Jessi: Just a note about this story: I'm not doing a direct novelization of the Solaufein mod. I might use a few ideas from it but mostly everything will be written by me :) Anything I use will be mentioned in the disclaimer.
Imoen swung the pillow, bringing it down onto the head of Uriel. The only response was a muffled grunt and a dark hand emerging from beneath the quilts to gesture rudely at the pink-haired thief.
She rolled her eyes and leapt onto the wide bed, bouncing up and down. A groan rose from the elf huddled underneath the covers but he tried bravely to ignore the thief. At long last, after several moments of this torture, Uriel crawled slowly out from the warm hollow he'd made.
One glance at her brother's glare told Imoen that she'd be best off investigating breakfast. With the satisfaction of a job well done and a burst of early morning energy she jumped halfway across the room and ran out into the corridor, a cheery grin on her face.
The sun elf sighed and fell back onto the pillows, trying to bring back his sweet dreams. Another sigh escaped him when he realized that he was fully awake.
As he pulled out some clothing from his pack he thought about those same dreams. He didn't understand why the grey-eyes drow from last night had haunted them so.
"He's a total stranger Uriel," he said, shoving his foot firmly into his boot for emphasis, "He'll give you the mission and the reward and that'll be the last you see of him."
Solaufein massaged his temples, wincing. The way to the devourer's city was short, merely a five minute journey from the drow city. Yet less than half-way through he was already developing a splitting headache.
He turned towards the source of his headache, putting on his harshest glare. Unfortunately, the two arguing stragglers were completely ignoring him in favour of screaming at each other in the most oddly accented Drow he'd ever heard. It didn't help that both of them were considerably taller than he was. He looked from one to the other, trying to decide whether to deal with the shaven-headed one or the mage first.
"It's really best to let it stop on its own," Veldrin, the leader of the Ched Nasad party, gave a long-suffering sigh and sat down heavily on a nearby rock, "How long do we have until the mind flayers come?"
"One hour."
"Plenty of time."
Solaufein took another glance at Minsc and Edwin then settled down next to Uriel, keeping one hand on his sword hilt. The disguised sun elf began checking Carsomyr, making sure that the blade was ready for use.
Unknown to the Bhaalspawn, a certain fighter-mage was using the opportunity to get a closer look.
True to his upbringing, Solaufein assessed the danger the younger one could pose. The way he handled his massive double-handed blade spoke of experience. His armour, realized Solaufein with a jolt, was made of red dragon scales. The deep crimson colour of the half-plate went nicely with his glossy ebony skin as did the white shirt he wore beneath it.
Solaufein continued his observations. The other male's face was delicate, even pretty. With the long white hair that hung down his back and partly concealed his face he could easily be mistaken for a female.
Two loud slaps drew the drow's attention away from the pretty male. One of the Ched Nasad females, the one with the braided hair, had stopped the fight by slapping them both with the flat of her sheathed scimitar.
The younger male smiled in relief and Solaufein was not the only one who saw him mouth a silent thanks to Jaheira.
Uriel held Carsomyr at the ready, both of his hands curled around the hilt. His eyes scanned the dark landscape constantly, watching for the first sign of mind flayers. Something hissed to his right and he spun around quickly.
It was only the trailing edge of Edwin's cloak and the sun elf lowered his blade, resting his chin on the pommel stone. The movement caused his hair to fall forward across his face, concealing it in a thick white curtain. It was something that had always made him feel better, ever since he was a child, though he'd never been able to give a reason for it.
"It is done," Solaufein got up from his cross-legged position, setting down a tiny statue. It crackled with magical sparks as it drew the mind flayers out of the astral plane.
Uriel flicked his waist-length hair behind his back, readying Carsomyr once again. Various rasps of steel echoed through the cavern as his companions drew their own weapons.
There was a screech from Solaufein's statue and abruptly the illithids were amongst them.
Minsc let out a howl and charged the nearest foe, a massive umberhulk. The two mages, Edwin and Imoen sent two volleys of Magic Missiles into a mind flayer.
Abruptly pain seized Uriel, turning the blood in his veins into fire. As he sank to the floor all he could hear was that cold methodical voice in his ear,
Awaken godchild. It is time for more... experiments.