Jessi: I do not own these characters, but Uriel is mine :)
Some people will be wondering what happened to my old version of Shadow and Light. Well, I felt I had written myself into a hole and I kept thinking up bits from Uriel's and Solaufein's past that I felt needed to be put down on paper (metaphorically speaking of course).
So now I invite you to enjoy the new version, set just after Uriel's arrival in the Underdark...
The glass distorted the faces on the other side of Uriel's prison, but there was no mistaking them: Bodhi, the vampire cooing to him through the glass; Yoshimo, the bounty hunter who avoided looking at the imprisoned elf and of course...
"Irenicus!" Uriel pounded on the wall, his hands curled up into fists, "Coward!" he growled, "Kisama o koroso!" he'd switched to elvish without even realising.
"Such language!" Bodhi giggled, baring her fangs in a wide grin.
Irenicus said nothing but reached out...
His hand closed about Uriel, the frosty blue eyes now twin suns burning malevolently in his masked face. The sun elf struggled but the mage's grip tightened, crushing his arms against his sides and the curse that had been making its way to the Bhaalspawn's lips turned into a chocked scream.
"It'll all be over soon," Uriel's vision darkened and the last thing he saw were those inhuman eyes.
Uriel cried out as he awoke. His body and the blankets of the small bed were soaked in sweat, strands of his red hair sticking to his forehead and back. Beneath his long fingers he could feel his heart hammering away. He scanned the room for threats.
To the left of him was Minsc, sleeping in two beds that had been shoved together. The ranger was sprawled out on his blankets, snoring loudly, blissfully unaware. The sun elf's keen eyes could see Boo, the supposed giant minature space hamster, curled up on the pillow, next to Minsc's shaved head.
Opposite Uriel's bed was Edwin, lying on his stomach, his head hidden beneath a thick pillow, to muffle Minsc's snoring. He muttered something in Thayvian and shifted slightly.
The elf knew that in the next room were the other three members of his party: Jaheira, Viconia and Imoen, probaly all sleeping soundly, undisturbed by nightmares of blood and...
He shivered. Ever since Irenicus had taken his soul he'd... felt so hollow.
But he had no time for this... he had to lead his party, his friends through the Underdark, keep them safe. His fists clenched, he would not lose any of them!
He'd failed before and for Khalid and Dynaheir... They had not left Irenicus' dungeon. At least he'd been able to save Imoen. But even that had been too late to save her soul.
Imoen smoothed her bright pink locks down as she emerged from her room. She ran her hands up and down her arms, trying to warm them... She always seemed to be cold these days. The young thief-mage was about to turn back to get her cloak when a flash of red caught her eye.
Her brother, Uriel, was standing at the railing, looking down at the tiny deep gnome settlement. He was fully dressed, even wearing his half-plate armour.
She stood next to him, reconizing the despair on his face... and knew exactly what he was feeling. She patted his arm, and their eyes met, each offering the other silent comfort.
In the drow outpost of Ust Natha, the drow fighter-mage Solaufein headed back towards the Male Fighter's Guild. His dark-grey eyes were cold and hard and his hands never strayed far from the flail and the longsword on his narrow hips.
Any drow would have thought him just ordinary, a skilled fighter and a compotent mage to be sure, but what else would they think? An enemy? An ally? A potential bed-mate with the sharp, attractivly angled planes of his face, which resembled that of a fallen angel once he removed the golden headband and let his fringe fall in front of his eyes? Perhaps.
Of those three possibilties only one was certain: enemy.
Gods willing, he would take a blade to every Spider-Kisser here and be done with it. Even capture would be better than this...
Every day was the same... plots and intrigue, spun tighter than Lloth's webs and death dealth to others by his hands. Even when he was let off his leash and allowed to roam the city there still was a stifling routine to his life: eat, sleep, spar, study, making himself stronger for the use in the schemes of the priestesses.
Even his old form of release, the lust chambers of the tavern, where both males and females were avaliable for the right price (though he not taken a female to his bed ever since... her), was wearing thin...
Solaufein was close to breaking.
Jessi: Sorry to any Japanese people who were offended by Uriel's "elvish". Bascially it means: I'll kill you f--ker