After climbing two flights of stairs Drizzt had reached Jarlaxle's private quarters.
"In my chambers, no one will think to disturb us." Jarlaxle opened the door and
roughly shoved Drizzt through the door. Drizzt turned and looked at him incredulously.
"Just for show." Jarlaxle replied to his stare with a wink. Drizzt muttered under
his breath but he didn't reply directly to Jarlaxle. Jarlaxle motioned for him to sit down
but Drizzt just stood and looked threateningly at him.
"Let us be done with this business as soon as possible. So do hurry." Drizzt said
with his arms folded across his chest. Jarlaxle almost laughed out loud at the sight but
decided against it for he did not want the drow's shiny scimitar sticking out of his gullet!
Instead of answering him right away Jarlaxle wiggled his fingers and a fine goblet full of
wine appeared in his hand.
"Come let us rest for a spell." Jarlaxle bade Drizzt pointing to a chair in the next
to him. Drizzt lost his stoic demeanor in one of the few times in his life. He grabbed his
scimitars and thrust them within an inch of Jarlaxle's nose.
"Either you tell me what you want or I leave with Catti-brie at my side either for
the good or bad of Jarlaxle!" Drizzt said loudly in a menacing tone. His eyes burned with
an inner fire that even unnerved the steady mercenary. With a wave of his hand the goblet
disappeared.
"Alright then let's get down to business then. Artemis Entreri has something that
needs to be destroyed and perhaps my fair weathered friend needs to be degraded a bit
from his self proclaimed high stature." Jarlaxle told Drizzt. He got right to the point by
adding. "Entreri has the crystal shard."
# # # # # # # # #
"This has got to be it!" Wulfgar called out to Bruenor and the rest of the dwarves.
He was standing outside of a cave, which was hidden underneath the forest. There were
several footprints leading in and out of the cave. Several were light like Drizzt's. Some of
the tracks ran together as if someone had been dragged or forced against their own will.
Bruenor came over and examined the tracks and the entrance of the cave. He
muttered under his breath but he said nothing out loud to Wulfgar. Finally after a long
pause he looked back to the group of anxiously waiting dwarves.
"What are ye all waitin' yer?" He stood facing them with his hands on his hips.
He turned away and led them into the cave. The dwarves felt there way along the cave
with their sensitive hands feeling the hard stone.
The deeper they went the lighter it seemed to get to the dwarves. Bruenor
attributed it to the fact there must be torches burning. The deeper they went the more they
began to doubt their decision to go into the cave. All around them there were noises that
no one could identify. Threatening shadows seem to leer around ever corner, ready to
jump out at them.
After several hours of traveling through the cave they finally saw the torches that
Bruenor was talking about. Only the torches weren't what they were expecting. The
torches were indeed lit but it wasn't the torch itself that was so peculiar. Bruenor went
over to the one of the torches and took a long look at them. The flames were not the
typical array of reds and oranges. The flames were purple and green. The strange flame
didn't give off as much light as a regular flame either. Bruenor was sure he had seen this
strange flame somewhere else. Wulfgar instantly recognized it.
"Fairie fire." He whispered. Bruenor looked at him with a total look of confusion
on his face.
"Whada ye say boy?" Bruenor asked him. Wulfgar's eyes were staring blankly
into the flames.
"Fairie fire, like Drizzt has used." Wulfgar repeated. Bruenor looked away from
him and into the flames. All that were nearby would have seen the surly dwarf's face
blanch under his fiery red beard.
# # # # # # # #
"He has the what? Cadderly told me the shard was destroyed. How could it be so
that he is in possession of it?" Drizzt questioned Jarlaxle after the stunning revelation.
Jarlaxle nodded.
"The shard was destroyed. I was there with him, but Cadderly told us that there
maybe several copies of shard scattered all throughout the realms. He was right. Entreri
stumbled upon this one and it seems to have completely consumed him. He has been bent
on getting you ever sense he came into possession of it. I do not have the power to get the
shard away from him. The shard will consume me to, just as it had before we destroyed
the original." Jarlaxle confirmed for Drizzt.
"Do you have a plan?" Drizzt asked Jarlaxle slowly. Jarlaxle nodded and a wicked
grin formed across his ebony-skinned face as he began to tell Drizzt about his plan.
# # # # # # # # #
"What do you want with me Entreri?" Catti-brie asked him very slowly not sure
how to act. Entreri looked at Catti-brie and he slowly smiled evilly.
"To make you suffer." He whispered slowly to Catti-brie. He knelt down on one
knee and looked into her eyes. She could sense that he was looking for any sign of
weakness so she steeled her gaze. Entreri laughed at her attempt to meet his gaze. He
backed away from her.
"I have taken it upon myself to make everything that ever loved Drizzt Do'Urden
suffer. With the help of this." In his outstretched hand he held out the crystal shard.
"With this I can get the revenge that I so dearly seek! It gives me the powers to do
whatever I wish!" He looked over at Catti-brie. "There is nothing you and your pathetic
little troop can do to stop the likes of Artemis Entreri the all powerful!" He smacked her
across the face to make sure his point got home.
Catti-brie looked up at him through tear-rimmed eyes. She knew she had to stay
strong so she wouldn't give him any kind of ammunition to use on her or her friends. As
a reward for her defiance, Entreri kicked her in the stomach. She fell back against the
wall in agony.
"If you were not so important to me I would have let Jarlaxle and his drow friends
have at you, but no, I need you." Entreri said to Catti-brie if not to himself. Satisfied that
she was in a great amount of pain Entreri left the room. Catti-brie managed to looked up at
him leaving before she fell back against the wall in agony.
# # # # # # # # # #
"Does that mean there's damned drow in these tunnels?" Bruenor asked Wulfgar
who was staring off into the side of the tunnel. Wulfgar didn't fully recognize that
Bruenor was talking to him because he was deep in thought. Bruenor was just about to
ask Wulfgar what he thought they should do until Regis came over and tugged on his
sleeve. Bruenor was about to yell at Regis when Regis put his finger to his lips and
pointed into the shadows.
With his senses screaming at him he stared deeply into the shadows. He saw what
Regis had been pointing out. A figure was slowly moving through the shadows. Bruenor
looked back to Wulfgar to see if he had noticed something was amiss. Wulfgar was
tightly gripping his warhammer and his face was set in grim determination. Regis lit a
torch and he walked forward into the shadows. Bruenor and Wulfgar did like wise.
As soon as they started walking forward the figure retreated further back into the
shadows. Regis ran forward at the figure. He heard a curse being muttered in some
language he couldn't recognize. Wulfgar quickly caught up to the halfling. The
mysterious figure was nowhere to be seen.
Wulfgar whirled around when he heard the soft sound of someone dropping to the
ground behind him. He found him staring face to face with a drow warrior. Wulfgar
snarled and swung his mighty war hammer at the drow. In return the drow just laughed
and quickly sidestepped his swing.
"You really thought it would be that easy, barbarian?" The drow asked Wulfgar.
Wulfgar growled again as he swung his hammer. The drow once again sidestepped his
massive swing.
"Where are they?" Wulfgar demanded angrily at the drow. The drow ran his long
slender through his long white mane. He looked innocently at Wulfgar.
"Whom are you talking about?" The drow asked Wulfgar. Wulfgar leapt at the
drow and landed face down on the ground. The drow laughed wickedly at Wulfgar.
Regis rushed up behind the drow and put his little mase on the drow's slender
shoulder. Bruenor walked in front of him and put his sharp axe to the drow's slender
neck.
"Yer not gonna make fun of me boy anymore ye damned drow. Yer gonna tell us
all ye know." Bruenor smiled wickedly as he slid the blade closer to the drow's neck.
"That is if ye want to save yer sorry little neck."
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"In my chambers, no one will think to disturb us." Jarlaxle opened the door and
roughly shoved Drizzt through the door. Drizzt turned and looked at him incredulously.
"Just for show." Jarlaxle replied to his stare with a wink. Drizzt muttered under
his breath but he didn't reply directly to Jarlaxle. Jarlaxle motioned for him to sit down
but Drizzt just stood and looked threateningly at him.
"Let us be done with this business as soon as possible. So do hurry." Drizzt said
with his arms folded across his chest. Jarlaxle almost laughed out loud at the sight but
decided against it for he did not want the drow's shiny scimitar sticking out of his gullet!
Instead of answering him right away Jarlaxle wiggled his fingers and a fine goblet full of
wine appeared in his hand.
"Come let us rest for a spell." Jarlaxle bade Drizzt pointing to a chair in the next
to him. Drizzt lost his stoic demeanor in one of the few times in his life. He grabbed his
scimitars and thrust them within an inch of Jarlaxle's nose.
"Either you tell me what you want or I leave with Catti-brie at my side either for
the good or bad of Jarlaxle!" Drizzt said loudly in a menacing tone. His eyes burned with
an inner fire that even unnerved the steady mercenary. With a wave of his hand the goblet
disappeared.
"Alright then let's get down to business then. Artemis Entreri has something that
needs to be destroyed and perhaps my fair weathered friend needs to be degraded a bit
from his self proclaimed high stature." Jarlaxle told Drizzt. He got right to the point by
adding. "Entreri has the crystal shard."
# # # # # # # # #
"This has got to be it!" Wulfgar called out to Bruenor and the rest of the dwarves.
He was standing outside of a cave, which was hidden underneath the forest. There were
several footprints leading in and out of the cave. Several were light like Drizzt's. Some of
the tracks ran together as if someone had been dragged or forced against their own will.
Bruenor came over and examined the tracks and the entrance of the cave. He
muttered under his breath but he said nothing out loud to Wulfgar. Finally after a long
pause he looked back to the group of anxiously waiting dwarves.
"What are ye all waitin' yer?" He stood facing them with his hands on his hips.
He turned away and led them into the cave. The dwarves felt there way along the cave
with their sensitive hands feeling the hard stone.
The deeper they went the lighter it seemed to get to the dwarves. Bruenor
attributed it to the fact there must be torches burning. The deeper they went the more they
began to doubt their decision to go into the cave. All around them there were noises that
no one could identify. Threatening shadows seem to leer around ever corner, ready to
jump out at them.
After several hours of traveling through the cave they finally saw the torches that
Bruenor was talking about. Only the torches weren't what they were expecting. The
torches were indeed lit but it wasn't the torch itself that was so peculiar. Bruenor went
over to the one of the torches and took a long look at them. The flames were not the
typical array of reds and oranges. The flames were purple and green. The strange flame
didn't give off as much light as a regular flame either. Bruenor was sure he had seen this
strange flame somewhere else. Wulfgar instantly recognized it.
"Fairie fire." He whispered. Bruenor looked at him with a total look of confusion
on his face.
"Whada ye say boy?" Bruenor asked him. Wulfgar's eyes were staring blankly
into the flames.
"Fairie fire, like Drizzt has used." Wulfgar repeated. Bruenor looked away from
him and into the flames. All that were nearby would have seen the surly dwarf's face
blanch under his fiery red beard.
# # # # # # # #
"He has the what? Cadderly told me the shard was destroyed. How could it be so
that he is in possession of it?" Drizzt questioned Jarlaxle after the stunning revelation.
Jarlaxle nodded.
"The shard was destroyed. I was there with him, but Cadderly told us that there
maybe several copies of shard scattered all throughout the realms. He was right. Entreri
stumbled upon this one and it seems to have completely consumed him. He has been bent
on getting you ever sense he came into possession of it. I do not have the power to get the
shard away from him. The shard will consume me to, just as it had before we destroyed
the original." Jarlaxle confirmed for Drizzt.
"Do you have a plan?" Drizzt asked Jarlaxle slowly. Jarlaxle nodded and a wicked
grin formed across his ebony-skinned face as he began to tell Drizzt about his plan.
# # # # # # # # #
"What do you want with me Entreri?" Catti-brie asked him very slowly not sure
how to act. Entreri looked at Catti-brie and he slowly smiled evilly.
"To make you suffer." He whispered slowly to Catti-brie. He knelt down on one
knee and looked into her eyes. She could sense that he was looking for any sign of
weakness so she steeled her gaze. Entreri laughed at her attempt to meet his gaze. He
backed away from her.
"I have taken it upon myself to make everything that ever loved Drizzt Do'Urden
suffer. With the help of this." In his outstretched hand he held out the crystal shard.
"With this I can get the revenge that I so dearly seek! It gives me the powers to do
whatever I wish!" He looked over at Catti-brie. "There is nothing you and your pathetic
little troop can do to stop the likes of Artemis Entreri the all powerful!" He smacked her
across the face to make sure his point got home.
Catti-brie looked up at him through tear-rimmed eyes. She knew she had to stay
strong so she wouldn't give him any kind of ammunition to use on her or her friends. As
a reward for her defiance, Entreri kicked her in the stomach. She fell back against the
wall in agony.
"If you were not so important to me I would have let Jarlaxle and his drow friends
have at you, but no, I need you." Entreri said to Catti-brie if not to himself. Satisfied that
she was in a great amount of pain Entreri left the room. Catti-brie managed to looked up at
him leaving before she fell back against the wall in agony.
# # # # # # # # # #
"Does that mean there's damned drow in these tunnels?" Bruenor asked Wulfgar
who was staring off into the side of the tunnel. Wulfgar didn't fully recognize that
Bruenor was talking to him because he was deep in thought. Bruenor was just about to
ask Wulfgar what he thought they should do until Regis came over and tugged on his
sleeve. Bruenor was about to yell at Regis when Regis put his finger to his lips and
pointed into the shadows.
With his senses screaming at him he stared deeply into the shadows. He saw what
Regis had been pointing out. A figure was slowly moving through the shadows. Bruenor
looked back to Wulfgar to see if he had noticed something was amiss. Wulfgar was
tightly gripping his warhammer and his face was set in grim determination. Regis lit a
torch and he walked forward into the shadows. Bruenor and Wulfgar did like wise.
As soon as they started walking forward the figure retreated further back into the
shadows. Regis ran forward at the figure. He heard a curse being muttered in some
language he couldn't recognize. Wulfgar quickly caught up to the halfling. The
mysterious figure was nowhere to be seen.
Wulfgar whirled around when he heard the soft sound of someone dropping to the
ground behind him. He found him staring face to face with a drow warrior. Wulfgar
snarled and swung his mighty war hammer at the drow. In return the drow just laughed
and quickly sidestepped his swing.
"You really thought it would be that easy, barbarian?" The drow asked Wulfgar.
Wulfgar growled again as he swung his hammer. The drow once again sidestepped his
massive swing.
"Where are they?" Wulfgar demanded angrily at the drow. The drow ran his long
slender through his long white mane. He looked innocently at Wulfgar.
"Whom are you talking about?" The drow asked Wulfgar. Wulfgar leapt at the
drow and landed face down on the ground. The drow laughed wickedly at Wulfgar.
Regis rushed up behind the drow and put his little mase on the drow's slender
shoulder. Bruenor walked in front of him and put his sharp axe to the drow's slender
neck.
"Yer not gonna make fun of me boy anymore ye damned drow. Yer gonna tell us
all ye know." Bruenor smiled wickedly as he slid the blade closer to the drow's neck.
"That is if ye want to save yer sorry little neck."
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