just did what he was told.
After walking about twenty minutes they entered a large, busy city. The guards hustled Drizzt through the streets as fast as possible.
Drizzt was well aware that a lot of people where staring at him and no wonder. He was no doubt a mess after all he'd gone through.
They came to a rather ugly building and they went inside. They entered an area with cells lining the wall and Drizzt was shoved into one. The door clanged shut behind him.
"Ahhhh!!!!" some one yelled from behind him.
Drizzt whirled. Sharing the cell with him was one of the sailor's from the ship.
"Let me out! I don't want to share a cell with a necromancer, especially one that rose from the dead!" he wailed.
Drizzt punched him solidly in the jaw, knocking him out, but the damage was done.
"Go tell the Wizard's council!" the head guard ordered and one of the guards dashed off.
Drizzt groaned and plopped down on the bunk. This was going from bad to worse.
The guard returned with a man wearing robes. "He's right there, Master Keegan," he said, pointing.
"A Drow, he could very well be a necromancer. I would not out it past one of his foul race," Keegan said.
"Who're you calling foul?" Drizzt grumbled.
"Silence, necromancer," Keegan ordered.
"I'm not a damned necromancer!" Drizzt snapped, thoroughly frustrated with the whole business.
"Silence!" Keegan ordered. He tossed the head guard a set of shackles. "Place these on him. It will prevent him from working any of his black magic and bring him. He must be brought before the wizard's council."
Drizzt didn't bother to resist as the shackles were snapped around his wrists. They left the jail with Keegan in the lead. They went to a huge manor and went inside. Soon they entered a huge chamber with fourteen people sitting at a long table.
"Stop here," Keegan said and went and sat down.
A beautiful Elven woman stood to look Drizzt over. "I am Riana, head mage of the council. So you're a necromancer," she said.
"No, I'm not. I'm a ranger of Mielikki," Drizzt said.
"We shall soon see," Riana said. She closed her eyes and seemed to be doing a spell.
Drizzt tensed as he realized she wasn't actually doing one. This isn't good, he thought.
Riana opened her eyes and they were filled with hate then she gasped. "It's true he is a necromancer! It's good he was caught before he could work his evil on anyone!" she gasped.
"What must we do?" someone asked.
Riana looked coldly and triumphantly at Drizzt. "Burn him," she ordered…
Heh, heh…the cliffhanger Queen strikes again! R/R please!