Accidents Happen
Disclaimer: I dont own Drizzt or Guenhywvar. I'm just barrowing then for a little while. The rest of these dysfunctional characters belong to friends, except the ones I made up. The Gnomish Mafia belongs to Dustin. He deserves the credit for that one.
Ò Calling me a half wit...Ó grumbled the wizard as he fumbled in his pounch for the key spell componet. Ò IÕll show them. When I get rid of that drow.Ó He pulled the black crystal out, examining it in the sunlight. ÒFlawless.Ó He thought. It had cost him dearly and the the deal he made with the Gnomish Mafia bordered on out right rape, but it would all be worth it. He began the incantation, noticing the drow and panther finishing off his canon fodder.
The panther tackled and buried her claws in the last orc around her. Stupid orcs. She knew the elf was only playing with his last orc. The fight could have ended several minutes sooner, but both cat and drow needed this. Things had been far too quiet of late. Her orc dead, she looked up to see how the other fight progressed when she caught a movement to the side. Someone in oversized robes stepped out onto the battlefield.
Casting complete, the wizard spread out his hands and shot out tiny black shards in the oblivious elfÕs direction. Six hundred pounds of black fur leaped to intercept the projectiles.
The drow finished his orc off in time to see the cat take several small shard and tumble off the ledge.
ÒOh, Crap!Ó This said after seeing his plan fail. The dark elf was not going to be happy abut pet falling over the edge of a cliff, much less being shot at. ÒNow would be a good time to um.. run.Ó He thought. Pissed off drow with big swords, dead cat...This could be very bad. Screw the gnomish mafia. The wizard teleported away someplace safe and familar.
The dark elf ran over to the edge and looked down. Some eight to ten feet down sat a smaller ledge which he expected to see the panther on, instead, lying naked on the legde was a young woman.
The climb down was an easy one, especially for the agile drow. He quickly made his way down to the girl; she was unconcous, but did not look too badly hurt. A few cuts and scrapes, the worst of which looked like a deep gash on her right thigh and her left foot was bleeding. She was beautiful, raven black hair and pale almost alabastor skin, but where was Guenhwyvar?
***************************************************************************** Several miles away in the relative safety of the Weasel Inn, sat the wizard enjoying a glass of wine and watching the antics of the other patrons. One group in particular held his interest, a gnome, half-orc half something else wannabe bard ( telling bad jokes and not drinking), a drow sorceress and some other little guy he really wasnÕt sure about were engaged in a drinking game with a dwarf. He would have placed his bet on the dwarf in this little game had he not seen this bunch at the Inn before. Praises uttered to some dwarf god from the non-dwarves and beer magically appeared on the table in HUGE mugs. He was glad he was not a betting man, especially given his current luck or lack there of. At that moment his luck worsened, three gnomish inforcers entered the common room, wearing ungnomish-like black leather armour and armed with brass knuckles and wearing daggers like swords. This could be a very bad thing..
The gnome taking part in the drinking game, dived under the table, beer in hand, attempting and failing to hide.
The three inforcers ignored the one under the table and marched straight to the wizardÕs table.
ÒKick da gnome.Ó Giggled tha dark elven sorerecess, slamming down another empty beer mug and promptly passing out.
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The woman moaned and began to come to as the elf took off his hooded cloak to cover her and pick up. He began to climb back up where he could examine to wounds easier.
She opened her eyes, haunting emerald and familiar. She glanced about from side to side then leveled on the dark elf.
ÒDrizzt?Ó It was little more than a whisper.
The elf fell back, Ò How do you?..Ó He started to ask, but let the question hang in the air.
The woman sat up, seeming just as confused as the drow, and looked down at herself. ÒHow ? This isnÕt right...Ó She was speaking more to herself, trying to sort things out. A black cat ear, twicked. He had not noticed the cat ears before. They say just on the top of her head as raven black as her hair, which had been covering them before.
ÒGuenhwyvar?Ó He asked, edging a bit closer, still confused. He watched the girl as she studied her fingers- slender, delicate and each tipped with a pointed black nail. She quickly looked up at the name.
ÒIt is you.Ó Amazement in his voice.
She cocked her head to the side, raven hair falling in her face.
ÒWhat happened?Ó
She focased on the dark elf, Ò A little wizard cast some strange spell at you while you were too intent on playing with your orc to notice.Ó
ÒAnd you jumped in to save me.Ó
She simply smiled, Ò ItÕs what I do,Ó the smile turning into a big grin, tiny cat fangÕs visible.
She tried to move, sending a wave of searing pain through her body. Ò Can you send me back?
Drizzt nodded and took the onyx figerine out of his pouch and place it on the ground in front of him, hoping it would work even with her not being a cat.
Ò Go home, Guenhwyvar.Ó
Grey mist swirled around around the girl and moved to the figurine then dissipated, leaving the figurine on the ground and Guenhwyvar still in her current form.
He wished he had a horse, but a town wasnÕt far. He figured they should reach it before dark. The woods were unusaully free of goblins and other nastiness. The local adventurers must keep the little buggers in check, Drizzt thought. Guen was wearing an extra shirt of his, which was too big for her. He found himself wondering how a 600 hundred pound panther could fit into such a petite body. He shook his head and glanced down at her.
ÒI can walk.Ó She paused, Ò my paw doesnÕt hurt so much anymore.Ó
Drizzt laughed. ÒItÕs not a paw. ItÕs called a foot and besides its still hasnÕt stopped bleeding.Ó
Her shoulders drooped and lower lip jutted out into a full merciless pout.
ÒOh, thatÕs not fair..Since when...youÕve been around Catti-Brie too much. SheÕs a bad influence.
The girl snickered and giving up nestled her head against the drowÕs chest.
Disclaimer: I dont own Drizzt or Guenhywvar. I'm just barrowing then for a little while. The rest of these dysfunctional characters belong to friends, except the ones I made up. The Gnomish Mafia belongs to Dustin. He deserves the credit for that one.
Ò Calling me a half wit...Ó grumbled the wizard as he fumbled in his pounch for the key spell componet. Ò IÕll show them. When I get rid of that drow.Ó He pulled the black crystal out, examining it in the sunlight. ÒFlawless.Ó He thought. It had cost him dearly and the the deal he made with the Gnomish Mafia bordered on out right rape, but it would all be worth it. He began the incantation, noticing the drow and panther finishing off his canon fodder.
The panther tackled and buried her claws in the last orc around her. Stupid orcs. She knew the elf was only playing with his last orc. The fight could have ended several minutes sooner, but both cat and drow needed this. Things had been far too quiet of late. Her orc dead, she looked up to see how the other fight progressed when she caught a movement to the side. Someone in oversized robes stepped out onto the battlefield.
Casting complete, the wizard spread out his hands and shot out tiny black shards in the oblivious elfÕs direction. Six hundred pounds of black fur leaped to intercept the projectiles.
The drow finished his orc off in time to see the cat take several small shard and tumble off the ledge.
ÒOh, Crap!Ó This said after seeing his plan fail. The dark elf was not going to be happy abut pet falling over the edge of a cliff, much less being shot at. ÒNow would be a good time to um.. run.Ó He thought. Pissed off drow with big swords, dead cat...This could be very bad. Screw the gnomish mafia. The wizard teleported away someplace safe and familar.
The dark elf ran over to the edge and looked down. Some eight to ten feet down sat a smaller ledge which he expected to see the panther on, instead, lying naked on the legde was a young woman.
The climb down was an easy one, especially for the agile drow. He quickly made his way down to the girl; she was unconcous, but did not look too badly hurt. A few cuts and scrapes, the worst of which looked like a deep gash on her right thigh and her left foot was bleeding. She was beautiful, raven black hair and pale almost alabastor skin, but where was Guenhwyvar?
***************************************************************************** Several miles away in the relative safety of the Weasel Inn, sat the wizard enjoying a glass of wine and watching the antics of the other patrons. One group in particular held his interest, a gnome, half-orc half something else wannabe bard ( telling bad jokes and not drinking), a drow sorceress and some other little guy he really wasnÕt sure about were engaged in a drinking game with a dwarf. He would have placed his bet on the dwarf in this little game had he not seen this bunch at the Inn before. Praises uttered to some dwarf god from the non-dwarves and beer magically appeared on the table in HUGE mugs. He was glad he was not a betting man, especially given his current luck or lack there of. At that moment his luck worsened, three gnomish inforcers entered the common room, wearing ungnomish-like black leather armour and armed with brass knuckles and wearing daggers like swords. This could be a very bad thing..
The gnome taking part in the drinking game, dived under the table, beer in hand, attempting and failing to hide.
The three inforcers ignored the one under the table and marched straight to the wizardÕs table.
ÒKick da gnome.Ó Giggled tha dark elven sorerecess, slamming down another empty beer mug and promptly passing out.
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The woman moaned and began to come to as the elf took off his hooded cloak to cover her and pick up. He began to climb back up where he could examine to wounds easier.
She opened her eyes, haunting emerald and familiar. She glanced about from side to side then leveled on the dark elf.
ÒDrizzt?Ó It was little more than a whisper.
The elf fell back, Ò How do you?..Ó He started to ask, but let the question hang in the air.
The woman sat up, seeming just as confused as the drow, and looked down at herself. ÒHow ? This isnÕt right...Ó She was speaking more to herself, trying to sort things out. A black cat ear, twicked. He had not noticed the cat ears before. They say just on the top of her head as raven black as her hair, which had been covering them before.
ÒGuenhwyvar?Ó He asked, edging a bit closer, still confused. He watched the girl as she studied her fingers- slender, delicate and each tipped with a pointed black nail. She quickly looked up at the name.
ÒIt is you.Ó Amazement in his voice.
She cocked her head to the side, raven hair falling in her face.
ÒWhat happened?Ó
She focased on the dark elf, Ò A little wizard cast some strange spell at you while you were too intent on playing with your orc to notice.Ó
ÒAnd you jumped in to save me.Ó
She simply smiled, Ò ItÕs what I do,Ó the smile turning into a big grin, tiny cat fangÕs visible.
She tried to move, sending a wave of searing pain through her body. Ò Can you send me back?
Drizzt nodded and took the onyx figerine out of his pouch and place it on the ground in front of him, hoping it would work even with her not being a cat.
Ò Go home, Guenhwyvar.Ó
Grey mist swirled around around the girl and moved to the figurine then dissipated, leaving the figurine on the ground and Guenhwyvar still in her current form.
He wished he had a horse, but a town wasnÕt far. He figured they should reach it before dark. The woods were unusaully free of goblins and other nastiness. The local adventurers must keep the little buggers in check, Drizzt thought. Guen was wearing an extra shirt of his, which was too big for her. He found himself wondering how a 600 hundred pound panther could fit into such a petite body. He shook his head and glanced down at her.
ÒI can walk.Ó She paused, Ò my paw doesnÕt hurt so much anymore.Ó
Drizzt laughed. ÒItÕs not a paw. ItÕs called a foot and besides its still hasnÕt stopped bleeding.Ó
Her shoulders drooped and lower lip jutted out into a full merciless pout.
ÒOh, thatÕs not fair..Since when...youÕve been around Catti-Brie too much. SheÕs a bad influence.
The girl snickered and giving up nestled her head against the drowÕs chest.