And yet again I hace discovered I own absolutely nothing. So tragic...
Chapter 3:Agood nights' sleep.
Aiden:
I found myself looking above a dark, round room. It didn't feel like a dream, it was so real.
The room was only alit by a few-but large-torches. The flames reflected on a morbid statue of a half-spider Drow, stained with dried blood. There was also a dark, seemingly endless pit. The statue and the pit would have sent shivers up my spine, if I had one at that moment. A couple of Drow, apparently wizards, were preparing something.
A dark female voice echoed in my head: "Ah great. Matron Synvil's male-brothel."
"Who's there?" I asked. My voice sent a echo too.
"What the vith?" the voice echoed. The word 'vith' made me realize.
"You're...you're the Drow from the inn. The one who said she would help us.
"Ah, yes, you must be the purple-head. What was you're name again. Violet?."
I mentally rolled my eyes and had a sudden flashback of the first time I met Tomi. Why didn't I just die my hair pink? "My name's Aiden. It's an absolute displeasure"
"Likewise" she said in a monotone voice.
I shifted my attention back to the tower-room. A female Drow entered . Her long hair was platinum blonde and her dark indigo skin was very well exposed, her black 'armor' only covering what was necessary. The drow's crimson eyes bore a commanding gaze. And a whip?
"Who's the stripper? I asked.
"That would be the Valsharess."
"That's the great, dangerous Valsharess?" I said, cackling. "What is she going to do? Lap-dance us to death?"
She made a small noise, like she wanted to say something, but was cut off by the Dominatrix she-wench.
"I trust that your preparations are complete" she said to one of the wizards with a threatening tone.
"Cool, she also sounds like a guy."
"Could you do the entire Material Plane a favor and SHUT UP!"
The wizard cowered in fear. Man, that whip must be painful, or they were eunuchs. "Very nearly, dread mistress, it will only be a matter of..."
He was cut off, "Do not test my patience, ibilth. Would you have me wait, I the terror of all the Underdark, The Dark Queen of Shadow?"
"Ibilth?" I asked.
"Excrement."
"Yup, he's a eunuch."
"Ah...of course not, m-my mistress" the wizard blabbered, fear evident on his face.
"Then proceed." The Valsharess said flatly. "I wish to see this being who my agents say can stop my great rise."
" I-I don't think a-anyone can stop you now, great Valsharess..."
" So I thought," the Valsharess oozed cockiness. "But my agents have resources beyond the means of mortals". Let me guess, she's so good in bed that she now considers herself a goddess. "This being will be my undoing, so they say, if I do not act in time." She paused for moment, "So proceed, wizard, I will wait no further."
The wizard nodded in fearful obedience. He and the others started some weird ritual. I never understood these fancy magic rituals. I only had some experience from Neverwinter but even then I couldn't realize what the wizards or clerics are supposed to be doing. It just seemed like weird chanting and flashes. My "vision-mate" seemed to understand more.
"An augury? What is she up to?"
I finally paid attention to what was happening. A pentagram formed on the floor and with a sudden flash, two images formed. It was an exact replica of me and the half-drow. Confusion struck me. What was she up too?
The Valsharess's crimson eyes flashed with anger. "What's this? A surfacer male? And one of our own? The Devir descendant?" She turned her glare to the wizard. "Have your spells become faulty, fool!"
"O-of c-course not, m-my mistress. T-this is indeed an image of the o-ones who shall defeat y..."
With one spell, the Valsharess burned the wizard alive. "I will not be defeated" she said with dark determination. "This image shows but a threat. It shall be dealt with like the others."
She addressed a fully-clothed version of herself. "Talabriina, remove this dead fool and summon my Red Sisters"
"Yes, Mother." she said.
"And...you, kivvil." she turned to my image, a dangerous gleam in her eye. "Who ever you are and whatever threat you pose, you and the treacherous mongrel will not be able to hide. The drow shall strike swiftly and without mercy, as you well know."
I still couldn't completely comprehend what the heck was happening. But I did realize we were in trouble and from what I've seen of the Drow, in serious trouble...
Suddenly, the image disappeared, and I was in control of my body again. I quickly opened my eyes and got up. I was in my room at the inn again. A green light caught my eye in the dark, followed by a whispered voice.
"Oloth plynn dos."
Drisinil:
I broke from my dream, falling from my bed in the process.
"Crap." I muttered. I got up from the unnecessarily hard floor, muttering different obscenities. But my eyes widened at the sight of a dagger in my bed, exactly where my head was if I hadn't fallen. "Double crap."
"Did I forget to pay my drink or something?" I asked picking up my rapier from under the bed and turning around. The drow assassin just removed her dagger from the bed and then lunged towards me.
"And now you die." she snarled.
I casually sidestepped just when her short sword was about to hit me. Instead, it dug into the wall, freezing instantly. She tried to get the sword out. No luck,
it was stuck
As foolish as it seemed, I took my time to look at how she desperately tried to pull the sword out. Eventually she turned to face, fear in her eyes.
I grinned. "Correction, now you die."
Before she could do anything, I plunged my rapier in her chest, the blade literally burning through her skin.
"You should have worked on your battle cry more, dear" I taunted as she gave her last breath.
I removed her mask. Even though she had the markings of a Red Sister, she wasn't familiar to me. She also had the violet markings of a new graudate. A stupid one, also.
I grabbed my backpack from under my bed just in case she had friends coming and went into the inn corridor. The fat rivvil's daughter came out of Aiden's room, a mischievous grin on her face. Either she was a drow assassin in disguise or the purple-head had the smart idea of sleeping in his underwear.
I entered his room. The corpse of another Red Sister lay on the floor. I was right, Aiden was in his underwear and apparently the assassin managed to steal his equipment.
"What was that all about?"
"The Valsharess wants us dead."
"I have no idea."
"I dont think that would suprise me, actually." I thought about looking at the corpse of the other asassin but decided against it. Too much morbid sadism isn't good for your stomach.
The purple-head muttered to himself, "Great, now where am I going to get some clothes?"
I rolled my eyes then stripped the assassin of her armor and threw it to him. "You want her breast-band with that?"
"But of course. Did you know I collect undergarments?"
"What?"
"Nothing."
"Well, it would go nicely with your hair. Paint a a green flower and it would be perfect" refering to his green eyes.
I got out of the room when I had the advantage of the last word. I was horribly irritated. Every part of my body, from my eyes to my vital organs screamed for me to just lie someplace, anyplace and sleep for days, months...years. And my current situation, allying with the rivven and more recently having the Red Sisters on my back wasn't a big consolation. I could see it now "Pissing people off for dummies".
I entered the bathroom, noticing several jugs of water. I didn't have the time, nor the mood to bathe myself, so I settled with my hair, and thus went to the process of unbraiding it and then washing it. The cold water driping on my face wasn't enough to wash away a week without sleep, but it was welcoming nontheless.
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Linu:
I groaned again: "Tomi, dear. Please come out of the bathroom. We should get going"
"No bloody way. Just in case ya would like to form a river o'liquid shit here. That half-drow hag. I'M GONNA KILL HER!" he shouted.
Sharwyn grinned, "Its not like you ever learn. May I remind you the incident with the drow cleric when..."
"DON'T REMIND ME, I nearly lost me manhood after that..."
"If you ever had one, that is..." the bard muttered.
Aiden came walked down the stares. He was wearing a black suit of leather armor and carrying a longsword.
"Are you all right Aiden?" I asked with concern. Tamsil, Durnan's daughter said that a drow assassin attacked his room.
He grinned, "Well, this armor is a little tight across the chest but the ones in the armory where..."
I scowled at him, "I'm all right, Linu"
A repulsive sound came from the public bathroom: "Oi me, that was a big one".
Aiden's eyes narrowed: Don't tell me he..."
Deekin nodded. "Me knows, Boss. Why is halfing sits in bathroom making bubbles. We has epic edventure to unfold still..."
It was Drisinil's turn to come down. Her silver hair was wet and unbraided but she still kept her 'charming' expression.
"It seems you didn't draw the flower" she said to Aiden, grinning.
The door of the bathroom slammed open and there stood an angry Tomi. "YOU."
"Problem, wael?" she asked flatly.
"I'm gonna.." He said drawing his kukri.
"Annoy me to death with your terrible exclamation, maybe?"
"Children?" Dealan said. "Maybe we should get going. Durnan is waiting for us.
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We were in the common room. Durnan was saying some final things to us before we went into Undermountain.
I picked up a child's voice. " Lets play war. I'll be the soldier and you be the drow. That way I get to win".
"Very well, if you insist" it was Drisinil's voice.
"DRISINIL!" I shouted and saw the half-drow with her rapier half-unsheathed.
The entire inn looked around and I saw the mother of the child collect him.
We stood up and went to the well. "I dont recall giving you my name, darthiir" she said coldly. I gulped.
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