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Rockstar · 03-31-2007, 01:21 AM

CHAPTER 1
ACT III
Unwelcome Company

Merick awoke still stunned by the events that had transpired the night before. That strange man had killed his foster father and more importantly made an attempt on his life. Merick checked his equipment. He still had his bow, some arrows and the long sword he had got from candlekeep. He had chain mail but it was not of the best quality. He would have to find better equipment soon in order to feel safe. There was somebody after him and he knew he would have to be ready. Merick knew the next best step would be to follow Gorion’s advice and to head north-east towards the Friendly Arm Inn. Merick made his way down the road.

After an hour of lonely walking Merick heard a russling in the bushes behind him. He drew his bow and an arrow and aimed it at the bush. “Hey, don’t shoot!” said a familiar young girl’s voice. “What are you doing here?” Yelled Merick. “I’m here to look after ya.” Chirped Imoen. “You are foolish to have followed me here and you will only slow me down! Gorion was killed last night and you will have no better chance if you don’t go back home to Candlekeep now!” Imoen’s face went pale and her eyes welled with tears. “Gorion’s dead? …” Merick stared cruely at her impatiently. “I’ll head back … ya know where best friends still but I’ll wait till you change your tune.” Imoen wiped the tears from her eyes. “I’ll tell the others about Gorion’s passing. Goodluck.” Merick didn’t say a word and watched her walk in the distance. Just as Imoen was nearly out of sight he called out “Travel safely child!” Why Merick did not slay her where she stood for stalking him, he did not know. As ruthless as he was, she was as close to kin to Merick as any other ever was and what honour he had, he would use to stop her from coming to harm. …Even still if she returned he would remove her head from her shoulders for simply disrespecting his power.

03-31-2007, 01:21 AM	#4
Rockstar Zhentarim Guard Join Date: January 4, 2003 Location: Australia Posts: 300	CHAPTER 1 ACT III Unwelcome Company Merick awoke still stunned by the events that had transpired the night before. That strange man had killed his foster father and more importantly made an attempt on his life. Merick checked his equipment. He still had his bow, some arrows and the long sword he had got from candlekeep. He had chain mail but it was not of the best quality. He would have to find better equipment soon in order to feel safe. There was somebody after him and he knew he would have to be ready. Merick knew the next best step would be to follow Gorion’s advice and to head north-east towards the Friendly Arm Inn. Merick made his way down the road. After an hour of lonely walking Merick heard a russling in the bushes behind him. He drew his bow and an arrow and aimed it at the bush. “Hey, don’t shoot!” said a familiar young girl’s voice. “What are you doing here?” Yelled Merick. “I’m here to look after ya.” Chirped Imoen. “You are foolish to have followed me here and you will only slow me down! Gorion was killed last night and you will have no better chance if you don’t go back home to Candlekeep now!” Imoen’s face went pale and her eyes welled with tears. “Gorion’s dead? …” Merick stared cruely at her impatiently. “I’ll head back … ya know where best friends still but I’ll wait till you change your tune.” Imoen wiped the tears from her eyes. “I’ll tell the others about Gorion’s passing. Goodluck.” Merick didn’t say a word and watched her walk in the distance. Just as Imoen was nearly out of sight he called out “Travel safely child!” Why Merick did not slay her where she stood for stalking him, he did not know. As ruthless as he was, she was as close to kin to Merick as any other ever was and what honour he had, he would use to stop her from coming to harm. …Even still if she returned he would remove her head from her shoulders for simply disrespecting his power.