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[Dark-Mage]

The Ward of Gorion

13 Tarsakh 1348

A storm raged. The already darkened night sky grew even darker with the encroaching clouds.

A chilling wind swept over the Lion?s Way as a lone figure steadily progressed along the stone path, desperately clutching something close to its body with one hand. In the other it held a torch aloft, its gentle light flickering in the wind.

The skies above suddenly opened up and a downpour of rain assaulted the lone figure and the woods that surrounded it. Gorion gave an uncharacteristic curse as he dropped his torch, the rain having extinguished it.

Using his now free hand, he pulled his grey cloak even tighter around himself and the bundle of cloth he was desperately holding onto. He looked down at the squirming child within the bundle and flashed her a gentle smile.

?Be still, young one. We are almost there.? Gorion said softly as he tried to quicken his pace somewhat. Perhaps it was paranoia, but he was certain something else was moving within the woods. Although he was more then capable of defending himself, his precious cargo limited him in that sense.

Gorion?s eyes narrowed as a figure appeared on the road a little distance ahead of him. He stopped walking and instinctively his free hand withdrew inside his robes, clutching the wand that was fastened to the belt there.

Though the aging sage could not quite make out any distinguishable features of the figure, being only able to see bellowing black robes, there was only one person it could possibly be.

?Move aside Jacob!? Gorion yelled through the storm. The sound of quiet but cruel laughter filled his ears in response.

The black-robed figure outstretched one of his hands, bringing it from under the cover of his robes. In it he held a longsword, its hilt as white as bone but the blade the deepest black.

?I knew you would try to reach Candlekeep this night. You are so thoroughly predictable, old friend.?

As the one known as Jacob spoke, two more figures appeared from the gloom of that forest that surrounded them. Each held a crossbow, and they were aiming directly at Gorion.

?Be careful, you trigger happy fools. I require that child aliv?? Jacob began to speak in a lazy voice, one that hinted at not taking the situation overly seriously. However, while he spoke, Gorion pulled the wand free from his belt, and aimed it at Jacob before activating it.

A ball of flame erupted from the end of the wand and sped towards the spot where Jacob had been standing only seconds ago. However, he had dived to the side of the road and into the trees, his reflexes kicking in as soon as Gorion?s hand emerged from within his robes.

The blast of fire that ensued from the fireball spell narrowly missed Jacob, his two friends were not as lucky. Having been standing in close proximity to Jacob?s original position, they took the blast full on, and the force of it blew them from the road. Their bodies lay amidst the trees, slowly burning as magical flames consumed them.

?Very clever,? Jacob called from his hiding place. ?You forget one important detail, Gorion.? He added as Gorion scanned the woods, looking for any sign of him.

Gorion?s eyes darted from one shadow to the other, his wand following his gaze. Activating his wand, he forth sent another fireball that exploded amidst the trees.

?I was a Harper, my friend, I know how you think.?

Gorion smirked. The light caused by the explosion from his last fireball had cast Jacob?s shadow against a nearby tree. Additionally, his foe was too busy throwing taunts to have realised this.

His smirked faded, however, when the sound of Jacob?s voice filled the night. He was casting a spell and Gorion was not in a position to launch a fireball directly at him. Furthermore, due to the presence of an infant clutched against his chest he was prevented from using any of his own magic.

Cursing once again, Gorion launched another fireball in the general direction he had seen Jacob?s shadow, hoping beyond hope that the blast would somehow catch him and interrupt his spellcasting.

The ball of flames hit a tree and the third explosion of the night rang out, flames burning wood, grass and leaves. The third fireball, it would seem, had pushed the wand to its breaking point, and it was consumed in a red light, flakes of smouldering wood falling to the ground below.

Gorion heard a noise behind him and turned in time to see a dimensional door closing, a black robed figure having already stepped out. A cruel smile spread across Jacob?s now revealed face.

?Parashaka!? Jacob called out with a flourish of his spare hand. A wave of magical force came fourth from and struck Gorion, freezing the aging sage where he stood.

Gorion struggled against his invisible restraints but was unable to move. He had been caught by Jacob?s power word and was now unable to defend himself. He watched anxiously as Jacob stepped closer, his black blade held high.

?Tamriel! I tried to keep her safe! Forgive me!? Gorion thought as he was forced to watch helplessly as Jacob stepped even closer, enjoying his victory far too much.

A sharp screech filled the night as three giant owls descended upon Jacob. Gorion watched in a mixture of awe and fear as the large birds repeatedly dived at Jacob, pecking with beaks and slashing with claws.

The now shocked Jacob sent waves of magic missiles and lightning bolts into the air, trying to halt the creatures? aerial assault, but to no avail. The night sky combined with the overhead storm clouds gave the giant owls perfect cover, and all his spells seemingly missed their mark.

Gorion continued to struggle against his invisible bounds, and had to fight back a cry of triumph as he broke free from the spell?s effect. His adversary was unaware of this, however, his attention still focused intently on the birds.

Using his spell sequencer, Gorion sent two waves of magic missiles towards Jacob?s back. As they struck, staggering Jacob slightly, he turned to look at Gorion, his face red with rage.

Jacob?s eyes seethed with hatred as he awkwardly slashed at the owls whenever they descended to attack him. Blood poured from a cut he had sustained close to his right eye.

?This is not over, Gorion,? he yelled before turning and fleeing into the woods, obviously hoping for some cover against the constant aerial assault.

Checking to make sure his ward had not been harmed, Gorion was relieved to see that the round dusky face staring up at him from beneath the bundle of cloth had its eyes closed and was breathing steadily. Deciding not to push his luck, Gorion continued his trip to Candlekeep.

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A short distance away, standing upon a hill that overlooked the path to Candlekeep, a lone figure stood watching the sage Gorion.

When he was content that the danger to Gorion and his ward had been averted and his summoned creatures had chased Jacob deep into the forest, he turned in a flourish of red robes and began making his own way through the storm towards the nearby town of Beregost.

?My friend Gorion, I certainly hope you know what you are doing.? Elminster said grimly under his breath, giving the beaten road behind him one last look.

Edited by Dark-Mage, 11 April 2007 - 04:59 PM.

[Dark-Mage]

New Arrival

21 Marpenoth 1358

Kailora sat beneath the oak tree within the inner grounds of Candlekeep. A book lay in the lap of the young half-drow, who currently paid it no attention, as she leant back against the rough bark of the tree.

Around her, brown leafs from the tree littered the ground. Autumn was in full swing, and the young Kailora was enjoying the leaf-fall.

She heard the sound of childish giggling nearby, possibly from the other side of the wall, near the stables. This provoked a peculiar reaction from Kailora. She pulled the hood of her robes around her face and her hands were pulled into the sleeves of slightly too large robes. Finally, her feet were pulled back and tucked underneath her legs. Effectively, she resembled nothing more then a lumpy bundle of dark blue cloth, resting against the tree.

Children within Candlekeep were something of a rarity, but there were a few. Kailora tried to avoid them though, as they tended to laugh at and tease her. Name-calling was also common.

?Drow, drow!? was the typical chant of the main tormenter, a human boy who was the same age as Kailora.

It was not just the children she feared, some of the adults were also particularly harsh towards her, albeit in a very different fashion. They refrained from outright harassment, of course, instead favouring cold stares and loathing looks. None were as bad as Ulraunt, though.

This did not seem to bother the ten year old too much. After all, she was quite fond of her privacy and was much too young to understand much of the reasoning behind their pathological hatred of her.

So, Kailora read whenever she found herself without chores to do. She was especially fond of tales about wizards, who defeated villains with a combination of wit and their mastery of the art.

Peering out from beneath her hood, she saw the sky was beginning to darken. Picking up her book, Kailora got to her feet and began to walk towards the gates of Candlekeep.

Gorion, who had departed on a trip a tenday ago, was scheduled to return today. Furthermore, before he had left, he had told Kailora that he might be bringing someone back with him.

This prospect had Kailora more than a little excited. She secretly hoped that this other person might be a drow, like herself. So, the last couple of days had been spent in baited anticipation.
Sure, she had her books, and enjoyed reading them. However, the youngster often found herself becoming too lonely and therefore desperate for a companion.

As she left the inner grounds, the gate of Candlekeep came into view, and she saw Gorion standing in whispered conversation with several Watchers. One of them departed, heading towards the keep.

Kailora?s attention was soon focused on the small figure standing beside her foster father, who was watching the strangers surrounding her with a mixture of curiosity and fear.

The figure, a young girl, was wearing a nondescript brown tunic and pants, and looked to be of equal age to Kailora. Her hair, an amber-brown colour, looked dirty, as did her small hands and face.

Gorion seemed to notice his ward at this moment, and he waved her over. As she approached, Gorion smiled gently at her but the small girl seemed to shy away behind Gorion?s robes, turning her face away from Kailora.

?Another on,.? Kailora thought grimly as she shifted her focus from the girl to Gorion. ?Welcome back, father,? she said with a smile. ?How was your trip??

Gorion did not respond to her question, as he had noticed something over her shoulder, and a grim expression spread across his face.

?My child, I need you to take Imoen up to your room and wait for me there,? he said as he ran a hand through his now greying hair, ?I fear this will not go down too well.?

Kailora looked back to where her foster father?s eyes had drifted to, and saw both Tethtoril and Ulraunt approaching the gate, both wearing slightly grim expressions.

?I will do as you ask, father,? Kailora replied, a touch of seriousness to her voice. She had picked up on something within Gorion?s voice, a note of worry perhaps, or fearfulness.

Gorion bent down to speak to Imoen and whispered into her ear. The young girl then nodded and moved to stand beside Kailora. Giving Gorion one last, nervous smile, Kailora took the Imoen?s hand and began to lead her back to the steps of the keep.

As the pair walked past Ulraunt, Kailora saw barely concealed anger on his face. For once, his eyes were not fixed upon her though, but rather upon Gorion. She took a tighter hold of Imoen?s hand and tried to hasten their steps.

?What is the meaning of this, Gorion?? was the last thing Kailora heard as Imoen and she entered the keep, mounting the stairs and heading for her quarters.

[Dark-Mage]

Outcast

17 Eleint 1364

Kailora stood within her father?s private quarters, defiantly starring at Gorion across the writing table that separated them. The noises of everyday life in Candlekeep filtered in from outside, through the fourth floor window.

She tightened her hold on the book that was currently grasped in her left hand, and watched as Gorion?s eyes flickered to it before coming back to gaze into her own. Dull blue met rose red and without knowing why, Kailora felt ashamed of herself, as if she had somehow let Gorion down.

?Not like he ever forbade me to do my own research into MY heritage,? Kailora told herself forcibly. Gorion leaned forward, placing his hands together and resting his chin on them.

Kailora noted that his eyes were still firmly locked in her direction and she looked away, her face feeling hot. Looking for some way to stall for time, she reached up to re-arrange a few loose strands of her white hair. As she did so, her thoughts turned to Imoen and Kailora wondered if her friend was okay.

After the few stray hairs had been re-arranged, Kailora brought her hand back down to her side. There, the fingers of her free hand began to flex, as her eyes darted around the room. She desperately sought for something to focus on, anything to help maintain her silent composure.

Kailora shifted her weight uncomfortably, and when she could take it no longer, finally spoke. ?What would you have of me?? Her voice sounded strained and her polite tone sounded forced, even to herself.

She observed Gorion?s expression. Looking for any hint of annoyance or disappointment, she, to her relief, saw none.

?Now that you have ceased your childish pursuit of remaining silent,? Gorion replied with a gentle smile, ?we can discuss what happened earlier today. Like intelligent and civilised sentient beings, I hasten to add.?

The young half-drow?s cheeks darkened with embarrassment but she smiled and sat down in the chair opposite Gorion. She suspected that the mischievous twinkle that had appeared in her father?s eyes was directed towards how Ulraunt had reacted to the incident earlier that day.

Silence settled between them once more. Kailor?s attention was focused on the gulls that could be seen through the window. She knew she was only delaying the inevitable, but still could not bring herself to ask the question burning in her mind.

With a sigh, Kailora decided to take the plunge. ?Why does everyone hate me so, father?? She asked, as her hand reached up to grip the holy symbol that hung on a silver chain around her neck.

?Not everyone hates you, Kailora?? came the gentle reply.

?Yes they do,? the girl, replied, her voice shaking slightly, ?everyone treats me like I am some kind of? of?? Kailora paused, her now high-strung emotions preventing her from thinking up a suitable word.

?Monster?? Gorion suggested in a half-whisper.

Kailora nodded in agreement, but stopped when she saw the expression of disbelief etched onto Gorion?s face. ?How can you deny that they do?? she shouted across at Gorion, her temper flaring in frustration.

?Oh no, my child, you misunderstand me,? Gorion replied quickly. ?I do not doubt for a second that you have been treated most unfairly in your short life. That fact cannot be disputed. One need only look at the events of this very day.?

?I?m a monster,? Kailora interjected, turning her face away from Gorion.

?You are different, Kail, though I must add it is through no fault of your own. Now, will you permit me to finish what I was about to say??

Kailora found herself blushing once more before nodding. ?Of course, father.?

?The disbelieving expression you so keenly observed was not directed towards your skewed conceptions of being a monster, but rather the foolish notion of being hated by one and all.?

She was going to argue her point, fight her case, but had only just opened her mouth when Gorion spoke again. ?Tethoril? Imoen? Myself? Winthrop,? he stated simply. ?Need I go on Kail??

Kailora?s mouth remained open, her mind working furiously to find a weakness in Gorion?s logic. She suspected Gorion knew this as the kindly sage continued. ?Karen? Parda? Even Hull holds somewhat of a fondness of you. He could have used force in subduing your ?deranged? attack this morning but he decided against it.?

Kailora closed her mouth, she knew arguing was futile. Gorion had rebuked her argument completely.

?Why not tell me what actually transpired today, Kailora? I am afraid that all I have heard thus far consists of ranting and, of course, exaggerated rumours.?

Kailora sighed as she placed the book, which she had been clutching hold of desperately, onto Gorion?s desk. Taking a deep breath and preparing to tell the tale, Kailora found her eyes were drawn to the spine of the book where the tome?s title was clearly visible. ?That book, was probably the reason the whole ordeal escalated as much as it had,? she thought.

Willing her focus away from the History of The Drow: The Dark Wars, she began to relate the events of earlier that day.

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With nimble feet, Kailora descended the stone steps of the keep, though her mind was not fully on the task. Instead, she focused on the book held in her hands, eyes darting from one paragraph to the next scanning the content quickly. Slim fingers turning each page as Kailora read with interest.

Gradually, she moved away from the keep?s entrance, her white-trimmed blue cloak bellowing behind her as the gentle swish swish of her robes, matching the design of the cloak, filled the air.

Kailora was heading to her preferred reading spot beneath the oak tree. However, she was so focused on her book that she did not see the young, human boy whom she was walking towards. Colliding gracelessly with the boy, the pair ended up in a crumpled pile of cloth and body limbs on the stone path.

?Arkanis, I did not see you?? Kailora said breathlessly after disentangling herself and getting to her feet. ?I am??

?Shut ya mouth, half-breed!? Arkanis shouted, his loud responses drew several other young people nearby towards the commotion, all of them coming to stand behind the human boy, and each wearing amused expressions.

?It was an accident, Arkanis. Leave her alone.? Kailora heard someone from behind her call out, and turned to see Imoen standing there.

?She?s the accident.? Arkanis? replied, causing Kailora?s face to darken with anger, her dusky skin turning a slightly darker shade.

?Look at it, a filthy, dirty little Drow mongrel.? Arkanis emphasised the last two words, earning a round of laugher from the crowd but Arkanis, it seemed, was not done. ?My father was right! This little mongrel should have been put down at birth.?

Kailora took several steps back, her face still dark with embarrassment and furry. A reassuring hand rested briefly on her shoulder, giving a gentle squeeze and a kind voice whispered in her ear. ?Come on Kail, let?s head back to the ke??

?That is mine!? Kailora shouted, cutting Imoen off as Arkanis bent down to pick up the book she had dropped. ?Give it back.? Her voice was filled with anger, her eyes narrowed.

?Why should I? You gonna make me, Drow?? Arkanis replied, joining in with his friend?s laughter. Kailora watched as Arkanis read the title of the tome.

?Ooooh, ooooh? Arkanis practically squealed with delight, turning his head to look at his friends. ?History of the Drow! Doing a little family research are we, mongrel?? He paused, waiting for his friends to finish laughing.

?I am surprised he can even read, the inbred swine? Kailora thought as Imoen desperately tried to pull her away but she would not be moved. Kailora?s mind was racing as anger flared up inside her.

?Maybe looking for pictures of your dear old mummy. Was probably a whore, but am sure you know all about that eh mongrel?? Arkanis paused, allowing his friends to snigger and himself to smile
triumphantly. ?Ya know, I often wonder, how many of the teachers here do you actually spread your legs for mongrel??

?You take that back, Arkanis? NOW!? Kailora practically spat the last word. She had shaken off Imoen?s grasp and had taken a few steps towards the now gloating Arkanis.

?What are you going to do about it, whore??

Kailora opened her mouth to respond but closed it again when she could not think of a suitable response.

?Nothing, just as I thought.? Arkanis sneered.

Anger and humiliation flared within Kailora as she stared with contempt at Arkanis. Her hands flew to her belt, where her pouches of spell components were located.

Kailora?s hands began twisting in arcane gestures as she spoke the words that appeared in her mind. She felt the spell erase itself from her memory as a multicoloured transparent orb appeared in her outstretched hand. The orb turned into a shade of pale yellow.

Looking up at Arkanis, she saw that he was slowly walking towards her wearing an expression of disbelief and fear. ?This will show him.? She told herself and threw the orb directly at the approaching boy.

She watched with grim satisfaction as the orb struck true and Arkanis stumbled backwards howling in pain.

?I?m blind! I can?t see! ? Arkanis began to scream, his hands rubbing his eyes vigorously as he twisted in pain on the ground. The crowd stared in disbelief and shock, several of them fleeing the scene in the direction of the barracks.

The sounds of heavy footsteps filled the afternoon as several Watchers? approached, and Kailora felt a strong pressure applied to her shoulder.

An armoured hand was resting there, preventing her from moving, as an order for Ulraunt and Gorion to be summoned was given.


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Kailora told her tale in a rush, resulting in a mild case of breathlessness. She was desperate to make Gorion understand, if he did not then Kailora very much doubted that anyone would.

?Do you feel Kailora?? the young half-Drow looked back across at Gorion, ?that the use of magic was absolutely necessary? That your magical assault is in anyway justifiable? ?

Her eyes became downcast, ?no.? Kailora paused, feeling guilty. ?I?I should have left when Imoen insisted. I?I allowed my emotions to get the better of me.? She finished, refusing to meet Gorion?s gaze.

Instead, her eyes once more travelled to the tome. Reading the title in her mind over and over again, focusing on every single word, every single character. Anything to delay the inevitable of once more meeting the gaze of her father and seeing the look of disappointment there.

?That simple realisation, my child, is what makes you a much better person then Arkanis.? Kailora looked up, surprised by this response, and saw sincerity within Gorion?s eyes.

?Now I am not condoning what you did Kail. Not in any way, shape or form.? Gorion rose from his chair and moved across to the window.

?The fact remains, however, that you realise the grave misconduct you undertook. Instead of sprouting one meaningless excuse after the other, you admitted your short coming.?

?Am I to be punished, father?? Kailora asked in a concerned voice.

?I am afraid that Ulraunt insists on some form of punishment being administered. However, since you are my ward, I was able to convince him that your punishment should be left in my hands.?

?What is required of me?? Kailora asked, fearing the worst.

?After careful deliberation and conferring with both Ulraunt and Tethtoril. We have concluded that you should have less freedom in the area of your own studies and research, especially where offensive spellcasting is concerned. So, in light of this, I have arranged for you to forfeit some of this freedom in exchange for private lessons with Tethtoril.?

?Private lessons? With Tethtoril?? Kailora asked in disbelief.

?That is so. However, I regret to inform you that in order for Ulraunt to agree to this he did make one condition. He insists that you,? Gorion paused looked somewhat irritated, ?relinquish your spell book and any scrolls you may have accumulated.?

?Wh? what? Surely not, father?? Kailora replied. ?That is unjust, unfair? He can not ask that of me? He does not have the ri??

?I am afraid that, as current Keeper of the Tomes, he does have final say in all matters that transpire here within Candlekeep. I will, however, endeavour to have this particular frustrating constraint lifted as soon as possible, Kailora.?

Kailora nodded in appreciation. ?I understand, father, may I be excused?? Gorion nodded his agreement and Kailora rose from her chair. She took the book from the desk and headed straight for her own quarters.

[Dark-Mage]

A Gift From The Shadows

29 Eleint 1364

The sun rose over the Lion?s way, it?s warm rays radiating down over the various trees and surrounding plant life. Autumn was approaching the lands of the Sword Coast, and it was beginning to show. Leafs were starting to turn a shade of brown with elements of a green hue still evident, and the grass was starting to thin in places.

One of these browning leaves fell from a tree, albeit much sooner then it should, and gracefully glided down to the well-trodden, stone path, below. There, it was crushed under the foot of the solitary traveller, who was currently walking along the Lion?s Way.

He paused, seemingly collecting his thoughts, as amber eyes lingered on the stone towers and turrets of Candlekeep that had appeared up ahead, just visible over the trees. Usually an over-confident man, Diadan was still unable to suppress a feeling of nervousness from sweeping over him. The task he was about to undergo was dangerous to say the least.

A leather bag was placed on the ground as he lowered it from his shoulder, and listening for any sounds from the surrounding woodlands, Diadan bent down to inspect its contents. After checking the condition of his flute, he removed a book, wrapped in a sturdy cloth from the bag, before re-securing it over his shoulder.

Diadan resumed walking, his shoulder bag swaying from side to side. Occasionally, it would collide gently with the miniature harp he had secured over his other shoulder, although these blows lacked the force required to cause any kind of damage to the musical instrument.

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Kailora brooded as she lay upon her pallet, staring blankly at the stone ceiling of her room above her. Twelve days had passed since the incident with Arkanis, which had stripped the young mage of her spellbook and thereby seriously hampering her studies.

Ulraunt, of course, still refused to return it. The keeper of the tomes? argument being that it was inappropriate for Kailora to be running around with knowledge of offensive spells at her age, and with her level of experience. After all, she was still a child and quite unable to control her emotions.

This irritated Kailora, of course she was annoyed at losing her spellbook but if she was honest, the majority of the irritation came from playing straight into Ulraunt?s hands.

?The ?deranged half-breed?s violent attack? was just the thing that old codger had been waiting for,? Kailora thought restlessly.

True, Kailora still had her lessons with Tethoril, which were indeed interesting. The first had been a lengthy discussion on the properties of various non-corporal magical creatures, with specific emphasis on Nishruu and Hakeasher. She had been surprised to learn that some wizards, more notably conjurers, often summoned such beings in the midst of magical duels.

The second lesson consisted of Tethoril presenting Kailora with a spell scroll, Blur, and informing her that after a brief period of studying the scroll, she would be required to cast the spell upon herself.

Kailora smiled at the memory, she had been nervous whilst casting the unfamiliar spell, but it had gone smoothly and when the incantation was complete, she could feel the magic spreading over her body and taking effect.

Snapping out of her reverie, Kailora sat up and cast her eyes around the fairly plain looking room she inhabited. A simple, battered desk was placed against one wall. Spare pieces of parchment and broken quills littered its surface. Her wardrobe, that contained all her meagre possessions, rested against the opposite wall.

Littered around on the stone floor were several discarded robes. Usually well-organised and tidy, Kailora?s room now reflected her eccentric state of mind, brought about by a mixture of boredom and frustration.

Giving in to her restlessness, Kailora decided that a relaxing walk around the inner grounds and perhaps a visit to her friend, Imoen, might help keep her occupied for a brief period.

After draping her dark blue cloak, complete with white trim, over her shoulders and making sure that the cowl was pulled up, Kailora left her quarters.

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Some time later, Kailora was resting in the shade of the oak tree. Basking in its coolness, she laid down in order to make herself more comfortable. Closing her eyes and sighing contently, she allowed her mind to relax, and soon after, her thoughts began to wonder.

A breeze blew through the inner grounds at that moment, rustling her shoulder length white hair and caressing the dusky skin that was not protected by her dark blue robe or the cowl of the cloak she wore.

Suspecting another lesson with Tethoril soon, Kailora dwelled upon what the next topic they would cover could be. She vaguely recalled the elderly sage mentioning something about ?the exploration of utility spells.?

Then, her thoughts turned to Imoen. The bright spot in any day they spent time together. Sure, Kailora found her excessive cheeriness annoying sometimes, especially as the half-drow tended towards more of a brooder disposition. However, the fact remained that she considered Imoen to be her closest companion.

Kailora felt the haze of sleep begin to grow stronger as her mind became increasingly more relaxed. The last conscious thought that entered her mind was of Imoen, changing bedding and wiping tables, looking thoroughly bored the entire time.

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Diadan lazily rested against one of the stone pools that were situated around the inner grounds of Candlekeep. His gaze fixed firmly upon his intended prey, which lay sleepily resting a short distance away.

As he watched her, a lone finger gently caressed the harp that rested beside him, and he noted the gentle rise and fall of Kailora?s chest that was brought about by peaceful breathing. Amber eyes studied her figure, travelling over her form and drinking in every detail.

?She is pretty enough,? Diadan silently mused, ?despite her parentag. Could she really be one of the children??

Silently, he rose to his feet, picking up his harp in doing so. His other possessions, including his armour and weapon, were currently stored within the room he had rented at the inn. It was at this inn he intended to perform tonight, and if his manipulation of that overly happy girl had worked as he planned, Kailora would be there to witness it.

After one final glance at Kailora, Diadan began to slowly make his way back to Candlekeep?s inn.

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?Wake up, you.?

Kailora?s eyes opened to reveal Imoen standing over her. ?What?s up Immy?? she asked sleepily, whilst sitting up.

?What ya sleeping out here for eh?? Imoen asked in her usual cheery manner. ?That private study of yours getting a little stuffy?? at this, Imoen?s smile widened before she burst into a fit of childish giggles.

Kailora got to her feet, and whilst brushing off her robes, replied in a slightly guarded tone. ?It is slightly impractical to have a private study when you have nothing to study.?

Imoen?s smile faded, ?I?m so sorry, Kail. I didn?t mean??

Kailora?s quiet chuckle, and gentle shaking of her head interrupted Imoen, ?do not apologise Immy, there is no need.?

?Well, if your sure, Kail,? Imoen trailed off, her cheeks turning a slight shade of pink, hinting at embarrassment. ?Anyways, have you heard?? she changed the subject.

?Heard about what?? Kailora replied, smiling at her friend.

Imoen practically jumped up and down on the balls of her feet, excitement clearly evident on her young face. ?There is a bard, here in Candlekeep,? she exclaimed, an innocent twinkle in her eye. ?And,? she hastily began to add, before Kailora could respond, ?he is going to be performing at Ol? Puffguts? tonight.?

?Really?? Kailora asked, sounding a little uninterested, ?I think I will give it a miss. Curl up with a nice book instead??

?Oh no, missy,? Imoen replied fiercely. ?We are both gonna be at that show, even if I have to drag you there.?

?Immy,? Kailora began with a sigh, ?the inn will be crowded and I?d rather??

?Not be seen, eh??

?Well, yes,? Kailora whispered, looking away from her friend. ?Arkanis and his goons will no doubt be there.?

?Big deal,? Imoen said as she took hold of her friend?s hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze, ?so we?ll sit in a corner.?

Kailora did not reply, instead she kept her eyes averted and away from Imoen?s pleading expression. Sitting amidst a sizable audience of people, many of whom held less then friendly feelings towards her, was by no means the half-drow?s idea of a good time.

?Purr-lease, Kail,? Imoen finally added, doing her very best to sound sweet and innocent.

?Well, maybe just for a little while?? Kailora replied.

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Diadan scanned the small crowd that had gathered before him, searching eagerly for his prey. He strung a few notes of his harp as the audience quietly talked amongst themselves, an audience that was comprised of young scholars, Watchers and several who had the appearance of common labourers or farm hands.

Amber eyes scanned one audience member after another, pausing ever so slightly when they fell upon the face that was framed by dusky blonde hair, it?s owner whispering something to the human girl and halfling boy sitting around him.

?I wonder if he is Arkanis,? Diadan silently mused as his eyes followed the general direction of their stares and whispered giggles. There, sitting in the furthest corner, was Kailora. The cowl of her cloak pulled up in an attempt to hide the tell tale signs of her parentage.

Soft and soothing notes filled the small room as the bard began to play more earnestly, from where he was perched upon a stool positioned in front of the dingy, unlit fireplace.

The gentle melody began to sweep over the crowd, and they all eventually fell silent. Their eyes now fixed upon the bard before them.

?Now that I have your attention,? Diadan confidently spoke with a cheery smile, ?perhaps you?ll allow me to entertain you all. Or at least try.? He finished with a chuckle, several of the onlookers politely chuckled with him.

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Several hours later, Kailora and Imoen were skipping through the flowerbeds of the inner grounds, laughter filling the night as the two girls lost themselves in mirth. The sun was setting, and they both knew that it would soon be time to retire to their respective sleeping quarters.

?That was really something, eh, Kail?? Imoen asked, a mischievous smile playing across her lips. ?Bet your glad I dragged you along.?

Kailora returned her friends smile, and looked up at the darkening sky for several moments before answering. ?Yes, it was rather entertaining.?

?Rather entertaining?? Imoen mimicked her friend?s voice. ?C?mon, stop being such a stick in the mud.?

?Hey!? Kailora exclaimed as she playfully swatted at Imoen, who nimbly stepped aside.

?But seriously though,? Imoen said as both girls burst into another round of laughter, ?that guy sure looked at you a lot.?

?Yes, well,? the half-drow?s tone turned serious, ?not exactly a new experience. Everyone enjoys a good eyeful of the Candlekeep outcast.?

?Kail,? Imoen replied gently, ?I?m sure??

Imoen was interrupted by the sound of another, familiar, voice close by. ?Are you, by chance, the one called Kailora??

Both girls turned their eyes towards the source of the voice, and found the bard standing a few feet away. He was still dressed in the simple black outfit he had been wearing during his performance, however, gone was his harp, and instead he held a book.

?You do indeed match her description but one can never be too sure.? He spoke again, his voice hinting at amusement.

?Yes, I am Kailora,? she replied, ?and you are?? Kailora added, locking eyes with the bard.

?I am Diadan Locke, a travelling??

?Bard!? Imoen interjected enthusiastically, ?you were really good.?

Diadan smirked, and turned his eyes onto Imoen. ?Hello again, cheerful one.?

?How long ya gonna be here for? Oh, oh, can you perform for us again? Pretty please?? Imoen spoke in a rush, bobbing up on down on her feet with excitement.

?Down, Immy.? Kailora laughed, her eyes still fixed on Diadan. She was not sure, but Kailora thought she saw something flicker within his eyes.

?If only I could get rid of that babbling fool,? Diadan mused, tightening his hold on the book. ?I wondered if I might have a moment of your time, Kailora??

Ignoring Imoen?s playful expression, and less then subtle nudging, Kailora took one slow step forward. ?What can I do for you? Diadan??

However, it was Imoen who spoke first. ?Ooooh, I?m getting a little sleepy,? she emphasised her point by yawning, and stretching at the same time. ?I think I?ll go turn in,? winking at Kailora, she then turned around and headed for the keep.

?IMMY!? Kailora thought darkly as she watched the retreating back of her friend.

An awkward silence developed between Kailora and Diadan, as they each studied the other. Kailora?s eyes drifted from his short, dark brown hair to his amber eyes, and then to his sloping chin.

?He certainly is nice to look at,? She found herself thinking. ?So, what can I do for you?? Kailora asked, a note of impatience creeping into her voice, ?or are we to stand here all night??

Diadan laughed at this, his eyes twinkling with amusement. ?My, my, you are indeed a feisty one,? he chuckled. ?But you may save your suspicions and barbed remarks, as I require nothing of you. In fact, I am here to offer you a gift.?

As he finished speaking, he held the book up in front of him, giving Kailora a full view of it. ?I know how you were punished for merely defending your honour against that brute, Arkanis. A touch unfair in my own opinion, denying you the opportunity,? Diadan paused, as he seemed to weight something in his mind, ?no, the right to continue your studies was a most unfair, and harsh decision.?

Kailora was only vaguely listening to his words, however, as her attentions was almost completely fixated upon the arcane runes she could see transcribed upon the book?s black, leather cover.

?The gift I have in mind is a way around this injustice.? Diadan spoke again as he held the book out in his outstretched hand, offering it to Kailora.

Kailora reached out to take it but stopped herself. ?Another spell book? For me?? She asked in disbelief. ?Why would someone just hand me a spellbook??

?My master believes, that some of the knowledge inside is darker then anything you have previously been exposed to,? the bard said, his voice held a note of sharpness now.

?Darker?? Kailora asked herself. Growing suspicious, she hesitantly began to draw her hand back away from the offered book.

?If it is not to your liking then you can always refuse,? Diadan said in an overly cheery voice. ?I am sure Ulraunt will lift his punishment, and return your own spellbook any day now.?

Kailora?s hand darted forwards and took hold of the spellbook, savouring the feel of it against her skin. Diadan?s grip immediately released and Kailora pulled it from his grasp and hugged it against her chest.

?A wise decision, Kailora, and one you shall not regret, I assure you.?

Kailora?s eyes lingered on the book she held against herself, somewhat transfixed by the feel of it. She looked up to thank Diadan, but he was already gone.

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Darkness had completely fallen now, and within the woods that surrounded the Lion?s Way east of Candlekeep, Diadan waited. His back was pressed up against a tree, as his eyes nervously scanned the tree line around him, for any sign of movement.

He sensed, rather then heard or saw, the opening of a portal behind him amidst the foliage. Without looking back, he spoke in a nervous voice. ?It is done Lord Sabuk. I delivered your gift to the ward of Gorion.?

?She accepted?? The response came out of the darkness behind and although Diadan could hear the hints of coldness contained within it, he knew his master would be pleased.

?Yes,? the bard turned to face the robed figure, ?she accepted, and the sage Gorion is none the wiser.?

The hood of his robes concealed the face of Lord Sabuk, however, Diadan still saw the hint of a predatory smile forming there, and a look of coldness that filled the eyes of his master.

Edited by Dark-Mage, 06 May 2007 - 02:59 AM.

[Dark-Mage]

Tutelage

15 Marpenoth 1364

Kailora held the scroll a little higher then was required, in order to hide her darkening cheeks. Feeling embarrassed at failing to cast the spell the first time around, she focused even more intently upon the scroll, determined to be successful this time. ?I can do this. I will not fail again!?

Calming her thoughts and, clearing her mind, the young half-drow began to follow the instructions on the scroll. Kailora?s voice rang out loud and clear as the appropriate arcane gestures were made, spell components were fused together as the weave shifted and altered around her.

The coil of rope on the floor in front of Kailora twitched slightly as the scroll disintegrated. She hoped that it indicated her spell had been a success.

?You did it!? Whooped the black skinned figure, dressed in yellow robes, which was standing on the opposite side of the warehouse.

Kailora smiled at Obe, the resident illusionist, before looking towards a small stack of crates where her instructor was watching her with a kind smile.

?Now, for the second part of the lesson,? Tethtoril spoke in his calm and gentle voice, from where he was observing Kailora, ?I want you to command the rope.?

Kailora nodded once, before turning her attention back towards the coil of rope, focusing upon it and trying to reach out to it with her mind. However, the coil remained motionless.

?You can not command it with your mind, child. The rope will only respond to verbal suggestion.? Tethtoril said after a few minutes had passed.

?Verbal suggestion?? Kailora thought, before clearing her throat and speaking in a loud voice. ?Coil.?

To her relief and amazement, the rope instantly curled itself into a coil, and a smile spread across as her face at the approving looks of Tethtoril and Obe.

?Uncoil!? the half-drow then called out, and once again the rope instantly obeyed her.

?Not bad.? Obe said, as he sat down on the floor.

?Indeed it was a praise-deserving performance,? Tethtoril spoke, as he approached the rope and with a wave of his hand, dispelled Kailora?s animate rope spell. ?Gorion will be proud.?

Kailora could not help but smile at this praise, as a surge of emotion welled up inside her. She sat down on the wooden floor of the warehouse, feeling somewhat mentally tired from the exercise she had just underwent.

?I,? Kailora began, after a few moments rest, ?would like to try again.?

Tethoril chuckled. ?I am sure you do young one, I am sure you do. However, I have another exercise in mind.?

Obe must have taken this as a signal, as at that moment he dug out another spell scroll from the case that hung on his dark yellow robes. Kailora got back on her feet, and walked the short distance to take the scroll from him, before returning to the centre of the warehouse.

What looked like a green bone, or possibly a staff decorated the top right corner of the scroll. With a confirming nod from Tethoril, Kailora cast the spell.

A quarterstaff, composed of a pale green light, sprang to life in her right hand upon the spell?s completion. Kailora noted that it was thinner then a typical oak staff, like the one she sometimes practised with, but it was also much lighter.

Kailora swung it in several careful arcs over her head, savouring how much sleeker it felt in her hands. As she admired the weapon, giving it a few more experimental swings and trying out several of the techniques Hull had shown her, Tethtoril spoke once again.

?That is a Decastave, Kailora, and much like other weapons summoned with both arcane and divine magic,? Tethtoril paused as he quickly cast a spell, finishing with a wave of his hand that resulted in a blade of flames springing to life from it, ?it possesses several magical properties. However, like it?s counterparts, it also has a limited duration upon this plane of existence.?

This point was perfectly timed to precisely the moment that the spell expired and the staff of green force faded from Kailora?s hand.

?That concludes are lesson for the time being,? Tethoril said as he dispelled his own conjured weapon, ?I shall send word when I have decided upon the time and topic of our next lesson.?

Kailora turned to leave but hesitated slightly, her hand creped up to grasp the talisman that hung there on a silver chain. ?Tethtoril, could I talk to you for a moment?? She asked a little nervously, turning around to look at the elderly sage.

Tethtoril smiled, ?of course, young one.?

Kailora waited until Obe left before speaking again. ?I have been thinking, and I would like to join the clergy of Mystra.?

Tethtoril studied her a moment before replying. ?A most worthy pursuit Kailora, but not something you can just wake up one day and decide.

?Oh, I know, Tethtoril,? Kailora began to say hastily, ?forgive my rashness, I just hoped that perhaps you would be willing to help me.?

?I shall think on this matter, and in the mean time, I believe it would be wise for you to continue praying to the Mother of All Magic.? Tethtoril smiled as Kailora nodded, and then turned to leave the warehouse for the second time.

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Kailora entered her quarters, and immediately went straight to her wardrobe, from which she withdrew the tome that had been given to her by Diadan. Walking over to her desk, she sat down, and then placed the tome in front of her.

The book, she had discovered, was more then just a spell book. It did contain a number of spells written in the first half of the book, many of them being far beyond her current ability to cast or even comprehend. Additionally, the second half of the book seemed to be composed of reference material, and in depth knowledge on several different topics related to the art.

The first of these reference sections consisted of knowledge on the Power Word spells, however, after searching, Kailora could only find one of these spells within the book?s pages. Another section contained a similar depth of information on the Symbol spells, but none of these were scribed into the book. Necromancy, and spells using negative energy, seemed to feature heavily within the book?s pages as well.

The topic that had truly captivated her interest, however, was magic that could be used to enhance other spells, empowering and extending them far beyond their usual confines and restrictions.

Despite the excitement that Diadan?s gift instilled in her, Kailora also felt guilt, guilt at keeping such a thing from Gorion, and the others.

So, in an attempt to appease her conscience, Kailora had confided about the spell book to Imoen, who reacted in a mixture of shock, and curiosity.

Kailora convinced herself that she did intend to inform Gorion about it, but if this spell book was to be confiscated alongside her other, then she could at least thoroughly study its content first, see what it contained.

And so it came about that Kailora would steal whatever moments she could away from praying eyes, in order to examine this newly bestowed tome of magical text. Her mind reeling at all the opportunities it presented.

Edited by Dark-Mage, 10 May 2007 - 01:51 PM.

[Dark-Mage]

Dark Knowledge

12 Tarsakh 1365

A fine mist covered the ground, and the air was full of moisture due to the rain that fell earlier that day. Kailora stood in the shadows of the inner ground?s stone wall, her eyes peering into the darkness, looking for any sign of patrolling Watchers.

Although Candlekeep?s many magical wards and defences made the library fortress quite secure, it was customary for the grounds to be patrolled at night.

Reaching to her belt, Kailora took hold of the thin wand that was secured there, and taking a deep breath, she darted from the shadows of the wall across to the door of the warehouse in front of her.

Pointing the wand at the door, she activated it, hoping that her identification of the wands effect had been accurate. Kailora smiled as she heard the unmistakeable sound of the door unlocking.

Pulling it open, whilst re-securing the wand to her belt, she chanced one more fearful look along the dirt road that lead to the warehouses, and then quickly darted inside. The door closed silently behind her.

Kailora stood staring at it for a moment, mentally questioning if she should use the wand to re-lock it again. She eventually decided against it, as although it might have offered her more security, she was unsure as to how much power the wand had left, and if locking the door whilst she was still inside expanded it?s last charge, Kailora feared what might happen when she was discovered.

Turning away from the door, she surveyed the dank, and dark warehouse that was spread before her. Kailora?s darkvision, a gift from her drow parentage, showed the outlines of the various crates and boxes that were scattered, and piled across the entire length of the warehouse.

She quickly cast one of the cantrips she had learnt, and several balls of light shot fourth from her hand, and became suspended in the air. The soft light that generated from them improved the visibility, without being too bright to warrant second glances from any Watchers who may happen to walk by.

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Gorion ran a tired hand through his grey hair, thoroughly unable to take his eyes off the item that rested on his desk. Magic radiated from it, and he sensed that it was an item of some power, even if Tarmiel had refused to divulge all of its secrets to him before her tragic end.

For some time now, he had been debating handing the amulet to Kailora, it was hers by right, and it would be fitting, as the young half-drow had no other memento of her mother.

Gorion, however, was hesitant to do so, especially as the amulets full potential continued to elude him. Although, he suspected that its general use was geared towards the use of arcane magic, perhaps even divine magic as well.

?It does make sense, Tarmiel, after all, you were quite the powerful priestess, before you lost your way.?

Gorion sighed as he closed the lid of the small box, in which the amulet was placed. As he crossed the length of his room to where an opened chest waited, he decided that perhaps he should get some rest.

?I will give it to her Tarmiel, but not yet.? He said aloud as he closed the lid of the chest and prepared to turn in for the night.

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Kailora turned quickly, as she once again heard the scuffling sound from behind a nearby crate. It was no secret that the warehouses of Candlekeep occasionally served as the home of rats, the vermin often finding a way in, and then living on the food stores.

Reevor, the quartermaster, had be known to, upon occasion, commission others to hunt down as many of the rats as possible, however, it seemed impossible to exterminate them entirely.

That was why Kailora had chosen to practise this particular spell here, away from praying eyes, and at a time that almost guaranteed her some privacy.

A rat appeared on a crate up ahead, its beady eyes fixed upon something only it could see, and its dark fur standing on end. Kailora?s hands drifted to her pouches of spell components, as she watched the rat closely.

Its tail swished slightly, as the rat turned to jump off the crate, however, a ray of angry red energy slammed into it. The rat hit a nearby wall, and, after sliding down, lay twitching slightly on the floor.

Kailora turned her back on the now dead rate, her eyes scanning the darkness before her, looking for any signs of movement. The young half-drow had one more spell memorised, and she intended to experiment with it, before heading back to her quarters.

She saw a flicker of movement from the corner of her eye, and spun towards its source. Another rat was scurrying around in the dark, its tail held high.

A ray of pale light struck the rat, and Kailora gasped as she felt a sudden coldness spread through her own body. Remembering that Larloch?s Minor Drain transfers life force from the recipient to the caster, Kailora wondered if that was what the coldness she felt indicated.

As she drifted out the door, and once again made her way through the night, Kailora?s thoughts lingered on the spells she had cast tonight. Although they had been interesting, Kailora decided that she still preferred the Chromatic Orb she had used against Arkanis, as its effects seemed less sinister.

[Dark-Mage]

Weaveglow

7 Uktar 1365

Kailora stood in the middle of her darkened room, the sun had set several hours ago, and with no lanterns lit, there was very little light to see by. Her darkvision gave the room a dim focus, amplifying the little moonlight that trickled in, through the open window.

Deep down, the young half-drow felt strange, an unfamiliar sensation of being happy, and more importantly, at peace with herself had settled in since the ceremony, that afternoon.

Tethtoril had been true to his word, and although it had taken some time to arrange, Kailora?s initiation, and starflight ceremony had been successful, and she was now a member of Mystra?s clergy.

Kailora held a hand in front of her face, as she concentrated intently on it a pale blue light appeared, and spread across her dark skin. The soft radiance began to fill the room, improving visibility slightly.

Mystra?s boon illuminated a book, which was currently resting on Kailora?s desk, its yellowing pages bound in fading leather. She had found the book hidden amongst much larger and newer tomes within Candlekeep?s library and, after a quick glance, had almost disregarded it.

However, it was then that Kailora had noticed a particular paragraph, which spoke of signature spells. Like the idea of magic-enhancing spells, this greatly appealed to Kailora?s thirst for knowledge.

A problem had presented itself, however, as the process not only required extensive research and experimentation, but it also required a substantial investment of gold, to purchase various components and other materials, as well.

The research was not particularly an issue, as Kailora felt no real objections to locking herself away for a tenday or so, although she felt a little unhappy at the prospect of spending so much time away from Gorion and Imoen. The real issue was the gold, gold that she simply did not have.

Kailora stood staring down at the book, the soft light radiating a frown upon her smooth features. ?Perhaps,? she wondered curiously, letting the thought trail off.

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Imoen crept slowly along the dark corridor, her human eyes poorly adjusted to the lack of light. She moved from one shadow to the next, stepping as lightly as possible.

?Have to be sneaky,? the young scoundrel thought mischievously ?Sneaky, sneaky,? her mind began to drift, and a smile played its way across her mouth, ?won?t catch me this time.?

Imoen continued to place one foot before the other, in an increasingly rapid fashion as she progressed towards her target.

?Almost there, Immie, you can do this,? she mentally encouraged herself, her mind wandering even further away from the task at hand. ?Whoops,? Imoen thought, as her feet entangled, and she fell gracelessly to the floor.

A door up ahead opened, and a dim, pale blue light spilt out into the corridor. A shadow appeared in the light, as Kailora stuck her head out of the doorway. ?Who is there?? she called out.

?Drats,? Imoen thought as she got to her feet. ?Heya, it?s just me, Imoen.?

?Imoen?? Kailora asked curiously, ?Is there a particular reason as to why you are sneaking around in the dark??

Imoen blushed, ?well obviously, Kail, I?m practicing for when I am a great, and dashing, rogue.? She emphasized the latter with a bow, and a flourish of her hand.

?Still dreaming of becoming an adventurer?? Kailora asked with a giggle, ?Crawling through dungeons, looking for ancient treasure.? She added whilst walking back into her room, Imoen walking in behind her.

?Uh huh,? Imoen replied as she closed the door, and watched Kailora light several lanterns around the room, the blue glow having disappeared from her hand. ?Of course. Come on Kail. You enjoy Gorion?s stories too.?

?Perhaps Imoen,? the half-drow said with a gentle smile, ?but they are just that, stories.?

?Spoil sport,? Imoen said, whilst fighting back a smile of her own. ?Anywho, what was that glowy hand trick? New spell??

?No, not really,? Kailora replied. ?More of a divine ability, Weaveglow, and it is usable by all of Mystra?s clergy.?

Imoen nodded at Kailora?s words, listening politely as her eyes travelled around her friend?s quarters. ?Oh, I almost forgot,? she said suddenly, bring her focus back to Kailora, ?have you heard the good news??

?There is good news?? Kailora asked doubtfully, but with a mischievous wink at Imoen.

?Arkanis is leaving,? Imoen excitedly exclaimed, whilst grinning wildly, ?soon too, I think.?

?Well, that certainly qualifies as good news Immy.? Kailora said with a smile.

?Indeedy do, things looking up for you now eh Kail?? Imoen asked with a playful smile. ?No more Arkanis, Ulraunt finally agreed to return your spell book, and??

?Yes, Immy,? Kailora cut her friend off, growing ever more nervous of the mischievous smile that was beginning to spread across Imoen?s face. ?Let us not mention Diadan, please.?

?You miss him?? Imoen asked seriously, all traces of her mischievous smile gone, as she sat down on Kailora?s pallet, watching her friend closely.

?He was rather cute,? Kailora said, her cheeks darkening slightly, ?and possessed a certain, confident persona.?

Kailora?s cheeks darkened further, and she turned her face away from Imoen in an attempt to hide the embarrassment she was feeling.

?What is wrong with me?? Kailora thought, as she focused her attention on her window, through which, only the darkness of the night sky greeted her.

?I wonder,? Kailora spoke softly, ?where he is, and what he is doing.? She stopped, and after a few moments, turned to look once again, at Imoen. ?I wonder if he thinks of me at all.?

Silence was her only answer.