Disclaimer: Woo, another update. Just so you know... this story has no plan what so ever. It's all coming off the top of my head (If that isn't obvious) so if there are any suggestions for the story they are welcome! Continuing the ficness. I own nothing. Except this shiny ring I stole from Jan. It's mine now. You can't have it.
Red is My Favourite Colour
"The Shadow Thieves?! I thought you had better morals than that Milady" Anomen's voice was concerned, and rightly so after what they had been employed to do. To murder the head of an opposing guild to the shadow thieves... It was risky to say the least.
"My morals are pure Ano. I just need the money. See, it all balances out. I do a little dirty work for the Shadow Theives, but then use the money to rescue my little sister from deranged wizards. And the balance is served" She allowed her self a brief Jahira moment before slipping into the forced happy disposition of leader. Right now, she didn't want to think about what Irenicus could be doing to Imoen... And the current situation wasn't to smooth either. For one, Anomen and Haer would not stop fighting! If one didn't start a verbal duel, the other would. Anomen could get realy annoyed and loose his temper, resulting in a few injurys, but Haer' Dalis got angry. You knew it's a bad thing when a mans eyes glow red and his voice echoes out of earshot. It was...scary. But he would just snap back to normal, just like that. It was mildly off-putting. Despite the fact he was an arrogant, pompous windbag, Anomen had the innocence of a child, and watching him squirm under the anger of someone like that was heart rending. He was kinda cute when he got scared, but Rade wasn't going to admit that. She hadn't spoken much to Haer' Dalis since the "Potion Incident" and wasn't planning to. He was going to have to admit it, not her.
"Besides, Yoshi seems to trust them."
They arrived at the door of May Var's Guildhall and rapped twice, sharply. A fat man greeted them in a friendly way, and after seeing the proper documents led them down to the basement. There where prisons. Torture racks lined the walls. An old man reached out from inside his cage, he was scarred and bruised and thin to the bone. Rade's step faltered as images of the torture Irenicus put her through flooded back into her. She was caught by both arms, then let sink slowly to her knees. She could hear Haer'Dalis' melodious voice calling to her, as well as Jan, Minsc and Anomen. Minsc was shaking her shoulder. It was all blurring; the last thing she saw was the ground rushing up to greet her...
"Mister um Odser..ion..e...ron?" said a voice from the other side of the door. It was a nervous voice, of one just about to soil himself if there was a loud noise or aggressive action made his way. Edwin smiled, making his already cat like features more feline. It's good if there scared, he thought, That means there not a threat, and not entirely stupid either.
"Yes, yes, come in." The young man entered. He looked at his boots.
"Well, we have the, um, identity of the new recruit sir" he stammered. Edwin rolled his eyes.
"Out with it then you stuttering buffoon! I swear, you remind me of a certain half elf more and more each passing day (Not that this uncultured oaf could tell the difference between a half-elf and his backside)" Edwin took another drink of wine.
"Some girl named Rade Rydrillan, master, sir." Edwin spat out the wine he had been sipping and sat bolt upright. He recovered his composure and wiped the red liquid from his mouth.
"Tell me, was there a purple clad girl with her? (Please say no, I can stand no more of that brat...Her sister may be easy on the eyes, but that Imoen...)" the worried man shook his head.
"Nope... but there was a guy with blue hair, and..." he was cut short.
"Blue hair, you say? Did he have strange scars on his face and purple eyes?"
"Um, yes." Edwin stroked his beard. The tiefling bard. How fun this shall be.
It was dark. The world was muffled by a hazy fog inside of Rade's eyes. Voices floated through, some where shouting.
"Rade? No, she's out cold, not unlike a good turnip sandwich..." That was Jan.
"Wakey wakey! Boo is awfully worried..." Minsc, the big softie.
"My Raven, does thou jest? Art thou asleep?" Obviously Haer' Dalis.
"Shut up bard!" Anomen, he sounds angry "She is not Your Raven. She is ill and you are all crowding so I cannot attend to her! Move!"
"Make me, armour clad hound. Dost thou not know 'tis bad luck to awaken a sleeping woman, not to mention rude"
"And you can drop the stage voice. We all know you just do it to impress people. It isn't working!"
"Well, at least I don't talk like a romance novel written by a drunken gnome..."
"Never speak of drunkards around me!"
"What's wrong with gnomes?" Rade could hear the door at the top of the stairs down opening with a bang and angry footsteps stomping down towards them.
"Shut UP!" this was a new voice. It was heavily accented, exotic yet strangely familiar. "By the gods I swear I can hear you babbling imbeciles from three floors up! How is a wizard supposed to get any peace (not that I get much anyway, maybe I should take a vacation)"
"YAAAAR! The Red Wizard! I shall kill you for poor Dynaheir! GO FOR THE EYES BOO..."
"Oh no not you again!"
"Man whore!"
"Stuck up berk!"
"Blue haired slut!"
"Hideous prime!"
"OWWW! My eyes!! Stupid rodent loving son of a..."
"Turnip." At this comment everyone stopped, looked at Jan then continued fighting.
"High and mighty spawn of ooze!"
"No! Get off my eyes! I need those! Arg!"
"O...Odessiron!?"
"Haer' Dalis!"
"I prayed to the Doomgard I would never have to lay eyes upon you again!"
Rade's eyes snapped open.
"Edwin?" she managed to choke out. Everyone stopped, even Boo. Rade sat up; the scene around her was laughable, yet strangely familiar. Edwin was holding Boo away from his bleeding face while Minsc had him by the throat, Haer' Dalis and Anomen where about to rip each other to pieces, Jan was standing innocently in the middle of it all and Yoshimo was no where to be seen.
"Rade! Call off this imbecile before he throttles me to death! (Perhaps he will listen to her, not that he is smart enough to tell the difference between a woman and a mop!)" Edwin coughed through the strong grip of the Rammesharian Ranger.
"Let him go Minsc. Really, I'm not in the mood to argue." Minsc released the struggling Conjurer who stumbled to the floor, massaging his neck.
"At least one person of this party has some sense." He snarled at Minsc. Rade coughed at tried to sit up.
"I passed out didn't I?" she asked the world in general. Edwin snickered.
"As strong as ever I see (And still an uncanny grip on the obvious)." Rade glared.
"Aren't you supposed to be dead?" she asked. The Red Wizard shrugged.
"I might have been, I really can't remember. (Not that death would stop me anyway. I have bigger proverbial fish to fry)" Anomen snorted.
"Do you always talk to yourself?" he asked. Edwin sneered at him.
"Do you always talk like you have swallowed the script to some love story? If so I suggest fixing that. It makes you sound awfully stupid." Anomen glared.
"I would have you know I am a Squire of the order of the Radiant Heart! I..." at this Edwin almost doubled over laughing.
"I see that Rade still has a thing for Paladins!" he smiled at Rade who kicked him in the shins. Neither noticed Anomen had reddened at the cheeks.
"Look Edwin, Ajantis was a strong sword arm and was nearby! I know you hated him, just like you hate everyone else, but that's no reason to..." Rade started but Edwin silenced her with a wave of one finger.
"On the contrary, I didn't hate you all that much. You annoying sister on the other had, she was unbearable! (I swear she must have had some Halfling blood in her.) I see the pink sugar power has got too much for you too... Ah, Rade... Why are you crying?" Big fat tears rolled down Rade's cheeks. Haer' Dalis seized the moment and put one arm round her shoulder, glaring at Edwin with his purple cat eyes.
"Very smooth Odessiron," He growled "Within a minute of speaking to My Raven you have already reduced her to tears with your bladed tongue." Edwin's eyes widened with mock disbelief.
"So she is 'Your Raven' now is she? I am sorry, but I believe she was 'My Rade' or even simply 'Rade' before she became any plague ridden black chicken with ideas above its station!" Rade looked sympathetically at Haer' Dalis.
"It's ok Haer, Edwin doesn't know. He's always like this, so don't be angry at him. He's a friend from when I was pretty new at this adventuring thing. He was only making a joke..." Rade broke down into tears again. Edwin shook his cowled head.
"Right, we shall take her to the nearest inn, she will get some rest and we shall return tomorrow. Trust me; Rade is traumatized girl (probably due to the company she keeps more than anything) and in my experience with her, she needs sleep. (Stupid elves with their low constitutions.) With that Edwin easily lifted the sobbing Rade into his arms ad strode purposefully out of the basement. Everyone stared at the door they went through. Jan coughed.
"So, who's he?" Haer' Dalis clenched his fists.
"Bad news in a wizards clothing."
