The OC and NPC's belon to Obsisian. Some sexual content and adult language is contained in this chapter. A few mistakes in grammar were left for syntax and dialogue.
MEMOIRS OF AN OUTSIDER
Chapter: 22 "The King's pawn"
"Give me one good reason not to kill your sorry ass". Khy told the wizard. "I have the last part of the ritual", he replied, "If you kill me, it will be
lost forever". "Good point", she said, "With the statue destroyed, no one else may receive the blessing". "Looks like we're stuck with each
other". Khy said sitting next to the irritated man. Ammon began to tell her how he could and would have destroyed the King of Shadows, if she had not
gotten in the way. That once he collected all the fragments of the sword of Gith and then reformed the mighty blade, he would be prepared for the
approach of hostilities. Khy listened to him relate the tale of the first battle he fought against the shadow king. Ammon went on about the dire
circumstances of the siege and the final outcome. "Well", Khy said, "You would not have gained all the missing pieces". Jerro laughed at her, saying
that once he had taken the shards that she possessed, it would be enough. "You don't understand", she said as she pulled open her armor, revealing
her scar, "This shard you would not have found"! He stared at the mark as Khy revealed what she knew of the great battle. "Ammon", she said firmly,
"In spite of our mutual dislike for one another, I suggest we make the best of this situation". "We work together to rid this menace once and for
all". Jerro nodded as the two shook hands to seal the pact.
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"Captain", Grobnar, said, "There is someone here to see you". Khy looked over to see Sir Nevalle waiting by the entrance of the Phoenix Tail. She knelt
down, facing the little man and hugged him tightly. She was aware of the close relationship that he too had with Shandra, and wanted him to know
she could feel his pain. "We shall miss her always", she said softly, "But, in our hearts she will live on". Khy could see tears in the gnome's eyes as
she embraced him once more before greeting her guest. "Sir Nevalle", she said walking toward the attractive man, "What brings you to the keep"?
Before he could speak, Sydney Natalie's assistant interrupted with news from his mistress. Nevalle angrily told the man to be quiet, he had orders from
the King for the Captain. Nevalle explained that Lord Nasher requested Khy's presence immediately at the castle and they should make haste. She
quickly gathered her equipment and told her companions the destination of her journey as she mounted the steed provided by the King and waved
farewell. She and Nevalle rode swiftly throughout the day and reached the city at nightfall.
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Khy had no idea why the King insisted on her appearance with such urgency. Nevalle led her to a small room and then presented a ceremonial
sword and sir coat to her, the cloak and emblem of a knight. She stared incredulous at the smiling man as Nevalle explained that Lord Nasher would
be bestowing knighthood upon her. Khy donned the long cloak and followed Nevalle down a long corridor toward the throne room. Suddenly they
were attacked by wraiths and vampires, and the castle defenses sealed the king away from his guard. They fought through the droves of evil
assassins trying to reach the king as Khy saw a shadow reaver descend into the throne room. Nevalle shouted for her to follow him and she ran
after him as the assailants nipped at her heels. Nevalle ran into a large room then grabbed her, pulling her close as he slammed and secured the
door. The knight had her gripped tightly about the waist; with her feet, dangling as he slowly lowered her to the floor. Khy felt a rush of lust, feeling
his body pressed against hers. The look in his eyes told her that he returned the deep longing as they stood for a moment, locked in a gaze of desire.
The loud noise outside the room snapped them back to the peril of the King. Nevalle spoke of Neverneath, a secret passage under the castle that led
to the throne room. Khy said, "Wish me luck", as she bolted from the room toward the hidden entrance.
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Vampires, wraiths, mephitis and rigorous questioning about her loyalty hindered her way to the King's side. Finally, she burst through the last
obstacle and rescued Lord Nasher, giving him the rod of Halueth Never. With the scepter, the King now had control of the ancient castle defenses
and opened the gates to his waiting nine. Nasher knighted the girl without ceremony, there on the steps of his throne. Khy was overwhelmed by the
honor and gasped in unbelief as the King then asked her to become one of his cherished nine. She accepted the confirmation of title and rank, which
was the epitome of respect and admiration. The current nine filed by and kissed her hand as Lord Nasher presented Khy as Knight Captain of
Crossroad Keep. Wine was served as they raised their glasses and toasted her health. Nevalle whispered in her ear, "I look forward to the pleasure of
fighting by your side". Khy noticed that once again, he stressed the word "pleasure", and she now knew why. The King allocated several tasks for her
to complete that would aid the Kingdom in its liberation from the King of Shadows."Sir Nevalle will be assigned to your keep to aid you in these
endeavors". Lord Nasher said. "Thank you sire", she said, "I will do all within my power to destroy the darkness that looms over our people". She
bowed to the King and his loyal guard as she left the room. "I'll escort you out Lady Khy". Sir Nevalle said. "Return promptly Nevalle", the King
shouted as they turned to leave, "I have something to discuss with you". They walked ahead to the castle gates as Khy felt a hand slip under her
cloak and caress her behind. She pretended not to notice as she said her goodbyes and returned to the keep.
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"Are you truly unharmed my lord"? Sir Nevalle asked the King with concern in his voice. "Yes Nevalle". The King said flatly. "She is quite remarkable,
this new knight of mine", Lord Nasher said, "Do you not agree Nevalle". The knight nodded as Lord Nasher said, "We must speak confidentially for
a moment". Nevalle followed the King into his private chambers and closed the door. Nevalle felt a little apprehensive and spoke first breaking the long
silence. "What is it that you wish of me my lord"? "I seek your complicity in a small enterprise", Nasher said, "A scheme to benefit all of
Neverwinter". "Your will is mine". Nevalle replied, baffled by the King's request. "You know of Lord Flakmoor"? The king asked. "I have heard the
name my lord, a Luskan noble". Nevalle said. "Lord Flakmoor has a somewhat affinity to Neverwinter due primarily to that of his late wife".
"She was fortunate to be born here", the King said. "And he sits on the Luskan council". Sir Nevalle nodded as the monarch continued with his
thoughts. "Lord Flakmoor is in poor health and will soon succumb to his illness". "His seat will then pass to his son, Dorien". Nevalle listened
closely, confused at the King's speech. Nasher looked sternly into Nevalle's eyes and said,"A union of a Luskan Lord and a citizen of Neverwinter
would greatly relieve the tensions of both cities"!
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The realization of what his Lord and King was suggesting, hit him hard. "Khy". Nevalle stated softly. "Yes", Nasher said smiling, "A hero of Neverwinter,
a Knight Captain and a member of the royal nine". "A match of great prestige such as this would go far in mending hostilities with our Luskan
adversaries". "And what of the Knight Captain, would she agree to such nuptials"? Nevalle asked. "She will do what is necessary for
Neverwinter", Nasher said firmly,"She has sworn allegiance and will take her duty to me and that of Neverwinter with the utmost of devotion".
Nevalle lowered his head in resignation to his Lord's wishes and said, "When would this marriage take place"? "After this nasty business with the
King of Shadows is resolved", The King said, "I have been in contact with Lord Flakmoor and have sung the praises of our dear Knight Captain".
Nasher said laughing, "Flakmoor quickly made the proposal for his son and young Dorien will be arriving soon to meet our lovely Khy". "Once
Dorien gets a look at her, the bargain will be sealed"! The King said confidently. "After all that she has sacrificed", Nevalle, thought, "Ending up as a
pawn for peace just does not sit well". Sir Nevalle watched as Lord Nasher paced around the room mumbling to himself, and let his mind drift away. He
recalled the disconcerting incident in the guardroom when he had snatched her from harm while closing and bolting the door. He had looked down upon
her exquisite face compelled by her golden eyes and full delectable lips. She was breathing hard from the attack, eyes wide and mouth open, gasping for
air. He could sense the warmth of her body pressed to his and fought the urge to hold her tight and to kiss her with all the passion he felt for her.
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"Gods", he thought, "What am I doing"? He respected and admired the girl; he needed to wipe everything else from his mind. "My lord", Nevalle asked
his King, "There are many in Luskan who want her dead". "Do you not fear for her safety"? "She is a knight of Neverwinter Nevalle", Nasher said
angrily, "My concern for her is as it would be with any of those in my service". "This arrangement is much too important to let fear guide our
decisions". "Besides", The King continued, "You know what she has accomplished as do I, and with her resolve Luskan will not best her"! "Yes,
my lord", Nevalle said soberly, "If you do not require my assistance any further, I should begin preparations for the ensuing conflict". "You may
go Nevalle". The King said lost in thought. Nevalle left the room and walked slowly to his quarters longing to rid himself of the intense heaviness of his
heart.
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When Khy returned to the keep, she found an old friend waiting for her. "Bevil", she shouted and ran to the familiar face throwing her arms around
him, "What are you doing here"? Bevil seemed a little wary of his old chum's new-found zeal. She had always been so quiet and withdrawn back at
West Harbor and now she smiled while embracing him. He explained that he had left the village before the attack and made his way to the keep to
aid in her struggle. Khy told him of her sorrow at the loss of his family and that she would like him to take over duties as a sergeant here at the
keep. While they were speaking, arms encircled her waist as Bishop nuzzled her neck and asked, "An old lover of yours"? "No", she said looking at
Bevil, "But I have to confess Bevil, I had a huge crush on you when I was younger". "You did"! He said amazed. Khy nodded and told him that when
she found out that he liked Amie, she was truly disappointed. "See Kana and she will tell you what needs to be done"? Khy told her old friend as she
walked up the hill with Bishop into the keep. "Welcome home Knight Captain"! Kana yelled as everyone gathered around to voice their approvals.
Casavir walked up to her and kissed her hand saying, "My lady Khy", as he bowed. "Cas", she said, "Don't do that, it's just me under this garb".
Casavir's eyes widened as he said, "Tyr be blessed, you are one of the nine"! "You're one of Nasher's nine"? Neeshka asked. Khy nodded seeing
Bishop Storm off, as the noise of voices grew louder with praise.
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Khy spoke with Master Veedle on the upgrades to the keep, which to her amazement were now complete. He suggested that a church and tower
would round out the keep and Khy agreed. "The tower would be wonderful", she said, "Sir Nevalle and I were discussing a place where the nine
would reside". The conversation pleased the man and he sped away to begin the new buildings. Just then, Sir Nevalle arrived with news for the Knight
Captain from the King. It had been two weeks since her knighthood had taken place and she had seen the gorgeous man. Nevalle told her that the King
would be presenting her to the court of nobles' tomorrow night at the castle. "What does that mean"? She asked. Nevalle explained that Lord Nasher
would introduce her to all the nobles of Neverwinter along with a few foreign dignitaries and ambassadors. "It is a very large celebration and you my
lady are the center of the gala". Khy giggled with excitement as she asked Kana to make sure her armor would be clean and her cloak laundered.
Nevalle shook his head and said, "No my lady, you must be dressed in a formal gown". Khy looked dejected as she told him that she did not own a
dress. He responded with, "A well known lady of Neverwinter heard the news and sent these along with her compliments". A large chest was
carried into the great hall followed by a small woman. "This is Marita", Nevalle said, "She will assist you with the dress and your hair, be ready by
early morning so we may arrive at the castle tomorrow evening".
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The gift it seems was from Ophala. Khy bathed and wrapped herself in a blanket as Marita brushed her hair. When Marita removed the gown from
the box, Khy gasped at the absolute beauty of the garment. It shimmered like liquid silver and she could feel the soft silky fabric cling to her skin as
she slipped the gown over her head. The golden bodice encased her large bosom with tendrils that cupped each breast as a hand and fingers would.
Marita pulled the lacings in the back tight, which enhanced her small waist even further and supported her massive breasts. Khy stepped into the
small delicate slippers as Marita brushed her hair to the side and bound it with golden cords. Neeshka and Elanee had been watching the
transformation with great interest and now shouted their approvals. A white velvet cape covered her shoulders as she entered the great hall to
meet with Nevalle. Ooo's and ahh's were heard from her companions when she walked into the room. Casavir took her hands in his and said,
"Others have said they have seen angels and I now gaze upon one myself". He gently kissed her cheek as Nevalle took her arm and led her to the
waiting carriage.
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The carriage ride turned into a free-for-all as Khy bounced from one side of the coach to the other on the rocky roads. Sir Nevalle just smiled as she
tried to maintain her composure during the difficult journey. Upon arriving, she was escorted through the great halls and overheard some of the
grand ladies whispering as she passed. She heard the words parvenu, usurper and harbinger of destruction. She made a point of remembering the
names and planned to ask Sand when she returned to the keep. She entered the elaborate banquet room and was awed by the exquisite furnishings
within. The long table was swathed in a thick covering of red velvet that draped the edges and pooled in puddles around it. Large gold colored
chairs were scattered throughout the room and were accompanied by plush footstools. Khy curtsied to the King and was introduced to a Luskan
noble named Dorien Flakmoor. Dorien took her hand and slowly turned her in a circle as he appraised her form. "You are very lovely my dear", the man
said, "And I hear you are a member of Lord Nasher's celebrated nine". Khy smiled and nodded as Lord Nasher acquainted her with a few others. They
were standing near an alcove when suddenly she felt hands caressing her buttocks. She turned and saw no one, "Must be nerves", she thought. The
women were seated at the table as Khy sat in the place indicated by the King, which was at the head of the intricate table. She received a glass of
wine from the steward and sat patiently as the men roamed about talking. Large platters of food were served with some of the people sitting down
to eat while others stood and chatted. Khy was not very hungry and remained in her chair as Lord Nasher announced that the entertainment would
soon arrive.
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She felt something pinching her foot and reached down to see what it could be. "How long have you lived in Neverwinter". An older woman asked her.
She began to answer as she felt hands push up her gown and force mounds of the table fabric over her lap. "Not long", Khy replied to the lady,
"Almost a year". She sipped her wine as fingers inched up her legs and lips kissed her thighs. She gasped from the caresses as another person asked
her a question. Khy was finding it hard to concentrate on the conversation, when she was approached by the King. The topic of the keep was
mentioned as she felt hands spreading her legs wide. She glanced around the room but could not see everyone from the angle in which she sat.
"Who could be doing this"? She thought. Sir Nevalle came to mind, but Nasher and Dorien left her to speak to him. She could feel a face between her
thighs as a minister of some department took her hand and rattled off statistics. She was trapped with nowhere to escape. People milled around her
shaking and kissing her hands as the face began to slowly lick the petals of her flower. She was panting now and tried to kick the invader but her
legs were held down tight. Fingers inserted themselves into her dark well of desire and began to move in and out, as the deep stirrings of passion
overtook her. "My lady would you care for more wine". Someone asked. Khy nodded as a soft moan escaped her lips. The face began to suck her
center of delight as the fingers started to fuck her faster. She could not help herself and started to grind her hips into the face and fingers. She was biting
her lips to keep from squealing as the waves of uncontrollable ecstasy shot through her. Khy crammed a linen napkin in her mouth as the hot
climax of rapture enveloped her. The muffled scream was heard by all as Lord Nasher rushed to her side to assist in her dilemma. The room was
silent as a breathless and shuddering Knight Captain shouted, "Have you tried the pastries, they will absolutely thrill your pallet"!
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She waited for the people around her to leave and then looked under the table to find no one. She stood, holding onto the table until her legs
stopped shaking, then excused herself from the room on the pretext of needing air. As she left, she saw Sir Nevalle across the room speaking with
Darien. Khy hurried outside to the empty garden and sat down on one of the stone benches. "My lady, are you well"? The voice belonged to Nevalle. He
walked over to where she sat and asked if she required anything. "I've had a most unusual experience", she said, "I'm not sure what to do". She
shivered, not knowing if it was from the cool breeze or the powerful passion she had felt. Sir Nevalle draped his cloak around her and Khy smelled
something familiar. Her senses were a little wacky at the time so she did not heed her instincts. The handsome knight escorted her back inside and
Khy decided to remain standing for the rest of the evening.