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"This is speak"

This is descriptive text

'This is thought.'

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The Wyvern gave a hoarse, primal scream, as the magically enhanced arrow tore
through its scales and imbedded itself in it's voice box, and it plummeted to
the ground. It hit the hard white substance that was the floor with a sickening
crunch, its tongue hanging out of it's mouth, it's deep, thick blood flowing in
a steady stream across the floor as even in death, its lifeless eyes glared
blind hatred.

"Good shot Minsc." Lok� looked past the body of the wyvern, to its
'perch'. It seemed to be pulsing. "Gods this plane is weird. Why did we
come here again?"

"To... to rescue Haer'dalis Lok�. Remember?" asked a slightly timid
Aerie.

Lok� turned around and gave her a slightly withering look, though there was
some amusement on his face. He simply responded, "It was a metaphorical
question Aerie," to which the said elf blushed slightly as she stuttered
an apology.

Lok� was a half-elf, just under six feet tall with short, spiky, unruly raven
hair that seemed to resist any attempt to be styled- Lok� had given up on it
when he was seven. Lightly scarred, he was fairly muscular- not too muscular,
but not too skinny either- just above average in fact. He had fairly high
cheekbones and deep brown eyes that had seen more than most 50- year-old
humans, and he spoke with a deep voice.

Wearing the Darkmail chain mail, he was adequately protected-he also wore the
boots of the north on his feet that they had found when travelling to that
gnoll fortress when they'd first met Minsc, as well as his cloak of the wolf-
fortunately Irenicus hadn't managed to sell a fair amount of their original
equipment. He had Celestial Fury in a scabbard over his right shoulder, a
generic magical short sword on his left waist.

He walked over to where they'd managed to kill the balor look-alike just before
the wyvern and picked up the green orb.

"Right, lets get this to that hole thing the gnome said we had to shove it
in. I hate this prison plane."

With that the party, consisting of Lok�, Aerie, Minsc, Jaheria and Keldorn,
they walked past all the bodies of the Yaun-ti and enslaved races to the
bizarre glowing pedestal they'd passed on their way here. It'd had a small slot
for a round ball shaped item, the item a gnome had mentioned to them when
they'd

Lok� got out the green orb, muttered "Here we go..." And placed it
into the slot. The ball promptly sank into the structure. There was a deep, rumble
as the ground trembled slightly. It kept getting louder and louder, the party
having trouble standing after a few seconds due to the trembling.

Then it stopped, as suddenly as it had started.

Keldorn opened his mouth to say something, when northwest of their location; a
massive explosion rocked the ground, even where they were, the fireball rising
to over ten metres high.

As one man, the party started running towards the fighting.

When they got there, it was chaos. Bits of charred body lay everywhere- since
the thralls had been freed from their mental domination they had fought with
their masters for their freedom. They didn't stand much of a chance though
against their masters- mainly because only a handful of the thralls were armed
and secondly, they were fighting against accomplished fighters and mages.

They party absorbed this after observing the carnage in a nanosecond before
they entered the fray. Aerie's contingency spell cast a salvo of magic missiles
at a mage. Jaheria started to heal some of the wounded thralls. Keldorn
dispelled some of the protections the enemy mages had cast. Minsc and Lok�
simply charged into battle, Minsc telling Boo to 'Go for the eyes!' Lok� never
bothered with war cries. He unsheathed Celestial Fury, twirled, using the
momentum of the twirl in conjunction with Celestial Fury's momentum to slice
through the arm of a heavily armoured figure as if it was air, ignoring the
scream of agony and blood that had spurted from the wound onto his face. He
parried a blow from a Githzerai and thrust, forcing it through his neck and
cleaving the spinal column.

That was when Lok� saw her for the first time. They say time stops when you see
some people. Time seemed to slow to a crawl for him when he saw her. She was
about five-foot-six, brunette, looked human except for a tail, and from the way
he saw her just take out those two bounty hunters with her punching daggers,
she wasn't a half bad fighter either.

He saw her turn around again and try to punch a figure in jet-black full plate
mail with her dagger, but as another fireball exploded she lost her balance; as
he watched, he gripped Celestial fury with both hands and started running.

Lok� twirled the sword in his grip and held it over his back, ready to deliver
an overhead slash. The woman looked up at the armoured figure as it raised its
two handed sword. He was facing the same direction as Lok�, so Lok� was coming
from behind him. She couldn't see him because of the size of whoever, or
whatever, was under the armour. As Lok� charged he saw, out of the corner of
his eye, her tail wrap around the ankle of the knight-she was going to try and
take his leg from under him.

She never got the chance.

Lok� swung Celestial Fury in a horizontal slash and decapitated the black
knight in a single blow, the thick, black blood spurting out from the wound. He
slipped on some of the blood though, and, unable to stop, crashed into the
headless body of the knight and onto a rather surprised Annah, getting
themselves blood all over each other, skidding with the blood's lubrication a
few feet, leaving a black smear across the white floor, Annah somehow ending on
top of Lok�, faces barely inches apart and brown both with a look of surprise
on both their faces.

After the initial shock of seeing her attacker's head go flying off, ending up
lying on top of some man [albeit a handsome one] who nearly kissed her [albeit
accidentally] Annah responded in the way only she does.

She practically snarled at Lok� when she said: "Ye got blood all over mah
armour! Pike off yer bloody sod!"

Suffice to say Lok� was taken aback, his surprise showing clearly on his face.

"Pardon?" "Are ye deaf yer berk? Pike off!" Lok� wasn't
normally a man to get annoyed easily... well you hadn't to be, growing up with
Imoen and her pranks; but he'd just probably saved her life and even though he
didn't know what 'pike' meant, some things translate easily. So he did what he
always did when he was angry-he acted logically.

"You're on top of me." Annah looked as if she was going to wallop him
before she spoke quietly, her voice gathering volume as she spoke. "Aye,
and I cannae get off BECAUSE SOME STUPID BERK WON'T LET GO AH MAH ARM!'

Her eyes burnt with anger, her teeth were gritted and her face was slightly red
as Lok� realised that he was holding her left arm at the wrist-and quite
tightly too. His hands were so large his fingers wrapped around it easily. He
also couldn't help noticed it was pretty soft and very warm. He blushed at the
thought... and the suddenly realised fact he could get a good look down her
body from his current position too. He let go of her wrist and she immediately
got up, still looking livid; though the colour had faded from her face.

"Sorry." he simply stated, still blushing faintly. "If ya
hadn'na helped me with that lummock ah'd gut ya, pike." Lok's curiosity
got the better of him, so he asked while he was getting up himself:
"Despite having a good idea, I have to ask: what exactly does 'pike'
mean?"

Annah gave him a look of contempt as her tail flicked from side to side.
Neither of them had noticed that while lying on top of each other the others
had taken care of the bounty hunter/slavers and were watching the interaction
with interest, as were some of the surviving thralls Jaheria and Keldorn had
amused looks on their faces despite their [albeit] minor wounds.

"Wha' the hell are ye yer leatherhead? A prime?"

Lok� wasn't too familiar with planar beings vocabulary but he did know that,
that word referred to anyone from the prime material plane-where he came from.

"Yes."

Annah smirked, but before she had the chance to say anything Jaheria
interrupted: "While watching you two bicker like children is amusing, we
must find Haer'Dalis and the others." Annah's smirk grew even larger as
she said to Lok�, her tail swished from up and down slowly as she folded her
arms under her breasts, the amusement clearly in her voice when she asked
"Who's she laddy? Ya ma... or is she yer lover?"

Both Jaheria and Aerie's body postures stiffened slightly at the question, and
it didn't go unnoticed by the others... well, except for Minsc for [hopefully]
obvious reasons.

"I am neither his lover OR his mother you... you... affront to
nature!" Lok� saw the danger as Annah's arms straightened, that spark of
defiance entered her eyes again and she clenched her fists around her retrieved
daggers.

"Now isn't the time to squabble. We must find Haer'Dalis and the rest of
the troupe as soon as possible." Keldorn stated. Lok� gave him a look that
seemed to say 'Thank you.' before turning back to the still tense Annah.

"Names Lok�. Lok� Nightflame. You are...?"

"What's it to ye?"

"I like you know whom I'm talking to," he responded. After a few
seconds, he realised she wasn't going to tell him, and apologised for the blood
all over her. And all over her it was. Annah's torso, as well as most of her
left arm, was covered in the black substance-and most of her legs. Lok� wasn't
any better- most of his torso was covered in the stuff too, the left side of
his face was positively drenched in the stuff-he'd need to wash his hair before
the blood dried to stand any hope of getting it out quickly. Annah smirked and
replied 'Yeah, well, yer paying for the cleaning, berk."

Lok� opened his mouth for a comeback, but decided not to bother. She looked like
she had a pretty severe cut along her arm and her abdomen, though he couldn't
be sure on the latter for blood. "Aerie, can you heal her please?"
Lok� asked. Aerie walked over timidly and cast the spell, but not before Annah
turned around and nearly punched her- she would have if she hadn't recognised
the words of the spell. Her wounds glowed, started closing, and then
disappeared.

Lok� regarded the two 'catwalks' they were yet to explore. One led north, the
other northwest. "I reckon we go down," he pointed to the northwest
route, "that one." He regarded Annah, who glared back. "...Wanna
come with us? We could use another man." Annah opened her mouth to [in
Lok's mind at least] brush the offer aside with a catty remark, but the others
didn't give her the chance. "I do not like the idea of this affront to
nature being in our midst Lok�!" Jaheira practically shouted. "I-I
don't think that's a good idea..." Aerie stuttered nervously "Though
I cannot detect anything ill from her, I too am unsure, if we should allow her
to travel with her." Keldorn stated in an even tone. "We know nothing
of her race."

The ending of Keldorn's statement visibly surprised Annah. "Yah mean yer
never seen a tiefling before?" the surprise evident in her tone.
"Actually yes. About two hours ago we met Haer'Dalis." Lok� replied
off- handily as he went about looting the bodies. "Shut it laddie."
Lok� stopped, sighed, and looked at her while hunched over the decapitated
black knight. "Look, do you want to come with us or not? You'll be safer
with us and you'll be welcome,' he said looking at the others, giving Jaheira
and Aerie meaningful looks, 'right guys?' Keldorn merely gave a small grunt,
Aerie stammered out a yes, Jaheira muttered, "It's her decision" and
Minsc bellowed, "Boo and I think that the pretty woman should come with
us! It's not safe for young damsels to wander around this den of evil!"
Much to the bemusement of Annah.

"What in the hell's is he talking to?" She asked as she raised an
eyebrow and tilted her head slightly. "Some kindah rat??"

An angry squeak was heard from Boo, and Minsc cried out "Boo is not a rat!
He is a miniature giant space hamster!"

Annah face-faulted, turned to Lok� and calmly asked "Do ya know ya've got
a loon in yer group?"

Lok� replied in shrugged. "You get used to it. We need to get moving, so
are you coming with us or what?"

Annah looked thoughtfully at the gang, and then at the smouldering bodies
around her while Lok� looted the bodies and found another wardstone. "I
dannee 'av much choice, do ah?"

Lok� gave her a small smile, "Great, what are your skills?"

"I ain't met a lock I cannae pick yet or a trap I cannae disarm."

Lok's smile got even larger. "Great, we need a good thief. I've been doing
the traps 'n stuff myself but I'm not that good. How are you with a bow?"
Annah shrugged. "Well here," he said as he handed her the short bow
in his pack, "It's magical, it creates it's own arrow as you pull the
string back, so it should be a bit easier for you."

As he spoke Annah took the bow, drew the string back experimentally, nearly
letting go in surprise, as an arrow suddenly appeared, knocked and ready to be
fired. She gently relaxed the bow, and the arrow vanished as quickly as it had
appeared. As she looked at the bow thoughtfully her Keldorn interrupted her
thoughts.

"Milady, your position in the formation is behind me."

To which she silently got into position, and the group moved on.

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To say Ulgreth was bored was an understatement. Here he was, standing there
like a prize berk guarding these stupid poncey actors while gods-only-know-
what was happening throughout the rest of the prison. If only someone would
come and relieve him he could go see what the hells had been going on at the
main...

Ulgreth swore. He had a good idea of just what had been happening, and who'd
won, when he saw six heavily armed-armoured-people calmly walking up to him.

"You here for the prisoners?" He asked as calmly as he could.

The one with shaggy black hair responded, "Yeah, and there's two ways of
doing this. You get out of our way and get lost, or you fight very bravely and
die very quickly." He smiled sweetly at him. "Your call."

Ulgreth didn't need to think for long. He immediately got out of the way and
ran past them along the catwalk.

"You should have warned him about the thralls Lok�," Keldorn
reprimanded.

"Bollocks. 'E's gonnae get what 'e deserves, that bastard." Annah
practically growled. "E's always been pickin' on the week 'uns tha' cannae
defend 'emselves."

Lok� gave a small shrug as he walked up the doors, the said objects
disappearing when Lok� held up the wardstone he looted from the black knight's
body. "Bit late either way now."

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"Yer goin' back ta Sigil?" Annah asked Raelis.

"Indeed my child. You would like to return with us, I sense," she
replied, smiling knowingly. Annah's tail stopped swishing and coiled around her
leg again as a look of sadness flickered briefly across her face. Raelis
nodded, and said, "Fill this place with song, in memory of what has
transpired here. Go, and let us each part in love."

With that, Haer'Dalis, Raelis and the rest of the troupe walked into the new
portal to Sigil, which faded away a few seconds later.

'...What the hell did that mean?' Was all Lok� could think of. He gave out a
heartfelt sigh, turned to the others and said, "Well I dunno about you
guys but I'm knackered. How does this inn's finest rooms sound?" A
suggestion met with much approval by everyone.

Everyone except Annah Lok� noticed, who'd walked off the stage and was sitting
on the front bench, looking around with... with an almost touchingly lost look
on her face. He jumped off the stage and walked up to her, her watching him
since she heard him hit the floor. As he finished closing the distance she
looked up and glared. "Whadya want, berk?"

"There's no need to be like that," he said as he closed the distance
and stood in over her.

"There's every need to be like this yer stupid prat," she snapped as
he tail suddenly cracked like a whip without the sound, "Ah'm stuck on the
bloody prime material plane! Ah've never been 'ere before, so ah'm totally
lost, ah've nae got anyae equipment..." She stood up and glared furiously
at Lok� who unconsciously took a step back in the intensity of said person's
glare. He'd had enough of being belittled by people for one day though and
snarled, "Well it's hardly my fucking fault is it! You had the opportunity
to bugger off to some place called Sigil instead of stay here and you bloody
well didn't!"

"Aye, and I cannae go back there!" she yelled.

Lok� paused for several seconds. "Come with us."

It caught Annah of guard, but she still snapped, "oh sure, come wi' a group
of people I dannae know in a world I dannae know and do I dannae what!"

"Why the hells are you so damn antisocial! We've helped you so far, we
need someone with your skills, you're unfamiliar to this land, so why not stay
with us?"

"Cause I dannae have any reason ta trust yeh!"

"Then let us prove ourselves for the gods' sake!"

Before they could carry on any further Jaheira walked up next to them and
interrupted them.

"Lok�, young woman, we are all tired. I suggest that you both stop arguing
now, we pay for your room fee, and we discuss this like adults tomorrow."

"Fine," was all Annah's response, arms folded across her chest again,
and Lok� gave a sigh and walked past her upstairs.

When they walked upstairs and outside into the bar, the room fell silent as
they looked at them. Annah soon realised that they were actually looking at
her. Lok� whispered, "Stay here," talked to the caretaker barman on
duty for several minutes, and eventually came back with three keys.
"Upstairs."

Aerie noticed the keys and asked why he only had three keys, to which Lok�
responded, "I'll explain upstairs". They walked upstairs leaving the
staring crowd behind them, past the first few doors on either side, then Lok�
turned and unlocked on of the beds, the others following him in, Keldorn
closing the door behind them.

Lok� spun around and spoke. "I'll get straight to the point. The good news
is we have rooms. The snag is that the inn's bloody full, so we've had to buy
the most expensive rooms because no-one else can afford them." The end of
that sentence made Annah raise an eyebrow. "The bad news, is that there
are only three of those, two double's and two singles." He paused to let
this information sink in before clapping his hands together and doing a mock
grin of pleasure, "Soo... who goes with whom?"

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"If ya try anything laddie-"

"'I'll be spittin' teeth for a week'," Lok� interrupted, "I
know... If it's any conciliation I'm as happy about this lark as you are."

"Sure." The sarcasm was dripping.

Keldorn and Minsc had gone together into one of the double beds, Aerie and
Jaheria into the other, leaving Annah and Lok� to the single beds. The two beds
were the usual fair-two beds a good few metres apart on either side of the
room, a candle on each dresser next to the beds. Annah had had no inclination
to disrobe in Lok's presence, and was lying on her bed, the one nearest the
door, fully clothed, candle extinguished. Lok� wasn't feeling that inclined to
strip in front of an audience either, so he was lying on his bed, heavy chain
mail pooled on one side, Celestial Fury within easy reach.

The silence was as deafening.

"I don't suppose you want to tell me anything about yourself now?"
Lok� asked while looking at the ceiling with a bored face.

"No."

"Why?"

Annah rolled off her back to face him. "'Cause ah've learnt notta tell
people thengs they dannae need ta know."

"Hm." Lok� lay there silent for several minutes before he spoke
again. "If I told you about myself, would you tell me something about
you?" He turned to look at her. "Even just your name?"

Annah lay there looking at him, analysing the potential problems in agreeing.
'Ah, what 'arm cannaet do...' "Alright."

And so Lok� started from the beginning, of how he'd wound up in an inn with a
grouchy tiefling. He talked about Imoen, how they grew up together, how he left
Candlekeep with Gorion and how his half-brother murdered him, he talked about
their friends along the way until he arrived at the end of just after they
escaped from Irenicus' dungeon and how the Cowled Mages captured Imoen.

"I'm trying to get enough money to buy the Shadow Thieves aid." He
finished, his eyes dark as he gazed into the ceiling, apparently trying to make
it crumble with his eyes. Annah could sense the change in atmosphere from
nervous tension to determined, controlled hatred.

"Shadow Thieves?" That some kinda guild?" She asked. He nodded.
"Right," Annah yawned, "well 'am really beat now." She
rolled over, presenting her back to him. Lok� turned his head to look at her
back and her tail lie limp on her bed, before turning over away from her. As he
tried to fall asleep, Annah called out to him.

"Laddie?"

"Mmhm?

"Mah name's Annah."

He gave a small smile. "Thanks... Annah." With that, he blew his
candle out, and they both lay like that until sleep claimed them.
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