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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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Chapter15

Hammer17th, 1370

Forest of Tethyr, Tethyr

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When the party had the hut in sight, smoke came out of the chimney. The first time they had been there was after they killed Bohdi and helped Coran to rescue his love. But Shelara remembered that Coran and his love died in the mission and since that day the hut was left.

And so it was surprising to see a smoking chimney. Shelara looked to Imoen, "Immy, could you please…"

"Hey!" an angry voice pierced the morning. "Where have you been so long, rivvil?"[1]

The priestess looked to the right and saw a person standing between the trees with a pack on her back. Viconia.

"Curse over you! I've waited here for three days in this shitty forest. Damn, the snow is almost five feet high and the only creatures I've seen since I left Athkatla are hungry wolves!"

Chloe stared at Shelara, "You've never told that Viconia is a drow!"

"Got a problem with that, WAEL?" [2]

Chloe hesitated, but then she grinned maliciously, "L'alurl ILYTHIIRI zhah elghinyrr ILYTHIIRI!" [3]

Viconia's eyes narrowed, "Oh, you can speak the language of the drow? I'm curious: Which other tricks has Shelara told you? I'm sure you must be a good doggy. Shelara... does she already know how to sit and how to bring a stick back?"

Shelara rolled her eyes, but didn't answer. She knew that Viconia was… Viconia.

Chloe's head immediately got red and she draw her two swords, "You dare to…!?"

"Please stop, hummingbird!" Imoen shouted out and stood before Chloe.

"Why should I do?"

"Because Shelara's right. We need her to free Yasraena."

Chloe sighed and put her weapons back and eyed Viconia with a dangerous gaze. The drow grinned widely, "Hummingbird? What's that? Oh… I see… You two fell in love with each other? That's amusingly: Two pathetic little bunnies and her first try to find love…"

"Shut up, Vici!" Imoen growled.

The face of the drow brightened, "Oh, yes… Love is wonderful… although love among rivvil isn't very thrilling if you ask me… but I see the point: L'alurl faerbol zhah d'ssinss. [4]"

Chloe gave her a short look and told, "L'alurl faerbol zhah mrimm d'ssinss! [5] And if you anything to her, you'll regret it!"

Suddenly Saerileth cleared her throat, "I think it's a big mistake to go with this drow."
"I don't trust her, too," Jaheira told out of the background.

Shelara shook her head, "I tell you again: We NEED her!"
Viconia crossed her arms and grinned again. She seemed to like the idea that she was needed so urgently, "So, let's go inside. It's too cold here to talk."

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Viconia put the wood out her pack and placed d it next to the fire.

The drow looked to her 'guests' and said, "The crazy gnome asked me to help you. First, I didn't want to, but when he said that you would pay for that, I decided to do it."

The cleric of Sune nodded, "You've heard that every one of my old party was captured?"

"Yes."

"Nalia, Imoen and Chloe should die in the keep of the De' Arnises, Keto in the Dalelands, I in Athkatla, Jaheira in Dambrath and Saerileth in Sigil. They failed to kill us and now there's just one companion we have to free: Yasraena."

"Don't bore me, rivvil! Where she is?"

"In Ust Natha."

Viconia stared at her, and then she began to laugh loudly, "Come on! You're joking!"

"Eh, why?"

"You can't mean that serious! You want to go in the Underdark, sneak in a drow-city and free a captive from there. That's madness! Do you know what they will do with you? At the end, you will beg for death, believe me!"

"We've done that before."

Viconia nodded, "Yes, I've heard of that. But it's different this time. You don't have such a perfect disguise and the last time the drow-fighters were in a war against the elves of Suldanessalar. This time, they will be in the city. If anything doesn't work, you will have to fight against a whole city!"

"It doesn't matter, we will find a way."

"Perhaps," the drow explained, "But you have to find it without me!"

"Hm?"

"I don't want to get tortured and killed in a city of the drow. I want to see the next spring!"

"And you call yourself a drow, rath'arg?" [6] Chloe hissed.

Viconia stopped and stared at the kensai, "Don't overdo it. Shelara saved my life two times, but if you insult me one more time, I will forget that you're one of her companions."

Then she sighed, "Listen to my words: It is suicide to do that. Even if you can enter the city, it will end in your death… But…"

"But…?"

Viconia's eyes flashed in a smack of greed and she hissed, "If the prize is all right, I will try it. Hm, 40,000 gold pieces will be enough, perhaps 50,000 if the mission gets complicate. And I will not help you to get her out of Ust Natha. I will just lead you in the city."

Shelara's eyes widened and she looked to her companions.

"I have nothing except of my clothing and equipment," Keto said. Jaheira nodded, "Exactly the same at me. The villains who had attacked my grove took all the gold with them." Saerileth nodded, too. Shelara also had nothing. As a priestess in the temple of Lathander she had given her part of their adventures to the poor. Imoen sighed, "I used the money to rebuild Candledeep."

They all looked at Nalia. The noble rolled her eyes, "Eh… I can pay about 15,000. But it's in my keep. I have to go to the keep first. But that would be all right. We have to go to the keep anyway."

Viconia shook her head, "You insult me, little princess. 15,000 aren't worth to think about it."

"Perhaps you want one of our items," Jaheira said.

Saerileth stared at her, "Are you crazy? Those are mighty weapons. We can't give them to an evil drow!"

Jaheira sighed, "Do you have another idea?"

Viconia grinned, "Sounds good… Hm, let me take a look…"

The drow eyed her new companions, and then she tuned to Imoen, "I want this staff."
"My staff of ram??"

"Yes. Hand it over! You still have your sword."

Imoen bit on her lips and gave it to her.

Then Viconia turned to Shelara, "Give me your armor, your gauntlets and your ring of influence!"

"Eh, what?"
"Don't you understand me, rivvil? I speak to you in your own language."

"But I don't have another armor!"

"That's not my problem, female."

Shelara grumbled, shed her cimson chain and passed it to the drow.

Viconia grinned, "You forgot anything."

The priestess of Sune gave Viconia an angry look and gave her the gauntlets of ogre power.

"The ring!"

"You will get it after Yasraena is safe."

The drow grumbled, but nodded "So you have my help!"

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-tbc-

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[1]rivvil: human

[2]WAEL: fool

[3]L'alurl ILYTHIIRI zhah elghinyrr ILYTHIIRI: The best drow is a dead drow

[4]L'alurl faerbol zhah d'ssinss: The best magic item is a lover

[5]L'alurl faerbol zhah mrimm d'ssinss: The best magic item is a female lover

[6]rath'arg: coward