I do not own Forgotten Realms... And as for that comment about my muse
preforming better than yours... that sounded so very, very wrong Gwen6...
-_-
Asgwrn asended the stairs with all the grace of an elven noble. The moon shone through the arrow slit, casting the tower in a silver mantle.
The senior Red Wizard had been in Yami's prison all day and only half-an- hour ago had he left. Asgwrn didn't know what had been happening but even the humans that inhabited this castle had been able to hear the screams...
He halted. His elven ears picked up the sound of someone mindlessly tapping their feet on the stone floor. A guard?
There was indeed a guard, one of the mindless mountains of muscle clad in armour. He was easily dispatched with a simple sleep spell, followed by a slash across the throat with Asgwrn's dagger.
It seemed almost too easy... The door wasn't even locked. Asgwrn's senstive fingers picked up none of the tell-tale tingling sensation that indicated magic...
The archmage carefully pushed the door open and readied his staff.
The circular room was cold. A narrow slit window overlooked the courtyard below and an open chest revealed clothes, mainly dresses.
Asgwrn's attention was drawn to the far wall. There a mattress was covered in luxurious pelts to form a make-shift bed. Perched on the mound of furs was the Shadowblade herself.
The golden collar now had a thick iron chain attached that, in turn, was fixed to the wall. The torn remains of her dress were littered across the floor and her hypnotic, green eyes were fixed on him and shining with hatred.
"Haven't you had enough yet? Leave me in peace you bastard!"
"Wha-?"
"Oh, are you his replacement? Or just a magling looking for sport?" The last word was full venom, "Well? What are you waiting for? A chained female too much for you to handle?"
"You don't understand! I'm here to help you."
Yami raised an eyebrow elegantly,
"Many in Faerun would pay dearly to see me dead. Why are you so different?"
Asgwrn pulled back his hood,
"You freed me once. Let me do the same."
Asgwrn asended the stairs with all the grace of an elven noble. The moon shone through the arrow slit, casting the tower in a silver mantle.
The senior Red Wizard had been in Yami's prison all day and only half-an- hour ago had he left. Asgwrn didn't know what had been happening but even the humans that inhabited this castle had been able to hear the screams...
He halted. His elven ears picked up the sound of someone mindlessly tapping their feet on the stone floor. A guard?
There was indeed a guard, one of the mindless mountains of muscle clad in armour. He was easily dispatched with a simple sleep spell, followed by a slash across the throat with Asgwrn's dagger.
It seemed almost too easy... The door wasn't even locked. Asgwrn's senstive fingers picked up none of the tell-tale tingling sensation that indicated magic...
The archmage carefully pushed the door open and readied his staff.
The circular room was cold. A narrow slit window overlooked the courtyard below and an open chest revealed clothes, mainly dresses.
Asgwrn's attention was drawn to the far wall. There a mattress was covered in luxurious pelts to form a make-shift bed. Perched on the mound of furs was the Shadowblade herself.
The golden collar now had a thick iron chain attached that, in turn, was fixed to the wall. The torn remains of her dress were littered across the floor and her hypnotic, green eyes were fixed on him and shining with hatred.
"Haven't you had enough yet? Leave me in peace you bastard!"
"Wha-?"
"Oh, are you his replacement? Or just a magling looking for sport?" The last word was full venom, "Well? What are you waiting for? A chained female too much for you to handle?"
"You don't understand! I'm here to help you."
Yami raised an eyebrow elegantly,
"Many in Faerun would pay dearly to see me dead. Why are you so different?"
Asgwrn pulled back his hood,
"You freed me once. Let me do the same."