Finally the adventure is going to start to pick up! I had to write one of
the introspective things about Drizzt, just like RA Salvatore. Hope you
enjoy this chapter! Please read and reply!
Nearby a pair of watchful eyes took notice of the group's every move.
"I will catch up with you Drizzt Do'Urden. Mark my words! Beware, as I draw near!" the watcher spoke out, but his threat was left unanswered as the wind stole his words away.
So again my friends and I are to take up the long trail to the safe confines of Mithral Hall. Regis is unusually excited for the road. What has gotten into our little half-ling friend? Maybe we shall soon find out. Wulfgar isn't too anxious for the road, which is perfectly understandable. He feels he has responsibilities to stay at home with Delly and Colson. After the meeting at Wulfgar's house I realize that Delly would try anything to get Wulfgar to follow his heart and she will not try to hold him back in anyway from anything she feels he would like to do. Bruenor on the other hand loves the adventures, but I fear he is seeing this voyage as the last he will ever make. Catti-Brie, as am I are more than ready for the long road. We look forward to the long and twisting paths. There is nowhere I would rather be than beside my dearest friends battling what the tundra of Icewind Dale can throw at our very feet. How I have longed again for this very day when we can call the trail our home once again, but yet I do not look forward to this trip. To me and seemingly to Bruenor, this trip symbolizes the last of our great adventures together. He must remain at Mithral Hall for he is King no doubt about that, but assuming the responsibility will be hard for Bruenor. He is not one to sit idly by as the world turns around him and battles are fought. Oh no, he is one that is in the front lines of the battle, like any other good dwarven king. How will he be able to sit by once he reclaims the throne? I fear we can only sit and wait for that moment to present itself to us. -Drizzt Do'Urden
"Ah, does me lungs good to be back on the trail." Bruenor observed as they started off on the road to Mithral Hall. Wulfgar caught Catti-Brie's eye and rolled his own. She suppressed a giggle as much as possible. As they continued on the trail they were stopped (first by the stench) by the bellow of Pwent and his Gutbuster brigade.
"So ye thought ye'd leave us outta the fun 'eh?" Pwent asked Bruenor angrily with his hands on his hips. "Ye think we'd leave? We're taking ye back to Mithral Hall, ain't that right boys?" Pwent rallied his Gutbusters. There were cheers and enthusiastic applause.
"I was hoping we'd leave them behind!" Drizzt whispered into Catti- brie's ear. She laughed softly and whispered back to him.
"Ye'd think with the a stench like that we'd a been aware of their comin'!" Drizzt grinned and squeezed her hand.
"Well it looks as if me and me friends have no choice but to take ye with us, do we?" Bruenor asked dejectedly.
"Yer right me king! Were going with ye aren't we?!" Pwent bellowed at his troops. In turn they shouted loudly and began to head butt each other. Wulfgar and Regis exchanged puzzled glances. Drizzt and Catti-brie were standing behind Wulfgar and Regis and they were both laughing quietly at the spectacle. Bruenor looked over at his friends and he realized they were laughing. Huffing angrily in his beard he started down the trail again.
"Wait me king!" Pwent rushed forward. The companions shared another hearty laugh at poor Bruenor's expense. Catti-brie looked at Drizzt and said,
"This is going to make for an interesting like trip!" Drizzt nodded and motioned for the group to continue on.
From a nearby look out a voice spoke softly into the wind. "If you only knew, beautiful Catti-brie, if you only knew." As quickly as the shadowy figure had appeared it disappeared darting in between various trees watching, waiting.
Nearby a pair of watchful eyes took notice of the group's every move.
"I will catch up with you Drizzt Do'Urden. Mark my words! Beware, as I draw near!" the watcher spoke out, but his threat was left unanswered as the wind stole his words away.
So again my friends and I are to take up the long trail to the safe confines of Mithral Hall. Regis is unusually excited for the road. What has gotten into our little half-ling friend? Maybe we shall soon find out. Wulfgar isn't too anxious for the road, which is perfectly understandable. He feels he has responsibilities to stay at home with Delly and Colson. After the meeting at Wulfgar's house I realize that Delly would try anything to get Wulfgar to follow his heart and she will not try to hold him back in anyway from anything she feels he would like to do. Bruenor on the other hand loves the adventures, but I fear he is seeing this voyage as the last he will ever make. Catti-Brie, as am I are more than ready for the long road. We look forward to the long and twisting paths. There is nowhere I would rather be than beside my dearest friends battling what the tundra of Icewind Dale can throw at our very feet. How I have longed again for this very day when we can call the trail our home once again, but yet I do not look forward to this trip. To me and seemingly to Bruenor, this trip symbolizes the last of our great adventures together. He must remain at Mithral Hall for he is King no doubt about that, but assuming the responsibility will be hard for Bruenor. He is not one to sit idly by as the world turns around him and battles are fought. Oh no, he is one that is in the front lines of the battle, like any other good dwarven king. How will he be able to sit by once he reclaims the throne? I fear we can only sit and wait for that moment to present itself to us. -Drizzt Do'Urden
"Ah, does me lungs good to be back on the trail." Bruenor observed as they started off on the road to Mithral Hall. Wulfgar caught Catti-Brie's eye and rolled his own. She suppressed a giggle as much as possible. As they continued on the trail they were stopped (first by the stench) by the bellow of Pwent and his Gutbuster brigade.
"So ye thought ye'd leave us outta the fun 'eh?" Pwent asked Bruenor angrily with his hands on his hips. "Ye think we'd leave? We're taking ye back to Mithral Hall, ain't that right boys?" Pwent rallied his Gutbusters. There were cheers and enthusiastic applause.
"I was hoping we'd leave them behind!" Drizzt whispered into Catti- brie's ear. She laughed softly and whispered back to him.
"Ye'd think with the a stench like that we'd a been aware of their comin'!" Drizzt grinned and squeezed her hand.
"Well it looks as if me and me friends have no choice but to take ye with us, do we?" Bruenor asked dejectedly.
"Yer right me king! Were going with ye aren't we?!" Pwent bellowed at his troops. In turn they shouted loudly and began to head butt each other. Wulfgar and Regis exchanged puzzled glances. Drizzt and Catti-brie were standing behind Wulfgar and Regis and they were both laughing quietly at the spectacle. Bruenor looked over at his friends and he realized they were laughing. Huffing angrily in his beard he started down the trail again.
"Wait me king!" Pwent rushed forward. The companions shared another hearty laugh at poor Bruenor's expense. Catti-brie looked at Drizzt and said,
"This is going to make for an interesting like trip!" Drizzt nodded and motioned for the group to continue on.
From a nearby look out a voice spoke softly into the wind. "If you only knew, beautiful Catti-brie, if you only knew." As quickly as the shadowy figure had appeared it disappeared darting in between various trees watching, waiting.