Disclaimer:
I don't own Baldur's Gate, the great masterpiece of role-playing.
The story on hand, ‚The revenge' is fan-fiction. I wrote it, because I love to write, but I will not use ‚The revenge' in any commercial way.
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Rating: 'M'. Some scenes may be a 'T', but I had the feeling that a few scenes should be rated as 'MA'. I think, in general it's OK, to give 'M'. If you don't like that or if you are too young, don't read!
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Chapter2
Nightal 14th, 1369
Alaghôn, Turmish
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The barmaid closed the inn with an evil grin.
One completely drunk guest and Keto, the barmaid, were still inside. Everyone else, even the owner of the inn, had gone.
She sighed and placed herself at the man's side. The man had told that he was a traveler from Amn. He'd entered the inn a few hours ago with his companions, and Keto had heard quite a few interesting things from their conversations. It became more interesting with time and Keto had decided to sound him out.
She smiled to him, hanged her around his neck, "I'm sure you must be a great fighter, sweetheart."
"Yeah…" he said, staring to her with glassy eyes.
"Do you want another drink?"
He nodded after a moment. He had drunk more than enough and Keto had given him much more alcohol since she was alone with him.
"Yeah, more…"
Keto passed him the next bottle of wine and placed her arms around him again, "You're quite a handsome fighter. Tell me, when you have been in Amn…?"
"Yeah… few weeks ago…"
"Do you want to tell me the story? I want to listen to your adventures."
He hesitated and she topped him up with another jug of wine and forced herself to kiss him on his cheek. He was ugly, dirty and stank. She hated herself for kissing him, but she had to do it. Then she managed a smile and whispered, "Just tell me a nice story… After that we will send the night together."
He stared to her in disbelief and after that he giggled stupidly and began, "One… time I fought… against a dra… dragon!"
Keto smiled, "No. Please no dragons. Tell me about you last actions in Amn."
"But that's boring."
"I'd like it anyway."
He shrugged with his shoulders, "Helped… make a deadly trap… for a group of terrible villains."
Keto heard her heart beating faster, "Please go on."
He took a swig and continued, "Ya must know 'em. It's the group… Shelara."
She started.
"Yeah, She scares you, even when you hear the name."
"Yes," again she gave him a full jug.
"They've killed friends of my master in Amn… But now they… will pay, I promise!"
"How do you want to punish them?"
"Oh, eh… We had some funny ideas: Shelara will lose her head in the prison of Athkatla… Nalia and Imoen will die in Nalia's keep, Jaheira will be enslaved, Saerileth will suffer in the cells of a duke in Sigil and Yasraena will be sold to Ust Natha."
Keto stared to him and ignored the wish to kill him. Then she asked with a shaky voice, "And… wasn't there a bard in the group?"
"Oh yeah… Keto. But don't worry. We've already killed her."
Keto grinned, "So?"
"Yeah, we've burned her home near Featherdale. Believe me, it was real fun to see her burning. After we did… found two burned corpses. We don't know, who the other one was, but Keto died with him."
The eyes of the bard widened in anger.
She tried to manage a quiet voice, "You… were one of them, who did this?"
He shrugged with his shoulder, "Yeah, just two more dead scoundrels on my path…"
He screamed abruptly when he felt her furious fist in his chest. Before he felt to the ground, he stared to her in confusion... then he left consciousness. Keto whispered coldly, "That's for my parents, drunkard."
She stared to him: She should kill him, should end his pathetic life. This murderer had killed her parents and had destroyed her home… She turned away for a few moments in confusion and sadness, tried to fight the hate once more but wasn't able to do it. He deserved the death and everyone out there would admit that Keto was right to kill him.
She drew her knife and turned to him again… and froze.
He had disappeared. At the place, where this drunken murderer had lain, there now was nothing more. Not even his shadow.
She took a deep breath and stared at the ground again for a short moment. Was that an illusion or a bad dream?
She shook her head. No. The memory of him was too real. Perhaps he had awoken from unconsciousness and had managed to somehow sneak away right in this moment.
Yes, that was the answer. That HAD to be the answer. Keto was too confused and too sad to believe anything else and it was an easy answer… It was clear that she couldn't hear everything, especially in her status. Perhaps she had turned away from him a bit too long.
Then she left the inn.
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She made a few steps to the docks and took a deep breath. She had sworn at the graves of her parents to find and to kill their murderers, but she'd never imagined that she would meet one of them here in a shabby tavern, so far away from Featherale. Suddenly she laughed bitterly. Where else had she found the trace of such an injustice?
Keto fell into silence and looked to the horizon. The city of Alaghôn was build at the coast of the 'Sea of the Fallen Stars', a huge inner continental sea of Faerûn. The name of the sea was perfect for her situation.
Her parents died because of her, because Keto had helped Shelara to bring peace back to Amn. She wiped a tear off her face and thought to the fact that she hadn't known her parents for long. The bard had found them in Imnesvale, when she'd travelled with Shelara and after she'd left the party and had gone to Featherdale, to live a normal life with her family.
Now she was lonely again.
Lonely… and poor: All of the money Shelara had given to her had burnt in the fire.
She had taken her last wealth and asked a mage to teleport her to the city of Alagôn, to start a new life.
But things had changed now.
She had to go back to Amn! She had to help Shelara and everyone from the old party!
In the next moment she shook her head. It was winter, the roads were snowy and the passes over the 'Orsraun Mountains', which headed to Amn, were passable in five months time at the earliest. And by the way, Athkatla, the capital of Amn was over thousand miles away: No, she had to find a way to teleport to Amn.
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-tbc-