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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Chapter19

Alturiak6th, 1370

Athkatla, Amn

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"I recognize this door here. I guess we found it," Keto whispered and turned to the priestess of Sune.

The bard was right. They were in the sewers below the slums, from where they had sneaked into the base of the slavers so long ago. Shelara hadn't known that there were inhabitants again… Since she was a priestess in the temple of Lathander she didn't get such information.

"Nalia!"
The archmage nodded and cast a haste spell on the complete group.

Imoen looked to her sister, "Do we need an invisibility spell?"

Shelara shook her head, "No. There are just ordinary mortals and they don't know that we're coming… but Keto?"

"Yes?" the bard asked.

"Perhaps we need your harp of discord."

Keto nodded and Shelara turned to the entire party, "Let me add this: We're just here to find evidences. If our enemies force us to kill them, we have to do it, but it would please me if nobody dies."

Jaheira sighed, "You're too merciful."

"Perhaps. But that's my way… All right, let's attack!"

Yasraena and Chloe nodded, kicked the door in and stormed the room behind it. That had been their favorite tactics: First, send strong fighters, then two fighters for the sides like Jaheira and Saerileth and then the rest.

Shelara stared to the wall and then she followed her party members…

The first thing she realized was the silence.

No fights.

A few months ago when they had freed slaves, it had been completely different: This room had been full of enemies and they had to fight hard here.

The priestess looked to her sister, "Imoen?"

"Already checking…"

The group didn't move. Just Imoen made a few steps. Then the mage nodded, "The room's safe. I don't feel any traps. You're free to move."

Yasraena moved forward to the door, while Saerileth took a look to the side door. Nobody there. Imoen kept on walking, checked the cages aside the passage for traps.

Suddenly she stopped. Noise. Talks…

She smiled, "Let's have fun." She waved her members and heard them come close to them.

"Boss, it's your turn."

Shelara rolled her eyes, "Don't call me 'boss'. I'm your sister, nothing more."

"Yeah," Imoen grinned widely.

Then the priestess looked at Keto, "Use the harp. After that we storm the rooms on the left. Jaheira and Saerileth, you check the right room."

They nodded… Keto took her harp… and began to play.

"Storm!" the priestess told in the next moment.

She hadn't to say another word. Five of them entered the left room, while Jaheira and Saerileth checked the smaller room for enemies.

The rooms were empty… Keto stopped and followed them.

Suddenly they heard a clasp in the next room and a man appeared, "Nice try… really! But I'm sure you can do it better."

Jaheira stared at him… and at his amulet.

He wore the same amulet, which Galvarey's harpers had used. She knew him and remembered to his name… He was Rylock.

"You…!"

He smiled and turned to the druid, "You weren't able to kill every one of us. I still have in mind what you've done to my master and the organization he wanted to establish. And I will make you pay, believe me!"

Jaheira grinned, "Are you sure? Galvarey had betrayed the real harpers. He just was a little stupid man and we… "

Chloe shouted.

The arrow came from the nowhere and it headed directly to Imoen's face…

But when it touched her face, it vanished in a deep green mist. Chloe stared at her lover and the archmage smiled, "Hey guys, I may introduce my chain of Aslyferund to you. Normal weapons, like normal arrows, can't harm me."

Jaheira looked to the side and she nodded, "Five humans and two darves in the shadows."

Shelara sighed, "Why didn't you say that before?"

"Sorry but even my ability for infravision doesn't work if I don't look at the direction."

The priestess stared at Rylock and hissed, "You want a fight?"

"Yes, we want!" he shouted and his companions moved from the shadows.

"Leave them to me," Chloe grumbled in a dark voice. "They wanted to hurt my nightingale and I won't allow them to leave alive."

"No. We will NOT kill anybody!"

"But they wanted to kill your sister."

"That doesn't mean we'll kill them. There is still a law…"

"Shut up!" Chloe shouted. "You're going on my nerves, cleric!"

"Chloe, please…"

Shelara stopped immediately with a painful cry.

A bolt from a crossbow hit in her chest.

There was a pause.

One of the dwarves made a step forward, "Shut up and fight!"

Imoen's eyes widened. She concentrated on a spell… and three fireballs shot off her hands and hit them. The fireballs exploded with a loud detonation in the middle of the group and slung them against the walls… causing severe burns on their skin.

The archmage saw as Jaheira knelt at Shelara and healed her with a priest spell.

Imoen growled, "Listen that just was fun. But if you don't cooperate, I promise you, all of you will die slowly and in pain."

Jaheira had done her spell and after a moment Shelara looked at them, still with pain in her face, "She's right. We aren't here to kill anyone, we just want to find a trace… You pathetic coons aren't playing in our league. If we want to kill you, we could do it easily, but I don't want to kill you."

Rylock looked down to the ground. Then he nodded. Shelara stood up cautiously and turned to Yasraena, "Tie their hands… Then we'll find answers!"

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-tbc-