After reading other fics in the NWN2 section, I've realized that I've missed to say several things.

First, it seems that I have to dedicate this fic to somebody. So I'm going to dedicate it to myself, because I've always been here for me when I was in need.

Second, I need to thank someone. I'm going to thank the person who invented coffee, because without certain amounts of caffeine this fic wouldn't have come to existence.

Third, I must say that English is not my native language, so have pity on me.

Fourth, I DON'T OWN NWN2. If I did, there would've been a Sand-romance and a demonspawn NPC.

Now here's the next chapter.

It wasn't particularly unpleasant, but it wasn't very enjoyable either. It was surprising that he actually had a mouth under that hood, but soon she realized that the mouth was ethereal as well as the rest of his body. It wasn't like kissing the thin air, more like having a fistful of ghostly fudge in your mouth that blocked every source of air. So she started choking and her lungs burning for air until she managed to get free from his grasp for a couple of seconds. Too late. The incorporeal tentacles had already gotten good a grip on her arms and legs, pulling her closer and closer. So she screamed and he let her go reluctantly.

.:All you had to do is say that you didn't want that. I'm supposed to obey you.:., the whisper drifter though her head giving out how annoyed One of Many was from the turn of events.

'Yeah...sure...' she thought while still panting for breath, arms on her knees and hair covering her eyes. 'Lets just go and never speak of that again, alright?'

.: As you wish. I'm not allowed free will, remember, Mistress:. He added with a bitter tone to his voice and swept himself away from her, dragging Gann across the stream of water.

The rest of the time they spent in the Skein was a bit hazy in her memory. Cayla remembered that they fought Gulk'Aush...somehow. And then the hag told them she was Gann's mother and gave them the power to haunt dreams...and then the Many urged the sorceress to kill the annis and so she did... "The voices told me to do it" was her later explanation to Gann who was still shocked from what happened. Strangely, the shaman wasn't complaining about what happened in the Skein, perhaps he was happy that his mother had finally gotten some rest from the insanity, never mind what kind of rest that was. Then there was that door and they were somehow inside the Coveya Kurg'annis again.

She saw the Mistress in front of the door leading to the Coven, sitting next to an old broken table and next to her were corpses. Cayla had seen some of them when she was still waiting for her turn to see the hags – the genasi prince and his servants, one of the uthraki and the illithid. She gave Gann and Kaelyn a sign not to move – she was curious what was the green woman doing. The voice of the Mistress echoed along the stone corridor, giving the impression that the owner of the voice was everywhere at once.

"Would mister Schnuggums care for some more tea? Yes? No?" The body of the prince gave no sign so she assumed that he would like that.

"Yes, yes, here is some tea for you." The blood-red liquid that got poured in the ancient porcelain cup looked like blood but Cayla preferred to think that it was actually real tea. Raising an eyebrow, she reached for her sword but got interrupted by One of Many's voice.

.: Just one question. How do you think the Coven gets any tea at all? It's not like you could keep the teabags dry underwater. :.

'And you're trying to say that...?'

.:Forget about it. Just kill her so we can get to the Coven. :.

'Of course, but why is she acting like that?'

.: This place is where the dream-invading hags live. Everyone here is afflicted by that and everybody is between dreams and reality. Do you think one can stay sane for a long time if living in such an atmosphere?:.

"You're saying that she's insane?" she accidentally whispered that instead of thinking it. The Mistress must've heard her, because she turned around, her body bend to the front and her teeth glistening under the dull light. With a mad twinkle in her eyes she ran towards them, her claws waving madly in the air. Gann needed only one spell to get her unconscious and thus giving Cayla the opportunity to feed on her without getting herself in real danger.

The Coven was inside an octagonal room, all of them floating in mid-air as if gravity here was non-existant.

'Is that some sort of levitation spell they're using?' she whispered to the Many.

.:No, they don't need a spell for that. This world is their dream, their nightmare. They're dreaming about reality and thus they can manipulate it. Either they're awake and we're asleep or vice versa. :.

Cayla had no idea what "vice versa" mean, so she just got closer to the group of annis hags and shouted:

"Yoo-hoo, are you there? I need to ask you some questions! Can you hear me?" – she started waving a hand in front of one of the hag's face.

.:Well that'd make them answer you for sure. But I am eager to exercise my new power to haunt dreams. Let us invade their shared dream and kill them there. :.

'As you wish. I only want this to end so I can get some sleep in a normal bed. And a glass of hot coffee too...'

So she tried to enter their dreams. At first it was easy, like diving in cold water but then she was grabbed by an unseen force...shaken violently...and then the ground beneath her started to twist and turn and she everything went black. Worst special power ever!

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It was the same room, that's for sure. But now the Coven was gone and she was all alone.

"Guess again." A deeply annoyed voice boomed behind her.

"You? But...why?" The half-demon was standing near her, one clawed hand on her shoulder and the other on his waist.

"Well this is a dream. I can be whatever I want here, cause I know how dreams work. You don't, so you're stuck like that." He grinned.

"But what about the Many?"

"Oh, they're still here. But I'm the dominant one now, so I can change the incorporeal body to fit what the shape I had back when I was alive."

"Good." That was all she said. And then she kissed him. He didn't back from her, he didn't push her away. If she had the ability to think about the future, she would've been surprised.

"I've wanted to do this for a long time." Cayla smiled innocently and when one of his hands got a hold of her palm she just tried to be closer to him. She didn't even realize that he was forced to do this – she was the mistress and he the slave of her thoughts and desires. If she wanted something, the Many were supposed to give it to her and this was they way things should be.

He didn't have any feelings at all. He couldn't feel the wind, for example – not even in this shape and not because it was imaginary, but because he wasn't alive anymore. Being in a dream didn't help – the resemblance to real life was overwhelming so he had to obey to whatever laws the universe had. He didn't feel the kiss either and all he knew was that he was supposed to do whatever Cayla wished from him to do. So the demonspawn kissed back and after that he tried to do whatever he was expected to do.

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When the sorceress entered the portal she expected to see the Coven standing in front of her, maybe having a tea party, dancing limbo, playing poker of something like that. Alas, things that were vitally important for her were never easy. She was in the Veil now and had the feeling that something's not right.

"Oh man, I really wanted to speak with the Coven. At least I can get some sleep now and I'll go to the Sunken city again next week." She grumbled and moved towards the door of her bedroom.

"You're one in a million and I'm glad about that. If there were more people like you, Faerun would still be in the Stone Age."

"What do you mean?"

"Well you know that we're in the Coven's dreams, don't you?"

"We are?"

"Why do you think I'm in my half-demon form?"

"Err...I don't know. I haven't given it much thought."

"And where do you think are Gann and the Dove?"

"I don't know. Where are they?"

"And you still think we're in the Veil?"

"Yes." He was about to reply to that but Magda the dwarf burst into the room, a script to a play in one of her hands and the other forming a fist.

"Here you are! I've been searching everywhere for you! Get on stage, the audience is waiting!" she yelled at Cayla, pretending that she hadn't noticed the demon.

"Audience? What audience?"

"The audience for the play, of course? Are you feeling alright?"

"This dream doesn't make sense. Lets just kill them and finish with this so you can find the Coven."

"Oh...alright then." She nodded while casting a powerful spell. The actors and the audience never stood a chance against her and were dead in seconds. She heard how a portal opened in the back of the room, so she stepped victoriously(or rather oblivious to what she had done) over their bodies, still holding the demonspawn's hand in her own.

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Fooling the bard was very easy. She just gave him imaginary gold and he left the room, leaving an open portal behind him. Dealing with the wizard was even easier – it seems that the baatezu was a distant uncle of her puppy, so they jus released him from his prison and the wizard was doomed – she had always liked happy endings, so that left a bitter taste in her mouth for a while, but after that she just forgot about what happened.

And then...

"Didn't I kill you?"

"You did" Bishop sneered. "I'm dead, you fickle swamp wench."

"This is the Wall of the faithless or at least a projection of it though the dreams of the Coven.", whispered the half-demon in her ear, one hand holding her fingers and the other on her neck. His claws tickled her and she giggled, but Bishop mistook that for making fun of his end.

"Laugh all you want. You're going to follow me here too, unless there is a god of stupidity you can worship. And who is this one, your new pet? Did you seduce this one with your looks before he can realize you have a deficiency of brain cells?"

"Actually, I'm not sure."

"And what does he have that I don't? Or, as a matter of fact, what does he have that the paladin doesn't have?" The odd tune in his voice made Cayla reminiscent of their times together. She had always abused him in any way possible and he didn't cease his flirts...he acted the same way Gannayev did – following her even though she made fun of him. And it was always "the paladin this" and "the paladin that", making her wonder if there was something more that pure rivalry between Casavir and him.

"Horns." The ranger glared at her with a murderous glint in his eye.

"Err...and a tail..." she was blushing so much that her face looked like an apple. And a pretty apple non the less.

Glare.

"...and wings...

Glare.

"...and claws..."

"And tentacles, though they're not visible now." The half-demon grinned in Bishop's general direction.

"Are you telling me that if I had tentacles, you would've preferred me to the paladin?"

"Yep."

"I...see...this must be oddly specific." The ranger mumbled, trying to stare at the ground. Alas, his body was pinned to the Wall and this was impossible. If he weren't green and covered in moss, he would've probably blushed by now.

"Bishop, you sound weird. Do you have a cold or something?"

"What? No, my voice has always sounded like that!"

"Oh...okay." Suddenly, a thought came into her head, making her grin and look like she got an early Christmas present. She swayed her body to the right, gasping the hilt of her sword and looking around, probably searching for something - her sixth sense had been alarming her ever since she got here.

"What's so funny, wench? Are you laughing at my disfigured body? It's not funny at all?"
"Well I get to kill you again. If that isn't funny, I don't know what is."

Soon she entered the new portal with a smile on her face. The day had so far been great and even if she hadn't found the Coven yet, all this roaming inside dreams was worth it. If she was lucky, the portal would take her to Casavir so she could make fun of him as well.

It seems that it's time for me to say "PlEaZe ReEd & ReWiEv" like every self-respecting fanfiction author should do. There, I said it.