AN: hello and welcome to another installment of Emotions!
Lynn's sharp eyes pierced the crowds, searching for any sign that might lead them to their stolen comrade. She growled and muttered blue murder under her breath. Jaheira sighed, losing patience.
"This behavior is not going to help us find Imoen," the druid commented dryly, "Perhaps we should get you to calm down first, and then you will be able to think with a clear mind." Yoshimo and Minsc were relieved that Jaheira had taken the initiative and talked to their leader. They would never admit this, but in her current state, Lynn frightened them.
There was a big bright yellow and white tent that caught their attention. Minsc announced that the Circus would be a wonderful way to calm down and release some tension (not to mention that Boo loved the Circus). They were just about to enter through the large flaps when a guard in extremely polished armor stopped them.
"I'm sorry citizens, but the Circus is closed today," his voice echoed slightly from behind his visor, "You'll have to come back once everything is set straight in there."
"Set straight you say...hmm..." Lynn's interest was caught, she was always up for a good challenge, "We can handle ourselves, thanks officer." She casually saluted the guard with her sword and confidently walked into the tent.
The darkness smothered them like a blanket. It was like they were in a completely different world. The noise of the marketplace outside was now not to be heard. The silence deafened them. The only senses that seemed to work were smell and touch.
Eventually, their eyes adjusted the lack of light. White stones caught their eyes as they inched forward slowly, feeling their way with their weapons. It seemed to be a magnificent bridge was just in front of them. Giant white marble pillars stood on either side of the stone pathway.
Lynn took a deep calming breath and plunged onward. Her every nerve on alert, waiting for something to attack, as her past experience had taught her. Nothing happened. Not a sound, it was an eerie silence that seemed to cling to the air. Lynn looked back at her companions. They too seemed slightly disturbed by this lack of anticipated action.
"Keep your guard up," Lynn whispered, her voice echoed a bit, "don't let 'em down until we're out of this place." They walked on until they reached about midway across the bridge. Lynn sent Yoshimo on ahead to quickly scout the end of the bridge and beyond it.
"You're right behind me, right?" Yoshimo asked playfully, knowing full well the answer. Lynn gave him a half smile and nodded while crossing her fingers for him to see. The bounty hunter held in his chuckled and went to work. It was not very hard for him to jump from shadow to shadow as they were so numerous and close together.
Yoshimo only took a few steps when a spiral of smoke and light swirled up from the ground. The bounty hunter jumped back as he drew his sword. Lynn sighed as she drew her sword, she knew what was coming. I hate genies... you can never get a straight answer out of them, the ranger thought wearily.
"There is a prince and a princess; ten years ago the prince was half the age of the princess now. What are the ages of the royals now?" the genie asked. His purple turban held erect. I hate riddles, Lynn thought to herself as she sighed.
"Jaheira," Lynn whispered to her long time companion, "talk me through this one." The elven druidess smiled a little and simplified the riddle for the daughter that she never had. Lynn grinned in appreciation and walked boldly over to the genie.
"The answer to your riddle is the prince is 30 and the princess is 40." The genie let out a deep chuckle and smiled down at the party. His blue skin shone slightly.
"The wit is matched, proceed." In the same swirl of smoke that announced his presence, he disappeared. Lynn rolled her eyes, if such things are going to delay my revenge and getting Imoen back then they will be more bodies than usual strewn across my path. They continued on. The darkness becoming more and more bearable.
Finally at the other end of the bridge there was rather inviting door. Lynn's curious nature mixed with her adventuring spirit would not allow her to do anything but open the door. As they stepped into the brightly lit room, hands were thrown over eyes, other's blinked quickly and squinted until they're eyes adjusted again.
"Boo does not like this," Minsc said, "he does not like having to keep going from dark to light so quickly." Lynn smiled in agreement. There was a grunt of delight from an odd ogre type creature chained into the floor in the middle of the room.
"This is new..." Lynn said, very surprised.
Lynn's sharp eyes pierced the crowds, searching for any sign that might lead them to their stolen comrade. She growled and muttered blue murder under her breath. Jaheira sighed, losing patience.
"This behavior is not going to help us find Imoen," the druid commented dryly, "Perhaps we should get you to calm down first, and then you will be able to think with a clear mind." Yoshimo and Minsc were relieved that Jaheira had taken the initiative and talked to their leader. They would never admit this, but in her current state, Lynn frightened them.
There was a big bright yellow and white tent that caught their attention. Minsc announced that the Circus would be a wonderful way to calm down and release some tension (not to mention that Boo loved the Circus). They were just about to enter through the large flaps when a guard in extremely polished armor stopped them.
"I'm sorry citizens, but the Circus is closed today," his voice echoed slightly from behind his visor, "You'll have to come back once everything is set straight in there."
"Set straight you say...hmm..." Lynn's interest was caught, she was always up for a good challenge, "We can handle ourselves, thanks officer." She casually saluted the guard with her sword and confidently walked into the tent.
The darkness smothered them like a blanket. It was like they were in a completely different world. The noise of the marketplace outside was now not to be heard. The silence deafened them. The only senses that seemed to work were smell and touch.
Eventually, their eyes adjusted the lack of light. White stones caught their eyes as they inched forward slowly, feeling their way with their weapons. It seemed to be a magnificent bridge was just in front of them. Giant white marble pillars stood on either side of the stone pathway.
Lynn took a deep calming breath and plunged onward. Her every nerve on alert, waiting for something to attack, as her past experience had taught her. Nothing happened. Not a sound, it was an eerie silence that seemed to cling to the air. Lynn looked back at her companions. They too seemed slightly disturbed by this lack of anticipated action.
"Keep your guard up," Lynn whispered, her voice echoed a bit, "don't let 'em down until we're out of this place." They walked on until they reached about midway across the bridge. Lynn sent Yoshimo on ahead to quickly scout the end of the bridge and beyond it.
"You're right behind me, right?" Yoshimo asked playfully, knowing full well the answer. Lynn gave him a half smile and nodded while crossing her fingers for him to see. The bounty hunter held in his chuckled and went to work. It was not very hard for him to jump from shadow to shadow as they were so numerous and close together.
Yoshimo only took a few steps when a spiral of smoke and light swirled up from the ground. The bounty hunter jumped back as he drew his sword. Lynn sighed as she drew her sword, she knew what was coming. I hate genies... you can never get a straight answer out of them, the ranger thought wearily.
"There is a prince and a princess; ten years ago the prince was half the age of the princess now. What are the ages of the royals now?" the genie asked. His purple turban held erect. I hate riddles, Lynn thought to herself as she sighed.
"Jaheira," Lynn whispered to her long time companion, "talk me through this one." The elven druidess smiled a little and simplified the riddle for the daughter that she never had. Lynn grinned in appreciation and walked boldly over to the genie.
"The answer to your riddle is the prince is 30 and the princess is 40." The genie let out a deep chuckle and smiled down at the party. His blue skin shone slightly.
"The wit is matched, proceed." In the same swirl of smoke that announced his presence, he disappeared. Lynn rolled her eyes, if such things are going to delay my revenge and getting Imoen back then they will be more bodies than usual strewn across my path. They continued on. The darkness becoming more and more bearable.
Finally at the other end of the bridge there was rather inviting door. Lynn's curious nature mixed with her adventuring spirit would not allow her to do anything but open the door. As they stepped into the brightly lit room, hands were thrown over eyes, other's blinked quickly and squinted until they're eyes adjusted again.
"Boo does not like this," Minsc said, "he does not like having to keep going from dark to light so quickly." Lynn smiled in agreement. There was a grunt of delight from an odd ogre type creature chained into the floor in the middle of the room.
"This is new..." Lynn said, very surprised.