Sethra 3
By: vampfire
Okay, enter Vlad and my switch to first person. Still PG-13 rating.
I still couldn't teleport, use psionic communication, or, well, do anything that I'd grown accustomed to being able to rely on in times of crisis. I ran through Castle Black, I think hoping to run smack into Morrolan, at which point I could ask for help.
At some point, I found one of the men Morrolan had working security for him. I recognized him from when I'd been in charge of restructuring Castle Black's defenses so many years past. He told me Morrolan was still in his rooms.
Of course he was, seeing as it was still early morning. I threw a quick "Thanks" over my shoulder as I set out for Morrolan's rooms at a dead run. I halted at the outer door, but no one answered to my clapping. I went in tentatively, only to find it an empty sitting room. The doors exiting it went to all sorts of other rooms, none of which turned out to be occupied, and I gave up courtesy, swinging doors open left and right as I tore through the rooms and wondered if this maze was meant to be part of Morrolan's security system.
At about this point, I pulled open a door that looked just like all the former ones, except for the fact that this one led to the actual bedroom. I didn't realize this until I had barged through the door and come upon a very naked Dragonlord. He was lounging more or less flat on his back, arms folded behind his head and, uh... obviously very happy about something.
Morrolan was tall, even for a Dragaeran. And let's just say the rest of him was similarly proportioned. Morrolan's eyes met mine and the expression spreading over his face was one I knew too well, though I'd never before had the full brunt of the Dragonlord's rage directed at me personally. I can't say I recommend the experience.
My feet wouldn't obey my command to move, damn you! And just then, perhaps a whole second after I'd entered the room and skidded to a halt, a woman came out of a side door that I had (understandably) failed to notice. I think I would have failed to notice an entire army of assassins bearing down on me at that moment. Because it was none other than Sethra Lavode, the Enchantress of Dzur Mountain. Blessedly, she was dressed, though only in a robe.
She turned to me with surprise written all over her face. "Um, good morning, Vlad," Sethra said slowly, her expression settling into one of great amusement. I imagine my own face was either pale as death or redder than the Dragaeran sky.
She stood where she was, clearly expecting some sort of explanation from me. She still looked amused. But then, she wasn't the one naked. I braved a glance at Morrolan, who was sitting up and had pulled the sheets up to cover his lap. He looked very much like he would like to be holding Blackwand just then, and I had cause to be grateful he didn't take the Morganti great sword to bed with him.
By that point I think four or five years had passed while I stood there like an idiot. I cleared my throat and managed, "Um, there was a life-or- death matter I wanted your help with, but I think I'll just plead with them to make the kill quick and clean..."
By: vampfire
Okay, enter Vlad and my switch to first person. Still PG-13 rating.
I still couldn't teleport, use psionic communication, or, well, do anything that I'd grown accustomed to being able to rely on in times of crisis. I ran through Castle Black, I think hoping to run smack into Morrolan, at which point I could ask for help.
At some point, I found one of the men Morrolan had working security for him. I recognized him from when I'd been in charge of restructuring Castle Black's defenses so many years past. He told me Morrolan was still in his rooms.
Of course he was, seeing as it was still early morning. I threw a quick "Thanks" over my shoulder as I set out for Morrolan's rooms at a dead run. I halted at the outer door, but no one answered to my clapping. I went in tentatively, only to find it an empty sitting room. The doors exiting it went to all sorts of other rooms, none of which turned out to be occupied, and I gave up courtesy, swinging doors open left and right as I tore through the rooms and wondered if this maze was meant to be part of Morrolan's security system.
At about this point, I pulled open a door that looked just like all the former ones, except for the fact that this one led to the actual bedroom. I didn't realize this until I had barged through the door and come upon a very naked Dragonlord. He was lounging more or less flat on his back, arms folded behind his head and, uh... obviously very happy about something.
Morrolan was tall, even for a Dragaeran. And let's just say the rest of him was similarly proportioned. Morrolan's eyes met mine and the expression spreading over his face was one I knew too well, though I'd never before had the full brunt of the Dragonlord's rage directed at me personally. I can't say I recommend the experience.
My feet wouldn't obey my command to move, damn you! And just then, perhaps a whole second after I'd entered the room and skidded to a halt, a woman came out of a side door that I had (understandably) failed to notice. I think I would have failed to notice an entire army of assassins bearing down on me at that moment. Because it was none other than Sethra Lavode, the Enchantress of Dzur Mountain. Blessedly, she was dressed, though only in a robe.
She turned to me with surprise written all over her face. "Um, good morning, Vlad," Sethra said slowly, her expression settling into one of great amusement. I imagine my own face was either pale as death or redder than the Dragaeran sky.
She stood where she was, clearly expecting some sort of explanation from me. She still looked amused. But then, she wasn't the one naked. I braved a glance at Morrolan, who was sitting up and had pulled the sheets up to cover his lap. He looked very much like he would like to be holding Blackwand just then, and I had cause to be grateful he didn't take the Morganti great sword to bed with him.
By that point I think four or five years had passed while I stood there like an idiot. I cleared my throat and managed, "Um, there was a life-or- death matter I wanted your help with, but I think I'll just plead with them to make the kill quick and clean..."