This chapter starts the character on her way to self-awareness of herself, and what she may be up against. The OC and NPC's belong to Obsidian. Reviews are welcome. This chapter deals with sexual situations and some adult language. Some errors in grammar were left for syntax and dialogue.
MEMOIRS OF AN OUTSIDER
Chapter 6: "Greetings"
Khy looked around at the houses and shops that went on as far as she could see. People, hundreds of people milled around and walked past her, not
noticing the new arrivals. Khy was enthralled with everything she could see and Neeshka was elated to be home once again. Neeshka then proceeded to
emulate Khelgar and Elanee with mocking jibes about their sea crossing. Neeshka looked over at Khy and said "Where to first"? "I guess we should
look for my uncle Duncan". Khy said. Elanee hated cities and missed the quiet and security of the Mere. They walked through the city streets, looking
for Duncan's establishment, The Sunken Flagon. "There it is"! Neeshka yelled. They headed into the inn, when Khy noticed a single red rose growing near
the doorway. "This is getting eerie", she thought as she reached out to touch the petals. "It's beautiful", Elanee said."Yes", Khy answered, not
revealing her deep suspicions.
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The small band walked into the tavern, and Khelgar went immediately to the back area where the kegs were kept. Khy saw a man at the back of the room
that favored Daeghun, and walked over to him. "I'm looking for Duncan Furlong", she said,"Can you tell me where I can find him"? The man
rattled off a story about how old Duncan was a drunkard, a lay about, and did not have a penny to his name. Khy told him, she wasn't looking for a hand
out, but that she was Daeghun's foster-daughter. "Well now", Duncan said,"I guess you've come a long way, and don't know anything of why
you're here". Khy nodded, explaining about the attack on West Harbor and the shard. Duncan filled in the some of the gaps about the shard then went
to fetch his from the back room.
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A voice, from near the fireplace, yelled "Hey, boy", several times before Khy realized he was speaking to her. She peeked out from under the brim of her
hat at the man, who then yelled for her to grab a tankard, and bring it to him. Neeshka began giggling, as Khy clutched the large mug of mead, and then
turned toward the table. She walked over to the man, placing the tankard on the table in front of him. He said nothing. As she headed back toward her
friends, she noticed a large wolf lying at the man's feet. Khy was somewhat familiar with the ways of the wolf. Having watched the packs who roamed
freely in the Mere, she knew their greetings. She knelt down, showing submissiveness, and cautiously eased her hand out in front of her. The man looked
down and nodded to the wolf, hoping that Karnwyr would bite the lad. Duncan had returned with his shard and was about to say something to Khy, when
Elanee put her hand up to stop him. The wolf crept over to the prone figure, and sniffed the outstretched hand. Khy slowly sat up and softly said, "Late
draug" (Honored wolf), as she began to stroke and scratch the furry creature. "Bishop", Duncan shouted,"Take care now with the wolf". Neeshka
asked Elanee what Khy had said to the wolf. Elanee told her that she called him "Honored wolf". Bishop overheard the conversation and said,"Honored
wolf my ass"! He looked down to see the wolf on his back with the lad petting his stomach. "Karnwyr", he yelled,"You good for nothing flea bait".
The wolf jumped up, and returned to his place at the man's feet. "Get the hell away from here boy", he said angrily. He returned to his drink, as Khy
rushed back to her companions.
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The party continued their discussion on the origins of the shards, when they were suddenly interrupted by a very scholarly elf. Insults were traded
between the elf and Duncan, who finally introduced him as Sand. Khy and Duncan recounted the details of the shards to Sand and the battle at West
Harbor with the bladelings. The King of shadows was mentioned as a plausible candidate behind the attacks. Duncan then asked him to attempt a scrying
once more. The explosion of energy knocked them all to the floor. Sand suggested further study of the fragments by a man named Aldanon, who lived in
the Blacklake district of the city. Blacklake had been closed due to a recent murder and the only way to enter would be to join the City watch or the
thieves' guild. Things had definitely become more complicated in her quest to solve the shard mystery.
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Khy talked her options over with her companions, as the choice would affect them too. She knew Marshal Cormick at the city watch, and that seemed her
best choice, but Neeshka wanted to return to her roots at the thieves' guild. Even though Khy had trained as a rogue, she gravitated toward the City
watch. Neeshka was not pleased, but relented to keep the peace. Duncan was clandestinely thrilled with his nieces' decision. He knew all too well how
the thieves operated, and he would fear for her safety. With the assessment made, Duncan showed the party where they would stay, and that he would
provide food, lodging and drink as long as necessary. Khy thanked him, promising not to stay too long and tie up his business. They sat down for an
evening of food, drink and dialogue. Khy told everyone goodnight, and went to her room to retire. She removed all of her clothes, except for her chemise
and trewes, and then climbed into the warm, comfortable bed as sleep overtook her. The others remained, talking and drinking far into the night. Bishop
had become annoyed with their loud behavior, and moved to a table near the doorway to the sleeping quarters.
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A shrill scream woke Khy from a deep sleep. Startled, she jumped up, grabbed a blade. "That's Neeshka", she thought as she flew out of her room and
burst through the door to the common room. Seeing Neeshka standing on top of a table shrieking, Khy leapt, sailing through the air, and landed beside
her. "What's wrong", she said breathless, ready to pounce and defend her friend. "Sssssnake"! Neeshka yelled pointing to the very large reptile Elanee
was holding. "Poor little fellow got lost", Elanee said as she carried the snake outside.
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Bishop had been watching, amused by the antics of the demon girl. A white flash blew past him, soaring through the air to land upon the table near him.
"What in the nine hells", he said, staring at the lithe form. He remained motionless, afraid that the dream that had appeared from nowhere would
vanish. He gazed at her rich, creamy skin that looked tawny in the firelight. Her legs were perfectly molded, sculpted with sinewy muscles. Her hair, a
silvery-white color, cascaded down around her in luxurious waves. The sight of her astounded him. "Who is she", he thought as he saw her hop down
from the table and walk to the fireplace, followed by the tiefling. The fire created a backlight, showing her body through the thin chemise. From his angle,
he could see her rounded buttocks and the curve of her waist that led to her high, ample breasts. There was a quality to her features that would be
recognized as beauty by anyone who saw her. He knew without a doubt, that he had never before seen a more beautiful woman. "She must be one of
Ophala's girls", he thought as he contrived an explanation for her presence. "He had not seen her enter the Flagon; she must have been servicing
one of Duncan's boarders". "I'll have to speak to Ophala about the new blood", he said to himself. He shifted in his chair, to get a better look and to
hide the increasing fullness between his legs.
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Khy heard a noise room across the room and saw Bishop sitting there. Neeshka could see the way he leered at Khy, and said "You should go back to
sleep, I'm fine". "Okay", she said as she crossed the room heading for the door. When she passed Bishop, he took hold of arm and pulled her toward
him. He looked into her amazing golden eyes, which seemed to blaze with a hidden fire. She had a perpetual hint of a light blush upon her cheeks, and
the illusion of a soft glow around her. Khy was mesmerized by his haunting amber eyes that took on the appearance of a deep orange with the firelight.
She could not move, as if she were trapped in the web of a spider, waiting for the kill. "Tell Ophala", he said,"I'll pay whatever she wants". "What"?
Khy answered, confused by his words."Just let Ophala know I'll be there tomorrow night, and money is no problem". He said loosening his grip on
her arm. He then let his hand fall from her arm to her hip, tracing the shape with his knuckles. "You'll be worth every gold piece she asks". He said
smirking. The thought of plunging his hard cock into her warm, wet, well sent chills down his spine as he licked his lips and winked at her.
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Suddenly Neeshka was there, pulling her away from him and saying "Go on to bed, I'll explain in the morning". Khy nodded and left. Neeshka sat on
the table, staring angrily at Bishop."Leave her alone"! She said to the brooding man. Bishop laughed and shook his head. "She's not one of Ophala's
whores, you bastard"! Neeshka roared."If I ever see you touch her again, I'll cut your throat before you can blink"! "Who are you, her keeper"?
Bishop replied."You stupid idiot", Neeshka said with venom in her voice,"She's Duncan's niece, get it". "Okay, okay" he said sneering, "Have it your
way". "Just where did she come from, and why haven't I seen her before now". He asked. Neeshka replied as she turned to leave, "She was
playing with your wolf this afternoon, or don't you remember". Bishop tried to hide his shock as he said under his breath, "I'll be damned"! "So
she was the boy," he said. "Falling down on the job, aren't you fur ball". He yelled to the wolf lying at his feet. Karnwyr just cocked his head and
grunted.