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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Chapter16 – 1
Hammer18th, 1370
Athkatla, Amn
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Valygar sank to the ground and spitted out blood.
Five men had encircled him, armed with weapons like cudgels, sticks or iron-studded gloves. The leader of the attackers kicked him in his belly and smiled maliciously when Valygar fell in the snow again and stayed there, breathing hard.
They had attacked him when he had been on his way home and passed a backstreet. They hadn't asked him for money or to kidnap him. They just hit him with their weapons.
"What do you want?" he asked painfully.
One of the attacker grinned, "We want that you bring a message to Keldorn and Anomen."
Valygar lifted his head, "I don't know what you are talking about."
"You tried to spy on us and tried to find out a way to exonerate Shelara. You thought that there's a traitor among our lines who talks about our plans. Listen, my master doesn't like that and I'm sure that the two knights will understand the message: If any of you tries to spy on the council again, you aren't the only one who dies."
He turned to his fellowmen, "He's yours."
When the chief of the villains left the backstreet, all he heard were lumpish knocks.
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Chapter16 – 2
Hammer18th, 1370
Imnesvale, Amn
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Mazzy stared at Madulf, the ogre. During the last months he and his group had protected the village with their lives and now they were an important part of the life in Imnesvale.
Then she said, "The answer is 'Yes'."
Madulf nodded, "Thanks. This will help."
Mazzy sighed, "Whatever. I hope the information was important for you. We just came here to tell you that and I wouldn't like it, if I wandered to Imnesvale just because of meaningless information."
"I can understand you, but I think it wasn't that important."
The halfling grumbled, looked to Minsc and to Cernd who stood at her side, "I have to talk to Coprith about that. Damn, it is winter and I have to do better things than to enjoy the snowy landscape."
The ranger nodded, "Let's go to the inn. I'm sure Boo wants to sleep in a warm bed tonight."
"Not only Boo," Cernd whispered and followed his two companions into Vincenzo' inn.
The halfling closed the door and looked around. There weren't many guests, perhaps just four or five and Vicenzio leaned at his bar and stared at the ceiling.
When the three came in, he shot up, "Mazzy! Nice to see you!"
She smiled, "Thanks, Vicenzio. We need a room for the night."
The bartender nodded, "All right. Who's this man at your side?"
Her face blashed, "Eh, they're just companions. We had a job to do here."
"Yes, sure," Vicenzio grinned and Minsc turned to him, "I'm Minsc, a ranger from the south. And these two are my brave companion, Boo and Larry."
"Eh, I just see a hamster."
Minsc stared at Vincenzo in confusion, "Boo is the hamster."
"Eh, yes… And where's Larry?"
"Larry is my sword."
Silence.
The bartender sighed and turned to Mazzy, "Your taste about men is… strange. I hope the druid has ordinary desires. I wouldn't like it if you make… abnormal things in my rooms."
She blushed again, "I told you, they are just companions!"
"Yeah… Whatever. But don't misunderstand me. I'm glad to have you here. It's pretty boring in the winter and the bar doesn't do well."
Mazzy grinned, "I see."
The bartender leaned forward and whispered in their ears, "Do you see this guy?"
He pointed at a Cowled Wizard who lay on a table, sleeping and snoring, an empty bottle of wine in his hand.
"What's with him? I've seen drunken Cowled Wizards before."
"He's the worst of my 'guests'. He came into my inn two days ago and began to drink bottle after bottle. Don't misunderstand me. I like hard drinking guests, but this one here scares me."
"Perhaps you found an equivalent drunkard," Mazzy grinned widely.
The bartender ignored her comment, "No, it's not like that. He was drunk after the second beaker, I guess. But his stories are quite strange… He told that he's a courier from Corneil, the wizard and that he awaits a courier from Isaea Roenall, the noble. The stupid guy thinks that there's a conjuration against Shelara."
Mazzy pricked up her ears, "Eh, hm, really? Are there other things he tells about that?"
Vicenzio grinned, "He told that Isaea, Corneil and a third man had invoked a mighty creature to destroy Shelara and that this creature had united all of her former enemies against the priestess… If you ask me, the story is quite nice, but he didn't know who the third guy was and he also didn't know, who was the mighty creature, although he suggested that Shelara already had killed it a few months ago. And I really hate uncompleted stories. No guest stays in the bar to listen to a second story if he heard an uncompleted story. Whatever. So tell me, which room do you want?"
Mazzy stared at him, and then she swallowed down her shock and whispered, "Vincenzio, if you tell anybody out there that you told us that story, we will kill you, I promise!"
Cernd nodded and added, "Forget the room, bartender. We will leave immediately!"
Without any more comment they left the inn and when they passed the last house, Minsc whispered, "Boo doesn't believe in lucky coincidences. Coprith led us to this trace willfully, but he wasn't ready to tell us that he's on our side. I'm wondering what's going on here."
Mazzy hesitated, "You're right, Minsc. Anything strange happens here."
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-tbc-