Jessi: I do not own Forgotten Realms. I do however own the characters
(apart from Baazelbul who is offical property of wizards of the Coast) and
my beloved muse Tiamet.
I'd also like to wish Gwen6 luck with his GCSEs and inform him that he'd
better pass or I'll hunt him down.
Yami led Asgwrn into the trees- towards the grave. She had dug Ceffyl's grave herself. She liked to think that his discarded bones were becoming part of the trees and the grass here.
Asgwrn patted the earth,
"Poor Ceffyl. What happened Yami?"
The alabastar elf told him about Baazelbul. By the end of it she was sitting with Asgwrn at the graveside,. his arm aroung her shoulders.
"What could Baazelbul want with us?"
"Dante... He was after Dante," Yami growled and made her hands into fists, "But he won't take him... Not while I'm still here!"
Asgwrn smiled,
"There's the Yami Shadowblade I married!"
Yami felt for the chain around her neck. At the end of it was a platinum ring- one of a pair. She stroked the elegant elven runes engraved on it, smiling as she thought back to the day, twenty three years ago when she and Asgwrn had stood at Corellon Larethian's altar to exchange their vows.
"Am I interrupting?" Dante emerged from behind a tree, a flowing cloak concealing his body. He looked more sickly than ever and his hands were shaking.
"Dante!" the elven archmage stood and reached out to his son.
"NO!" Dante darted away into the church, leaving a shocked Asgwrn standing.
"He won't let anyone touch him..." Yami wrapped her arms around her husband, "It's been like that ever since..." She trailed off and laid her head on Asgwrn's shoulder.
"Maybe I could..." Asgwrn took his wife's arm and together the elves entered the church.
Dante was sitting before the altar, sobbing, whisphering and rocking backwards and forwards. Asgwrn exchanged worried looks with Yami,
"Dante... why won't you let us touch you?"
The tiefling's blood-red gaze settled on the elves,
"My blood... My blood is bad... tainted... It whispers to me... telling me things... changing me..." Dante unclipped his cloak, letting it flow down his back and fall to the ground. Asgwrn's eyes widened,
"How...?"
From Dante's back sprouted massive, bat-like wings. They were the same tan colour as his skin with white membrane.
Yami knelt by her son,
"Dante..."
Abrubtly something shot out from the shadows. It hit Asgwrn and sent the elven archmage into a tree. He slid to the ground, unconsious.
Yami sprang to her feet katana in hand. She saw that the thing that attacked her husband was... a tentacle. She had no time to think of this as another tentacle rammed into her stomach...
A tentacle armed with a bone spike.
Dante's eye widened in horror as his mother was pinned against a tree. Marwolaeth fell from her trembling fingers.
On the perimeter of the church stood Baazelbul, the tentacles having attacked from a writhing mass of the things on his back.
"Hello, little plane-touched..."
Behind Dante the alabastar elf whimpered in agony.
"I have come for you Dante... I have come for you... my son..."
Yami led Asgwrn into the trees- towards the grave. She had dug Ceffyl's grave herself. She liked to think that his discarded bones were becoming part of the trees and the grass here.
Asgwrn patted the earth,
"Poor Ceffyl. What happened Yami?"
The alabastar elf told him about Baazelbul. By the end of it she was sitting with Asgwrn at the graveside,. his arm aroung her shoulders.
"What could Baazelbul want with us?"
"Dante... He was after Dante," Yami growled and made her hands into fists, "But he won't take him... Not while I'm still here!"
Asgwrn smiled,
"There's the Yami Shadowblade I married!"
Yami felt for the chain around her neck. At the end of it was a platinum ring- one of a pair. She stroked the elegant elven runes engraved on it, smiling as she thought back to the day, twenty three years ago when she and Asgwrn had stood at Corellon Larethian's altar to exchange their vows.
"Am I interrupting?" Dante emerged from behind a tree, a flowing cloak concealing his body. He looked more sickly than ever and his hands were shaking.
"Dante!" the elven archmage stood and reached out to his son.
"NO!" Dante darted away into the church, leaving a shocked Asgwrn standing.
"He won't let anyone touch him..." Yami wrapped her arms around her husband, "It's been like that ever since..." She trailed off and laid her head on Asgwrn's shoulder.
"Maybe I could..." Asgwrn took his wife's arm and together the elves entered the church.
Dante was sitting before the altar, sobbing, whisphering and rocking backwards and forwards. Asgwrn exchanged worried looks with Yami,
"Dante... why won't you let us touch you?"
The tiefling's blood-red gaze settled on the elves,
"My blood... My blood is bad... tainted... It whispers to me... telling me things... changing me..." Dante unclipped his cloak, letting it flow down his back and fall to the ground. Asgwrn's eyes widened,
"How...?"
From Dante's back sprouted massive, bat-like wings. They were the same tan colour as his skin with white membrane.
Yami knelt by her son,
"Dante..."
Abrubtly something shot out from the shadows. It hit Asgwrn and sent the elven archmage into a tree. He slid to the ground, unconsious.
Yami sprang to her feet katana in hand. She saw that the thing that attacked her husband was... a tentacle. She had no time to think of this as another tentacle rammed into her stomach...
A tentacle armed with a bone spike.
Dante's eye widened in horror as his mother was pinned against a tree. Marwolaeth fell from her trembling fingers.
On the perimeter of the church stood Baazelbul, the tentacles having attacked from a writhing mass of the things on his back.
"Hello, little plane-touched..."
Behind Dante the alabastar elf whimpered in agony.
"I have come for you Dante... I have come for you... my son..."