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1 . A Dagger at Their Backside
He held his cloak pulled tightly about him, although little light seeped in through the curtained windows, in this was his existence, deceptive and alone.
The way of the assassin.
While other people went of their lives basking in the pleasures of the sunshine and the welcomed visibility with their neighbors, Artemis Entreri stored to the shadows, the dilated orbs of his eye focused on the narrow path he must decide to try accomplish his latest mission.
He really was a specialist, possibly the very best in the complete realms for his darker craft, and once he sniffed out the trek of his prey, the victim under no circumstances escaped. Therefore the assassin was unbothered by empty residence that he found in Bryn Shander, the main city of the ten negotiations in the wasteland of Icewind Dale. Entreri had supposed that the halfling had slipped out of Ten-Towns. Yet no matter, if this was indeed the same halfling that he had sought completely from Calimport, a thousand mls and more to the south, he had built better progress than this individual ever would have hoped. His mark got no more than a two-week head start and the trail would be refreshing indeed.
Entreri moved throughout the house noiselessly and calmly, seeking tips of the halfling’s life here that would provide him the edge within their inevitable confrontation. Clutter welcomed him in each and every room , the halfling had remaining in a hurry, likely aware that the assassin was closing in. Entreri regarded this a good sign, further more heightening his suspicions that this halfling, Atrodo, was the same Regis who served the Pasha Pook those years ago in the far away southern town.
The cannibal smiled evilly at the thought that the halfling knew having been being hunted, adding to the challenge of the quest as Entreri pitted his stalking expertise against his intended victim’s hiding capability. But the final result was estimated, Entreri knew, for a anxious person invariably made a fatal blunder.
The truand found what he was trying to find in a office drawer inside the master bedroom. Running in rush, Regis got neglected to consider precautions to conceal his true personality. Entreri kept the small engagement ring up just before his glistening eyes, studying the inscription that clearly identified Regis as a member of Pasha Pook’s thieves’ guild in Calimport. Entreri shut down his closed fist about the signet, the evil smile widening throughout his deal with.
“I have got found you, little robber, ” he laughed in the emptiness from the room. “Your fate is definitely sealed. There exists nowhere that you can run! inches
His phrase changed quickly to one of alertness because the sound of your key, inside the palatial house’s front door echoed up the hall of the grand staircase. This individual dropped the ring into his belt pouch and slipped, because silent because death, to the shadows in the top blogposts of the stairway’s heavy banister.
The large double doors thrown open, and a man and a young female stepped in from the porch ahead of two dwarves. Entreri knew the man, Cassius, the spokesman of Bryn Shander. This have been his house once, but he had relinquished it several months earlier to Regis, after the halfling’s brave actions in the town’s fight against the bad wizard, Dasar Kessell, fantastic goblin minions.
Entreri got seen the other human being before, as well, though this individual hadn’t however discovered her connection to Atrodo. Beautiful girls were a rarity in this remote establishing, and this small woman was indeed the exception. Shiny auburn hair danced gaily about her shoulders, the intense sparkle of her darker blue eye enough to bind any kind of man hopelessly within their absolute depths.
Her brand, the truand had discovered, was Catti-brie. She resided with the dwarves in their area north with the city, especially with the head of the dwarven clan, Bruenor, who had adopted her as his own a dozen years before every time a goblin raid had kept her orphaned.
This could prove a valuable appointment, Entreri mused. He cocked an headsets through the guardrail poles to listen to the discussion below.
“He’s recently been gone although a week! ” Catti-brie asserted.
“A week with no term, ” clicked Cassius, obviously upset. “With my fabulous house clear and unguarded. Why, the leading door was unlocked once i came by a few days in the past! “
“Ye gave the property to Manding, ” Catti-brie reminded the person.
“Loaned! ” Cassius roared, though for that matter the house experienced indeed been a gift. The spokesman got quickly regretted turning over to Regis the main element to this structure, the grandest house north of Mirabar. In retrospect, Cassius realized that he had been involved in the veneración of that huge victory in the goblins, and he suspected that Atrodo had lifted his thoughts even a stage further by using the reputed hypnotic powers with the ruby pendant.
Like others who had been duped by the influential halfling, Cassius had arrive to a very different perspective on the events that had happened, a point of view that colored Regis unfavorably.
“No subject the name ye call it, ” Catti-brie conceded, “ye should not be and so hasty to decide that Manding has forsaken the house. inches
The spokesman’s face reddened in bear. “Everything away today! inches he demanded. “You possess my list. I want all the halfling’s items out of my house! Virtually any that continue to be when I returning tomorrow shall become my own, personal by the legal rights of possession! And I advise you, I actually shall be paid out dearly in the event that any of my own property is missing or damaged! ” He started up his high heel and stormed out the entry doors.
“He’s got his curly hair up relating to this one, inch chuckled Fender Mallot, one of many dwarves. “Never have I seen 1 whose friends swing coming from loyalty to hatred more than Regis! inches
Catti-brie nodded in contract of Fender’s observation. The lady knew that Regis played with magical charm bracelets, and the girl figured that his paradoxical relationships with those about him had been an unfortunate complication of his dabblings.
“Do ye suppose he’s off with Drizzt and Bruenor? ” Fender asked. Up the stairways, Entreri shifted anxiously.
“Not to question, ” Catti-brie answered. “All winter they’ve been asking him to join in the quest for Mithril Hall, an’ to be sure, Wulfgar’s joining put into the pressure. “
“Then the little your halfway to Luskan, or more, ” reasoned Fender. “And Cassius is right in wantin’ his home back. inches
“Then i want to get to providing, ” explained Catti-brie. “Cassius has enough o’ his own with no adding to the hoard by Regis’s goods. “
Entreri leaned again against the handrail, balustrade, guardrail. The identity of Mithril Hall was unknown to him, yet he knew the way to Luskan well enough. This individual grinned once again, wondering in the event he might get them ahead of they ever before reached the port town.
First, though, he recognized that there still could possibly be some valuable information to get garnered right here. Catti-brie as well as the dwarves set about the task of collecting the halfling’s items, and as they moved from room to room, the black shadow of Artemis Entreri, since silent since death, hovered about them. That they never suspected his presence, hardly ever would have guessed that the gentle ripple inside the drapes was anything more than a draft moving in from the edges in the window, or that the shadow behind a chair was disproportionately extended.
He managed to stay close enough to listen to nearly all of their conversation, and Catti-brie plus the dwarves chatted of tiny else compared to the four outdoorsmen and their voyage to Mithril Hall. But Entreri learned little for his attempts. He previously knew of the halfling’s popular companions , everyone in Ten-Towns chatted of them generally: of Drizzt Do’Urden, the renegade drow elf, who had forsaken his dark-skinned people in the bowels of the Area and roamed the borders of Ten-Towns as a solo guardian resistant to the intrusions of the wilderness of Icewind Dale, of Bruenor Battlehammer, the rowdy innovator of the dwarven clan that lived in the valley around Kelvin’s Cairn, and most of most, of Wulfgar, the enormous barbarian, who was captured and raised to adulthood by Bruenor, returned with the savage tribes from the dale to defend Ten-Towns against the goblin military, then hit up a truce among all the lenders of Icewind Dale. A good deal that acquired salvaged, and promised to enrich, the lives of all engaged.
“It appears that you have surrounded yourself with formidable allies, halfling, inches Entreri mused, leaning against the back of a sizable chair, since Catti-brie and the dwarves came into an adjacent room. “Little help they are going to offer. You are acquire! “
Catti-brie and the dwarves worked for about an hour, filling two huge sacks, mainly with clothing. Catti-brie was astounded together with the stock of possessions Regis had accumulated since his reputed heroics against Kessell and the goblins , mostly gifts from grateful people. Well aware with the halfling’s appreciate of convenience, she wasn’t able to understand what got possessed him to run off down the road after the others. But you may be wondering what truly astonished her was that Regis hadn’t hired protégers to bring along at least a few of his belongings. Plus the more of his treasures that she discovered as the lady moved throughout the palace, the more this entire scenario of haste and impulse bothered her. It had been too out of character for Manding. There had to be another aspect, some missing element, that she had not yet weighed.
“Well, we got more’n we can carry, and most o’ the stuff anyhow! ” announced Fender, hoisting a bag over his sturdy shoulder joint. “Leave the others for Cassius to kind, I say! inch
“I might no’ offer Cassius the pleasure of claiming any of the things, inch Catti-brie retorted. “There may yet be valued items to be found. Two of ye take the sacks back your areas at the resort. I’ll be concluding the work up here. inches
“Ah, yer too good to Cassius, ” Fender grumbled. “Bruenor had him marked right as a gentleman taking too much pleasure in counting what he has! “
“Be fair, Fender Mallot, inches Catti-brie retorted, though her agreeing laugh belied any harshness in her tone. “Cassius dished up the cities well in the war and has been a fine leader for the people of Bryn Shander. Ye’ve seen as well since meself that Regis provides a talent for putting up a cat’s fur! “
Fender chuckled in agreement. “For all his ways of gettin’ what this individual wants, the limited one has left a line or two of ruffled patients! ” This individual patted the other dwarf on the shoulder and so they headed for the main door.
“Don’t ye be late, girl, ” Fender called back to Catti-brie. “We’re towards the mines once again. Tomorrow, simply no later! inches
“Ye fret too much, Fender Mallot! ” Catti-brie explained, laughing.
Entreri considered the last exchange and again an endearing smile widened across his face. He understood well the wake of magical charms. The “ruffled victims” that Fender experienced spoken of described precisely the people that Pasha Pook had duped back in Calimport. Persons charmed by the ruby necklace.
The double doors shut down with a hammer. Catti-brie was alone inside the big house , or so she thought.
Your woman was still pondering Regis’s uncharacteristic disappearance. Her continued suspicions that a thing was wrong, that a few piece of the puzzle was missing, began to foster inside her the sense that something was wrong within the house, too.
Catti-brie abruptly became conscious of every noises and shadow around her. The “click-click” of a pendulum clock. The rustle of papers on a desk before an open home window. The swish of curtains. The scutterings of a mouse within the wood walls.
Her eyes darted back to the drapes, still trembling somewhat from their last movement. It could have been a draft by using a crack in the window, but the alert woman suspected in another way. Reflexively dropping to a crouch and craving the dagger on her hip, she began toward the open entry a few feet to the side in the drapes.
Entreri had moved quickly. Suspecting that more could however be discovered from Catti-brie, and not ready to pass up the chance offered by the dwarves’ starting, he had slipped into the most favorable position pertaining to an attack and now patiently lay patiently atop the filter perch with the open door, balanced while easily as a cat on the window sill. He took in for her procedure, his dagger turning over casually in his hand.
Catti-brie sensed the risk as soon as your woman reached the doorway and saw the black kind dropping with her side. But as quick since her reactions were, her own dagger was not halfway from its sheath before the slim fingers of any cool side had clamped over her mouth, stifling a cry, and the razored edge of any jeweled dagger had creased a light range on her throat.
The girl was amazed and shocked. Never experienced she found a man maneuver so quickly, and the fatal precision of Entreri’s reach unnerved her. A sudden tenseness in his muscle tissue assured her that if she persisted in pulling her weapon, she would always be dead a long time before she might use it. Liberating the hilt, she produced no further go on to resist.
The assassin’s strength also astonished her as he easily elevated her to a chair. He was a small guy, slender because an elf and scarcely as high as she, but every single muscle in the compact shape was well developed to it is finest preventing edge. His very existence exuded a great aura of strength and an unshakable confidence. This, too, unnerved Catti-brie, since it wasn’t the brash cockiness of an exuberant youngster, nevertheless the cool air of superiority of 1 who had found a thousand arguements and had by no means been bested.
Catti-brie’s eyes never flipped from Entreri’s face when he quickly tied her to the chair. His angular features, striking cheekbones and a strong jaw line, were only sharp by the straight cut of his raven black locks. The darkness of beard that discolored his encounter appeared as if no amount of shaving would ever be able to lighten this. Far from unkempt, though, almost everything about the person spoke of control. Catti-brie might even have considered him handsome, except for his eyes.
Their very own gray revealed no sparkle. Lifeless, lacking any sign of compassion or humanity, they marked this gentleman as an instrument of loss of life and nothing even more.
“What carry out ye wish o’ me personally? ” Catti-brie asked once she mustered the nerve.
Entreri answered with a stinging slap around her deal with. “The ruby pendant! inches he required suddenly. “Does the halfling still put on the ruby pendant? inch
Catti-brie struggled to contrain the cry welling in her eyes. She was disoriented and off safeguard and could not really respond immediately to the man’s question.
The jeweled dagger flashed before her sight and slowly traced the circumference of her confront.
“I have not much time, ” Entreri declared flatly. “You will show me what I need to know. The for a longer time it takes you to answer, a lot more pain you can feel. inches
His terms were calm and voiced with integrity.
Catti-brie, toughened under Bruenor’s own tutelage, found very little unnerved. Your woman had encountered and conquered goblins before, even a horrid troll once, but this kind of collected fantastic terrified her. She tried to respond, but her trembling jaw will allow no words.
The dagger flashed again.
“Regis has on it! inch Catti-brie shrieked, a rip tracing a solitary line down each of her face.
Entreri nodded and smiled slightly. “He is with the dark elf, the dwarf, and the philistine, ” this individual said matter-of-factly. “And they can be on the road to Luskan. And after that, to a place called Mithril Hall. Tell me of Mithril Hall, special girl. inch He scraped the cutter on his own cheek, its great edge poignantly clearing a little patch of beard. “Where does it lay? “
Catti-brie realized that her inability to reply to would probably cause her end. “I-I know not, inch she stammered boldly, restoring a measure of the willpower that Bruenor had taught her, even though her sight never kept the glint of the deadly blade.
“A pity, ” Entreri replied. “Such quite a face, inch
“Please, inches Catti-brie said as calmly as she could together with the dagger moving toward her. “Not a one knows! Not even Bruenor! To look for it is his quest. “
The blade stopped all of a sudden and Entreri turned his head to the side, eyes refined and all of his muscles taut and notify.
Catti-brie hadn’t heard the turn of the doorway handle, but the deep voice of Fender Mallot responsive down the hall explained the assassin’s actions.
“, Ere, where will be ye, lady? “
Catti-brie tried to shout, “Run! inches and her own your life be damned, but Entreri’s quick backhand dazed her and went the word away as an indecipherable grunt.
Her brain lolling aside, she simply managed to emphasis her vision as Fender and Grollo, battle-axes in hand, burst into the room. Entreri stood ready to meet these people, jeweled dagger in one hands and a saber in the other.
Pertaining to an instant, Catti-brie was filled up with elation. The dwarves of Ten-Towns had been an iron-fisted battalion of hardened warriors, with Fender’s prowess in battle among the clan second only to Bruenor’s.
Then your woman remembered whom they faced, and in spite of their noticeable advantage, her hopes were washed away by a wave of indisputable conclusions. The girl had witnessed the obnubilate of the assassin’s movements, the uncanny accuracy of his cuts.
Revulsion welling in her throat, she could not even gasp for the dwarves to flee.
Actually had they known the depths from the horror inside the man ranking before them, Fender and Grollo would not include turned away. Outrage shades a dwarven fighter coming from any consider for personal protection, and when both of these saw their beloved Catti-brie bound to the chair, all their charge at Entreri came up by instinct.
Fueled by unbridled rage, their initial attacks roared in with every single ounce of strength they will could demand. Conversely, Entreri started gradually, finding a tempo and permitting the sheer fluidity of his motions to build his momentum. Sometimes he looked barely capable to parry or perhaps dodge the ferocious swipes. Some skipped their indicate by barely an inch, and the around hits spurred Fender and Grollo in even further.
Although even with her friends pressing the attack, Catti-brie comprehended that they were in trouble. Entreri’s hands appeared to talk to each other, so perfect was the match of their moves as they placed the jeweled dagger and saber. The synchronous shufflings of his feet retained him in complete stability throughout the melee. His was obviously a dance of dodges, parries, and counterslashes.
His was obviously a dance of death.
Catti-brie had viewed this before, the distinguishing methods of the best swordsman in all of Icewind Dale. The comparison to Drizzt Do’Urden was inescapable, their grace and actions were and so alike, jointly part of all their bodies doing work in harmony.
However they remained specifically different, a polarity of morals that subtly improved the atmosphere of the party.
The drow ranger in battle was an instrument of beauty to behold, an ideal athlete going after his selected course of righteousness with unsurpassed fervor. Yet Entreri was merely horrifying, a passionless murderer callously disposing of obstructions in his route.
The initial momentum of the dwarves’ attack started to diminish at this point, and both equally Fender and Grollo used a look of amazement the floor has not been yet reddish colored with their opponent’s blood. But while their attacks were decreasing, Entreri’s momentum continued to generate. His blades were a blur, every thrust then two other folks that still left the dwarves rocking back on their heels.
Effortless, his movements. Limitless, his energy.
Fender and Grollo taken care of a exclusively defensive position, but even with all of their work devoted to preventing, everyone within the room knew that it was only an issue of time ahead of a getting rid of blade ended up through.
Catti-brie didn’t see the fatal minimize, but she saw vividly the bright line of blood that appeared across Grollo’s throat. The dwarf continuing fighting for a few moments, oblivious to the cause of his inability to find his breath. Then, shocked, Grollo dropped to his knees, grasping his neck, and gurgled into the blackness of loss of life.
Fury sparked Fender over and above his tiredness. His responsable chopped and cut extremely, screaming to get revenge.
Entreri toyed with him, actually carrying the charade so , far about slap him on the side from the head while using flat of the saber.
Outraged, insulted, and fully which he was overmatched, Fender released himself right into a final, taking once life, charge, looking to bring the truand down with him.
Entreri sidestepped the desperate lunge with a great amused laugh, and finished the combat, driving the jeweled dagger deep in Fender’s upper body, and pursuing through having a skull-splitting slash of the conocer as the dwarf stumbled by.
Also horrified to cry, also horrified to scream, Catti-brie watched blankly as Entreri retrieved the dagger by Fender’s upper body. Certain of her individual impending fatality, she sealed her eye as the dagger emerged toward her, felt its metal, sizzling from the dwarf’s blood, toned on her throat.
And then the teasing clean of its edge against her soft, vulnerable skin as Entreri slowly switched the blade over in his hand.
Alluring. The guarantee, the dance of fatality.
Then it was gone. Catti-brie opened her eyes in the same way the small knife went back into their scabbard on the assassin’s hip. He had considered a step back from her.
“You discover, ” he offered in straightforward explanation of his mercy, “I get rid of only people who stand to oppose me personally. Perhaps, after that, three of the friends on the road to Luskan shall escape the blade. I need only the halfling. “
Catti-brie refused to yield to the terror this individual evoked. She held her voice stable and guaranteed coldly, “You underestimate them. They will battle you. inch
With quiet confidence, Entreri replied, “Then they, also, shall pass away. “
Catti-brie couldn’t succeed in a match of spirit with the fair killer. Her only solution to him was her defiance. She spat at him, unafraid of the consequences.
He retorted using a single stinging backhand. Her eyes blurry in pain and welling tears, and Catti-brie slumped into blackness. But as the girl fell unconscious, she observed a few seconds for a longer time, the vicious, passionless laughter fading apart as the assassin relocated from the residence.
Tantalizing. The promise of death.
