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The Rest of the Story	By : Anesor Category: +M through R > Neverwinter Nights Views: 2558 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Neverwinter Nights nor the characters from the game, and I make no money from this.

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Most of these characters are only on loan, we're not allowed to keep them. Drat. Language warning, among other possibly offensive things.

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Mere of the Dead Men - - -

--- Bishop

I had laughed at the irony when we traveled to the Mere, I would be killing them with the powerful magic weapons the uppity bitch Captain of the Crossroad Keep had bought me, especially for the undead at the bridge, so few days ago. But those arrows would strike just as surely against her and her lover. I was glad I had been fully supplied and bonehead sure did nothing to equip us. Not that I cared if the others lived, but I'd have less time to strike without the distractions from their attacks on the fools.

Entering the dying Mere I heard a howl behind me.

Looking back, I saw that Karnwyr had stopped in the last area of almost healthy looking land, by a tree with wilting leaves. I whistled, and gave the hand signal to come on up and he sat down.

He wasn't panting like he was tired. I looked again, and he had no injuries.

“Come on, Karnwyr! We're going hunting!” I demanded.

He stood again and whined, but didn't come any closer.

Now getting pissed, I said, “Furball, get over here!”

He kept looking at me, deliberately pissed on the tree and went back the way we'd come. The way he looked at me made it clear he was pissing on me.

I blinked, not quite believing what I'd just seen.

From beside me I heard a laugh, as the bitch sorceress said, “Oh goodie, target practice!” and then she started a spell, that I'd heard often before.

It didn't take a genius to guess what kind of spell.

In an instant, my sword was at her throat. “One more sound, you twit, and you won't have a throat,” I growled.

The little bitch wanted to fry me, but even my wincing from an injury would probably finish the job on her. She'd never put any real thought into her defenses, likely why she'd so rarely gone on any missions. Deeply stupid was a death sentence out in the real world. I didn't care if she lived, and I think she finally saw it in my face.

I waited until I was sure Karnwyr was out of range. I wouldn't chain him for all I was angry right now. Then I carefully stepped back.

“You scruffy bastard prick! He'll warn them!” Qara screeched at an almost ear piercing volume.

Deeply stupid. “He's a wolf, who's he going to tell?” I told her with a tight smile. She wasn't bright enough to think of the elf, even if I was sure Karnwyr wouldn't do that. Being pissed at me wouldn't make him turn on me.

“Hey, you two, Garius wants you moving faster,” Neeshka came back and said to us flatly.

I didn't think she liked Qara either, proving she was brighter. But then the gnome was probably brighter.

We continued on with the tiefling in the lead, and I in the rear. Normally I would have enjoyed the view, but I knew both of these women and didn't care.

Nothing threatened us though we passed large numbers of undead while we were going down into the ruins. It seemed odd enough that they weren't attacking us, just watching as we went by. Strangely, both Neeshka and Qara slowed up a little, so we were closer together as we walked. Eventually we arrived in a cavern, where we were to wait for any survivors.

Garius thought there wouldn't be many. Qara was positively gloating about looting after they all were dead, especially Sand. I crouched to rest a while, noticing the tiefling rolling her eyes at Qara's ranting. Neither Qara nor Garius really knew these people. As much as I hated the paladin for all his shiny goodness, and... their commander, I doubted there would be any serious injuries. None of the undead we'd passed were that much of a threat, though they would be weakened.

Sure enough, after several hours, they all arrived, looking only a little worse for the wear. Taunts and threats were traded with Garius, while we were still concealed in the shadows. I could look at her, at them, and I was getting angry again.

Enough with the stupid-ass paladin and his damn gloating, without even looking like it. Still only a step or so away from her, his oh-so-perfect lady-bitch. I'd really wanted to kill either one of them first, and then seeing all of them dead so I could piss on their bodies. That was the only reason I'd managed to tolerate bone-for-brain as long as I had, looking forward to seeing the paladin and dwarf dead in front of me. The only reason I managed to restrain myself from killing the little bitch sorceress a dozen times already. At least the tiefling had been quiet, though I'd been originally surprised she was even there. But they'd both be good for a distraction, slowing the others enough for me to more quietly kill them.

But Garius called us out, and the others' reaction was quite amusing. I could feel my smile freeze on my face, as the captain's face froze as well. Face blank, she questioned me, and I was surprised when I explained things I'd rather forget. All her lackeys bristling, I could see that the paladin wanted to attack me right then. But she leashed him with only a few words.

Then there was an eternal moment of silence, and with a wave, Garius said snidely, “How touching, finish them.”

This, I'd been thinking about for quite some time, now. It really came down to deciding just who was the biggest threat to me. It really was between the sorcerer and the mage, and I was sure Qara would be attacking the mage. Neither the paladin or captain could attack effectively until they closed. Sure enough, the dwarf and that cold gith were dealing with the tiefling, and Qara was showing off her so-called greater power on Jerro and Sand. The druid and bard were doing support magics, not so important in the short run.

Garius demanded, “Attack, servant, enough of your petty mewling!”

“I am no one's servant,” I reminded him, despite the wave of chill rolling from the undead general.

“You are either His Majesty's servant, or His thrall. Choose, ranger,” the undead said coldly.

Unexpectedly, the fighter bitch asked, “Great choices, eh, Bishop? I never made that kind of demand or threat.”

Another wave of cold came out of Garius, and his voice echoed when he said, “Attack, slave.”

I noticed Jerro had decided to turn away from the other two fighting towards me, and snarling at both him and Garius, I sent my first arrow into the greatest immediate threat, him.

Even as I was doing so, their captain asked, “Hope you like being his slave for the rest of your life, and beyond.”

An incoherent screech from Qara, and from that end of the cavern came an immense wave of heat and flame, engulfing the mage and Jerro, but the rest were only on the edges of the blaze. Garius only laughed at the immolation of the sorcerers and mage.

To the hells with it, he was enjoying their deaths. He had more bodies to make more slaves. Not me, not mine. I could hear a chant from the paladin, but it was irrelevant this instant. Pulling one of the arrows I hadn't used at the bridge, I shot Garius with it. I was surprised when the arrow entered his eye socket, and a wave of blue fire rippled out from the skull and the bones collapsed like a puppet.

Not so surprised that I didn't hear that damn paladin lumbering my way.

“No one chains me,” I said, before running for the entrance.

The paladin did not pursue me further after she pulled on his leash, and I had to laugh at him as I ran out. If they survived, I could always hunt them down later. But it would be on a ground of my own choosing, where I had the advantage. That was the problem, I could kill them any time I wanted, there was no rush. Rushing only got me being forced to tolerate that clueless sorceress. Bonehead didn't even bother to muzzle her. Hurrying out of someone else's chosen field of combat, I thought they might even win against the king and his slaves, only to find me waiting outside where they didn't expect.

Passing through the chambers and halls on my way to fresher, freer air, I realized this whole thing had been a stupid idea. Hunting down the paladin would be so easy. His bitch would be more difficult, as she could make herself hard for even me to spot her. She only rarely stepped between shadows, so tracking her should only be a little harder. Smiling, I was looking forward to the challenge.

I'd gotten only a hundred yards outside, when I felt the ground shake. A strange inrush of breeze, and the afternoon seemed a little brighter than even a few minutes before. The fools must have won.

Now I would get my reward for tolerating the captain, and then the stupid sorceress. I could just wait for them to emerge. Pick them off, one by one, saving her for last. Maybe even save a hank of her hair, just so I could smell it again. Kill them while I was wea... NO! Kill them while they were injured and weary.

So, I found a good place for an ambush in moments, close to the entrance, but not too close. There was even a good low height trail to fall back and attack from another direction. No sooner than I had settled, the ground shook again. The only reason I didn't fall, was because I was already prone. This quake was much worse, and with almost a belch, the ground at and beyond the entrance collapsed downward.

I could only stare at the hole and rubble where they never came out.

My throat hurting for some unknown reason, I waited for perhaps an hour, before creeping closer. The entrance was just as much rubble, as was what had to have been the cavern where the battle had been. Nothing had come out. It was over, and they all were dead 'heroes.' I won.

I didn't feel as free as I'd expected.

Not sure why, I made camp within eyesight of the entrance. The light got gradually brighter even as the rest of the day passed. All I had was rations, there was no animal life and no plants looked safe to eat. By sunset, I'd dozed off several times, expecting to hear and dreaming I'd heard something. By morning Karnwyr had come back, and I woke up a little warmer as he licked my face.

He obviously wanted to leave this dead area, and I really didn't care.

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Not knowing where else to go right now, I decided to go back to Neverwinter. I certainly wouldn't go back to the Flagon, but there were plenty of other places for me to stay. I still had plenty of money left from my share of treasure.

That was oddly empty now. I told myself it was because I hadn't gotten the chance to see the paladin dead, and booze and some whores would take care of that restlessness.

I circled around some large patrols of Greycloaks as I went west, and I could see the Keep was still operational. Even so, I wouldn't be returning there. That wasn't a problem as I could easily afford to replace any equipment I'd left there. Once I was close to Neverwinter, I remembered the evacuations. That wasn't a problem either. Sneaking in was easy, and I had no difficulty finding a covertly open inn further from the Flagon named the Mug and Wench. It was a full service and nearly empty place, if even far less than sparkling.

They knew me if not by name from earlier visits. So I gave the owner a large deposit, and had Karnwyr to watch the rest of my things while I began what I planned to be an impressive debauch. Food would be delivered, but furball ate almost all of it. Drinks would be delivered, and I drank most of that. The whores would be delivered, and I had most of them, unless we'd had too much of the alcohol. I screwed them, and slept with some for a change, and listened to some of them, until I snarled that I didn't want to hear about their personal lives or petty concerns. They got quieter then, but I was paying well in a city still light with other customers. Days later some of them got more annoying, and I requested others. But more than a tenday passed in a pleasing haze of sex and drinking.

In a rare moment of clarity one morning I was about to send another one away, even though she was quite skilled and agreeable, when I realized she was the only brunette left in the stable here, and she had light blue eyes. All that were left for me to screw, were blonds and redheads. This was the last whore who resembled the missing squire at all, and she looked like Her the most. So instead of sending her off, we fucked again, roughly, until I passed out.

Waking again the next morning, I found myself brushing hair off her face while only half-awake. Shaking myself, I took a deep breath, and despite the musk from our activity, the smell was wrong.

Even as I realized this, Karnwyr nosed my ass, so he could go outside while I was alert.

I needed to kill something, and what better things to kill than some nice healthy Luskans? I was sure I could find some somewhere. I threw on some clothes, and finished packing my things. I left a tip for the whore and paid my bill; I was out of the city in less than an hour.

It felt good to be out of Neverwinter, so I headed northwards towards Port Llast and areas along the border. Prowling on this side of the border, visiting the village inns every few days for rumors about Luskans, I heard mostly about the missing heroes of the Crossroad Keep.

I had to save my laughter at that for later, as the rumors were so full of crap. But I enjoyed being the last alive to have seen them, and I would keep that secret for myself.

Finally, I did hear about a group of Luskans, here on the wrong side of the border and already getting into trouble. Open season for me.

It took a bit over a tenday, but I found them. Camped not too far from some small farming village, watching it, staying well out of the view of the villagers. So I started picking the Luskans off. It was a young group of Luskans, almost all with clean and new markings and equipment. I got two of them from a range. The other two went down easily by blade. One actually lived long enough to see my faded tattoo and his confusion made it that much easier to kill him.

I carefully searched the bodies, retrieving some healing salves, some notes, and a new codebook. How entertaining. Idiots must be running training now.

Taking the rest of the day, I made it to the second closest village. Collapsing into the bed in my room at the inn, I slept the best I had in a long time.

It only took me the next day to figure out the new ciphers, they weren't that different than the ones I'd learned. The inn's blousey wench was a good enough lay the second night. But the notes gave me direction for my next hunt.

Another few days and I began to talk more to Karnwyr at night, just to hear a voice once in a while. Sometimes it seemed he understood me, but no, I got stuck with a defective companion. It seemed somehow to match the rest of my life.

Aside from that one time in the Mere, he stayed with me. I even asked why one morning, but he just looked at me with his head cocked, not that I really expected an answer.

The coolness of spring was fading into the warmth of early summer, and camping alone was so much easier than it had been before with all of them. The only problem was now at night. Too many nights I'd dream about her, the Knight Captain Elondra, of the shadows, like me. The one I hadn't screwed. The one I'd seen with her arms around the fucking paladin, after he'd finally gotten the balls to speak up. In some nightmares, they pronounced judgment on me, and I was hung in front of jeering soldiers and woke up cold as ice. In dreams that were worse, I found her waiting for me in one of the village taverns with a familiar wicked smile on her face. From those dreams, I woke up warm and feeling lazy, until I realized the body beside me was Karnwyr's.

Elondra'd once said she might take me up on the camping offer someday, but someday never came. That damned paladin did. Him, I wished had survived, just so I could pound his face in. A paladin of fucking Tyr and a rogue? Losing his shiny, special magics would make him that much easier to pound.

Angry again, I went hunting and found another group of Luskans. They really were being stupid, this group wasn't even smart enough to confront me, they let me pick the ground and take them out one by one. I never had to switch to swords.

Again and again, I'd hunt another bunch, getting some clues, some healing, a few coins, but never what I'd been looking for. I wasn't sure what that was. Then I'd relax for a few days or as long as a tenday. I got tired of the village wenches, but Neverwinter was now out of the question, as it had looked mostly normal by the time I'd left. It was only a matter of time before the reports of any surviving Greycloaks should make the city as stupid a place to go as the Keep. Port Llast was too confining, I couldn't even sleep there. At least killing Luskans was still entertaining.

Some nights I'd talk to Karnwyr, talking about Elondra's questions I'd never answered and wondering why I hadn't asked more questions myself. Not that it mattered now. The pup didn't care, he still slept close to me nights we were outdoors, somehow better than the doxies.

I found little had any importance to me, just about the only thing I enjoyed now was killing the Luskan agents. I'd gotten a couple footpads outside Port Llast, but they weren't as much fun. Drinking helped fill more days. So I drifted along, day after day, month after month, into high summer.

The Luskan groups were getting larger, I suspected someone had noticed my activities. The groups were getting fewer, and harder to defeat. It didn't bother me that much, I didn't have anything else I wanted to do. The last group had a crumpled and faded schedule for missions on some stupid kid, most of which were over, and I'd believed all eliminated. The last in the schedule was in a tenday.

It could be a trap, and I could feel a snarl form on my face. That didn't matter, it just meant there'd be more of them for me to kill.

So, I dawdled, and found the next team right on the stupid schedule. It wasn't an ambush of me, but the assassin leading the team was unusually competent for her age, and the combat was a bit dicey. I told Karnwyr to stay out of it, I didn't want him risking the poison I expected. I was bleeding from several annoying wounds when I staggered away after finishing the team leader and looting.

All I needed was a place to collapse, I was so gods damned tired of it all...
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