Although there are rumors that Barrabus the Grey and Artemis Entreri are the same person (I think it is since they bore many similarities) I'm going to stick to Artemis Entreri for the sake of this story and of course its in a slightly alternate universe so dont go pointing out to me "this never happened in Gauntylgrim" I know it didn't and I'm not going to include that in this story (even tho that was a kickass book but a part of me hated it cause there was just so many changes in it .) Please enjoy the slightly altered universe of Drizzt!
Chapter 5: Fate
There he was, Artemis Entreri was gazing into the eyes of his most hated enemy.
Kalanfein could only cringe. Why was the man staring at him like that? Artemis shook his head, believing his vision to be hazy, but this time he saw the purple eyes of the half-drow who bore a remarkable resemblance to Drizzt Do'urden. He stared at his hair, there was a slight tinge of auburn in them...could it be also that that wench Catti-brie is still alive as well? It made no sense to the assassin but he is going to find some answers now. He marched to the cowering half-drow and yank him hard by the collar of his shirt bringing him to meet his ghostly face.
"Who are you boy?" he demanded.
Kal had no choice but to answer the scary man, "Kal-Kalanfein-"
Dear gods, please don't let him be what I think he is...
"-Do'urden," the little boy quiver.
His eyes widen. That bastard Jarlaxle lied to him! All these years he had thought that the ranger was dead and a part of him died with the drow because he "died" to the blows he inflicted on Kimmuriel's shield and since he carried a guilty conscious of some sort. But now the drow ranger is alive and has a family of his own...if he ever meet Jarlaxle again he is going to give him a piece of his blade through that lying heart of his. A small part of Entreri is happy that Drizzt is alive, that he hadn't die a honorless death, and another part of him feared his rematch with the drow. How much more deadlier has Drizzt become?
While Artemis was in his inner monologue, Kal stared at the man with hope and fear. He sense that this man carried a prowess that could match his father's and yet he might be his salvation out of this hellhole, that he might help him return home since he did slay that horrible baroness.
"Please sir," Kal begged with fleeting hope in his eyes, "can you take me home?"
His inner monologues were interuptted by the plea of the half-drow in front of him. Once again he noted the striking resemblance the boy possessed to Drizzt and slightly Catti-brie. What was the son of Drizzt Do'urden doing in a place like this anyways? The assassin knew that Drizzt would never abandon his friends and especially not his family, perhaps he was separated and was taken as a slave? It seemed most likely the latter.
"Please." Kal begged.
He couldn't help but take pity on the boy. Should he use the boy for his gain against Drizzt? Or slay him to just spite him? No, the assassin will not sink that low to spite his enemies. As much as he hated Drizzt, he despised those who used children for their own gains and he is certainly not going to do that for the son of his nemesis.
With a great sigh he said, "Quickly climb onto my shoulders and hang on tight," he instructed. The assassin planned on sneaking out of there since a fight is no place for a boy. Kal did as he instructed and latched onto his broad shoulders as he pulled out a grappling hook, hooking it to a ceiling beam and proceeded climbing up to the windows above.
There is it, the city known for it's slave trade as Drizzt followed the tracks here. His anger welling up in him but he forced it down, it would do no good to save his son. Stalking in the shadows of the city, Drizzt tried to pick up bits of pieces of information about the whereabouts of his son. After hiding for many painstaking hours, he finally heard that a half-drow was sold by a man called Lucius and Drizzt decided to pay the man a visit. He spotted the fortress that belonged to the man and proceeded into climbing the stone walls without making a sound. The ranger got over the edge and was spotted by a patrolling guard.
The man didn't have the chance to react since Drizzt slashed across his throat with lightning speed. Although Drizzt didn't like to take lives, he was in no mood to show mercy, and since the guards work for the man for slavetrade, he doubted he would've spared him anyways. He hid the body and sneak into the fortress in stealth. For some reason there seem to be a lack of guards but Drizzt did not ponder that for long, he intended to have a few words with Lucius about the whereabouts of his boy. Stalking through the halls for what it seemed like an eternity for Drizzt, he finally spotted the door that he assume to be the man's chambers but there was many guards there.
Drizzt pulled out his scimitars and stepped out of the shadows, revealing himself in his deadly glory radiating an aura of pure intention of killing.
"Get out of my way or die," he snarled with a menacing tone.
Some of the guards shivered at the sound of his voice but nonetheless pulled out their weapons to face the drow that came out of nowhere. What was the chance of twenty against one anyways?
If only they knew who their adversary was.
The ranger decided to unleash the Hunter within him-not before he summoned Gwenhwyvar-and sprinted towards the guards who stood between him and the man who has any information about his son. If he had to burn down the whole city then so be it. Drizzt slashed across the abdomen of the four guards in front of him in a single swipe of his blade whilst the great panther pounced on top of two of the guards on Drizzt's left before taking their faces with a savage bite. The drow twirled his scimitars in a circular motion slicing off the hands of three guards. While Drizzt and Guenwhyvar were busy slaughtering the foolish guards, one of them somehow manage to sneak by the powerful duo and ran down the corridor to get more help.
In a matter of minutes Drizzt and Guenwyhvar walked over the corpses of the guards and knocked open, stumbling upon the pompous man with two wenches on his sides having a merry time until the drow walked in on them.
"Who are you!" he demanded and was a little scared.
"You ladies better get out of here," he ordered the women who scrambled out of the room.
"I said who are you, you son of a bitch!" he shouted as he pulled out a dagger.
A cruel smile painted themselves on Drizzt's lips, so unlike the drow, but he intended to make this man suffer for what he did to his son and all the lives he had enslaved for his benefits. In a single stride his scimitar was up to the man's neck, scratching his neck by the tiniest bit, blood trickling down his throat.
"I'm only going to ask you this once, tell me where is my son," Drizzt demanded, his voice ice cold.
"Your...son?"
Drizzt punched him, knocking him down onto his rump and drawing his blade again to his head. "My son, the half-drow you've taken. Where is he?"
The man thought for a moment, "Oh him! Yes I do recall, he was my most expensive profit."
This anger Drizzt who made a deep gash across the man's face. How dare he treat his son like meat! "Where is he!"
"I-I don't know!" he cried.
Drizzt plunged his scimitar through the man's right knee cap, "Let me help you remember then," Drizzt said sweetly.
The man groaned in pain, "I sold him to a woman called Baroness Sharlene Ravenlocke!"
"Where is he?" he demanded once again, growing impatient of this man.
"She-she lives in the Blackrose Mansion to the east of here."
Drizzt conceded that and pulled out his blade from the man's knee and just then the door open with a whole platoon of armored guards charging at the ranger.
Drizzt and Guenwyhvar proceeded with massacring them all.
Sorry guys! I know the fighting scenes seemed a bit lame but I got too lazy to describe how drizzt slaugther a whole army. drizzt is awesome, he can kick anyone's ass lol so no need to describe that part haha...if you thought the fight scenes with a whole lot of people was too plain ill try and detail it more in the future