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senmutInfernal Fates (200 words) by Sharpest_Asp
Chapters: 2/2
Fandom: Forgotten Realms, The Legend of Drizzt Series - R. A. Salvatore
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Characters: Errtu [Forgotten Realms], Balor [Forgotten Realms]
Additional Tags: Drabble Sequence, Spook Me Multi-Fandom Halloween Ficathon, Community: spook-me, spook_me
Summary:
Errtu did not believe the fighter could be a threat to him. He was a balor, the strongest of his kind. He'd survived countless threats and banishments!
He had not counted on the drow having the right sword and conviction of will to see the task through. Tiago Baenre, already raging about the other drow problem Errtu remembered from this realm, and having lost his well-trained riding lizard rushed in.
Skill and magic alike combined to destroy the material body, banishing Errtu once more to his home plane.
Now he had two drow to hate for all time he decided.
Balor smiled, his eyes flaming with the pleasure he felt in this moment. Two banishments by puny mortals in less than a millennia? Oh how Errtu had lost his touch.
And his place.
With renewed energy from the shifting of demonic ranks, Balor inspected the cocoon that interloping Spider had placed him within. Lolth would rue the day She ever chose to ally with that weak excuse for a demon.
The cocoon began to shred, and Balor emerged through the silk, surveying his realm once more. He disposed of the bodies around him that were unneeded, and began to plan.
A Perfect Plan (Imperfectly Done) (1179 words) by Sharpest_Asp
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Forgotten Realms, The Legend of Drizzt Series - R. A. Salvatore
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Characters: Drizzt Do'Urden, Guenhwyvar [Legend of Drizzt], Masoj Hun'ett, Dinin Do'Urden
Additional Tags: Community: spook-me, Spook Me Multi-Fandom Halloween Ficathon, spook_me, Demons
Summary:
Masoj had a plan. Summon one of the shape-changing demons, have it kill the damnable Drizzt Do'Urden, let it go into that House and wreak havoc.
His mother would reward him richly for that, and he could be rid of Alton DeVir after. Done on the move of the patrol, it wouldn't be traceable to him after all.
It was perfect.
The circle, however, was not.
No one ever bothered Masoj when he was preparing his spells for the day. The rest of the patrol was studying Dinin's map, hopeful that they would run into the duergar in the tunnels they were assigned.
Drizzt, however, was near the alcove the wizard was using. He was up along the ceiling, as Masoj hated having him lurk nearby, even if it was meant to be protective. He let the man pass, but felt every hair on the back of his neck stand up. The wizard was not moving correctly, did not look quite right.
Caution reined, and slowly, once the man was well past, Drizzt slipped into the alcove, scanning it. Nothing … wait?
He moved closer, found the carcass of a small cave pig cast aside, and that made him inspect the floor more carefully.
A very scuffed over circle was there, well-dried and cool. Drizzt knelt and tried to make out the rest of it with his instincts and training. A very brief struggle, maybe, then what? Where was Masoj, and what had taken his place?
He started to move on, but found one more dark lump in the alcove. He risked a dancing light to inspect it, and his heart all but stopped.
Guenhwyvar's statue!
Swiftly, he picked it up, tucking it away, before his attention moved to the outer passages once more.
He had a hunt to undertake, very carefully.
Ragoth was oh so pleased with this mistake of a wizard. The only slight bobble in the exchange was finding That Cat on the wizard, but it had been discarded. The idea of hunting just one drow was so worthless, even if the lure of a matron mother had been at the end of it for him.
No, Ragoth plotted, running through the various psyche-affecting spells at hand, to disrupt the drow and scatter them. Then, he would stalk them, one by one, and feed on their fear as they realized they were helpless in the dark. Drow fear was so tasty to him, being an emotion they swore they did not feel.
For now, though, he took in the measure of the patrol, from the veteran leader to the youngest rookie, and plotted the order in which he would stalk them.
Drizzt watched Dinin sign for the group to disperse at the noise in the tunnel ahead, just returning from his scouting of Masoj's alcove. He saw the wizard — an impostor — with the others, and opened his mouth to say something.
The assault on his mind came with the breaking apart of the patrol, filling it with battle lust to run ahead, to catch the damnable duergar in the tunnel ahead.
His patrol mates did just that, but the emotion was so foreign to Drizzt, long-since beaten back as defense against lectures at school, that he refused to give into.
The impostor, never spotting the silent scout, moved more decorously after the patrol — his entire posture that of a hunter. Drizzt was not yet able to move, wrestling the attack on his psyche down, but he would wait, would give chase with all the skill expected of Zaknafein's protégé.
The tunnel ahead had forked into several passages, many of which conjoined later, and all of which ran to the large bubble cavern that was claimed by a duergar city.
Ragoth found his first victim in the outermost branch. A few illusionary heat pulses, a couple of sounds to go with them, and the drow moved without awareness of the danger behind him, letting Ragoth find his inner fear. Then the next sound was one that made the drow turn, blood draining rapidly from his features in horror at the apparent illithid standing there.
The drow brought his sword around to face it, too slow, and his scream was choked off as Ragoth attacked, consuming the fear — and the drow itself.
Drizzt had taken the wrong passage, and the one member of his patrol he found wasn't listening to him at all.
"You just envy Masoj," was snapped off.
"Fine, I do, but where is everyone else?" Drizzt retorted, knowing it for a lie. "We need to regroup; the duergar probably meant for us to get separated!"
"Let them mean it; I'll kill eight of the filthy things all on my own!"
Drizzt backed off then, let the fighter move ahead, and concentrated.
Did he dare call Guen to him to help with the hunt? It would raise questions, maybe. He'd wait, for now, and try to find the right trail.
Dinin turned, to see his brother approaching him.
"Where in the Abyss were you?" Dinin signed. "Needed your report; the whole damned patrol is scattered!"
Drizzt merely shrugged, watching Dinin, his eyes intent, almost fever bright.
Dinin realized they were alone, there were no witnesses, and Vierna would not be able to intervene this time.
His palms felt sweaty on the hilt of his sword.
"Time for a new Elderboy," Drizzt said, in a voice that made every fear for Dinin's careful positioning in the House come true.
"I don't think so," came a second voice from … Drizzt? Behind the one threatening him?
Dinin's assailant whipped around, but the immediate grasping attack was caught on the keen edge of a scimitar. Dinin knew he should act, should join his true brother's side, and the ichor-oozing wound made it easy to tell, pulsing with more heat than any drow blood could.
Yet they moved so fast, the impostor and his brother, with his brother careful to avoid the grasping attacks.
It needed to lay hands on to complete its attack? Dinin shuddered, thinking of Rizzen's lessons in various perils of Abyssal foes. Maybe… maybe Drizzt would weaken it enough for Dinin to get a pair of fatal blows in.
"Guen now!"
On the heels of those words, the giant cat that Masoj had kept rushed in, with Drizzt diving toward Dinin to push him away from the fight completely. Dinin only briefly saw as the cat latched on with all of her teeth and claws, holding on firmly.
"Go home, Guenhwyvar!"
The effect of her being sent to the astral plane, locked with an abyssal creature, made the demon twist and shriek before it was banished to its own plane, rather than be dragged to where it would be nearly powerless.
Dinin considered his knife, with his brother so close, obviously having exerted himself fully —
— and those purple eyes landed on him, freezing his blood once more.
"Are you alright?"
What even was Drizzt Do'Urden, that Dinin realized he was far safer with his brother living than dead?
"Yes. Let's find the others… whoever survived that thing."
"Agreed."
Chapters: 2/2
Fandom: Forgotten Realms, The Legend of Drizzt Series - R. A. Salvatore
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Characters: Errtu [Forgotten Realms], Balor [Forgotten Realms]
Additional Tags: Drabble Sequence, Spook Me Multi-Fandom Halloween Ficathon, Community: spook-me, spook_me
Summary:
Errtu and Balor, a pair of scenes
Errtu
Errtu did not believe the fighter could be a threat to him. He was a balor, the strongest of his kind. He'd survived countless threats and banishments!
He had not counted on the drow having the right sword and conviction of will to see the task through. Tiago Baenre, already raging about the other drow problem Errtu remembered from this realm, and having lost his well-trained riding lizard rushed in.
Skill and magic alike combined to destroy the material body, banishing Errtu once more to his home plane.
Now he had two drow to hate for all time he decided.
Balor
Balor smiled, his eyes flaming with the pleasure he felt in this moment. Two banishments by puny mortals in less than a millennia? Oh how Errtu had lost his touch.
And his place.
With renewed energy from the shifting of demonic ranks, Balor inspected the cocoon that interloping Spider had placed him within. Lolth would rue the day She ever chose to ally with that weak excuse for a demon.
The cocoon began to shred, and Balor emerged through the silk, surveying his realm once more. He disposed of the bodies around him that were unneeded, and began to plan.
A Perfect Plan (Imperfectly Done) (1179 words) by Sharpest_Asp
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Forgotten Realms, The Legend of Drizzt Series - R. A. Salvatore
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Characters: Drizzt Do'Urden, Guenhwyvar [Legend of Drizzt], Masoj Hun'ett, Dinin Do'Urden
Additional Tags: Community: spook-me, Spook Me Multi-Fandom Halloween Ficathon, spook_me, Demons
Summary:
Masoj has a plan...
A Perfect Plan (Imperfectly Done)
Masoj had a plan. Summon one of the shape-changing demons, have it kill the damnable Drizzt Do'Urden, let it go into that House and wreak havoc.
His mother would reward him richly for that, and he could be rid of Alton DeVir after. Done on the move of the patrol, it wouldn't be traceable to him after all.
It was perfect.
The circle, however, was not.
No one ever bothered Masoj when he was preparing his spells for the day. The rest of the patrol was studying Dinin's map, hopeful that they would run into the duergar in the tunnels they were assigned.
Drizzt, however, was near the alcove the wizard was using. He was up along the ceiling, as Masoj hated having him lurk nearby, even if it was meant to be protective. He let the man pass, but felt every hair on the back of his neck stand up. The wizard was not moving correctly, did not look quite right.
Caution reined, and slowly, once the man was well past, Drizzt slipped into the alcove, scanning it. Nothing … wait?
He moved closer, found the carcass of a small cave pig cast aside, and that made him inspect the floor more carefully.
A very scuffed over circle was there, well-dried and cool. Drizzt knelt and tried to make out the rest of it with his instincts and training. A very brief struggle, maybe, then what? Where was Masoj, and what had taken his place?
He started to move on, but found one more dark lump in the alcove. He risked a dancing light to inspect it, and his heart all but stopped.
Guenhwyvar's statue!
Swiftly, he picked it up, tucking it away, before his attention moved to the outer passages once more.
He had a hunt to undertake, very carefully.
Ragoth was oh so pleased with this mistake of a wizard. The only slight bobble in the exchange was finding That Cat on the wizard, but it had been discarded. The idea of hunting just one drow was so worthless, even if the lure of a matron mother had been at the end of it for him.
No, Ragoth plotted, running through the various psyche-affecting spells at hand, to disrupt the drow and scatter them. Then, he would stalk them, one by one, and feed on their fear as they realized they were helpless in the dark. Drow fear was so tasty to him, being an emotion they swore they did not feel.
For now, though, he took in the measure of the patrol, from the veteran leader to the youngest rookie, and plotted the order in which he would stalk them.
Drizzt watched Dinin sign for the group to disperse at the noise in the tunnel ahead, just returning from his scouting of Masoj's alcove. He saw the wizard — an impostor — with the others, and opened his mouth to say something.
The assault on his mind came with the breaking apart of the patrol, filling it with battle lust to run ahead, to catch the damnable duergar in the tunnel ahead.
His patrol mates did just that, but the emotion was so foreign to Drizzt, long-since beaten back as defense against lectures at school, that he refused to give into.
The impostor, never spotting the silent scout, moved more decorously after the patrol — his entire posture that of a hunter. Drizzt was not yet able to move, wrestling the attack on his psyche down, but he would wait, would give chase with all the skill expected of Zaknafein's protégé.
The tunnel ahead had forked into several passages, many of which conjoined later, and all of which ran to the large bubble cavern that was claimed by a duergar city.
Ragoth found his first victim in the outermost branch. A few illusionary heat pulses, a couple of sounds to go with them, and the drow moved without awareness of the danger behind him, letting Ragoth find his inner fear. Then the next sound was one that made the drow turn, blood draining rapidly from his features in horror at the apparent illithid standing there.
The drow brought his sword around to face it, too slow, and his scream was choked off as Ragoth attacked, consuming the fear — and the drow itself.
Drizzt had taken the wrong passage, and the one member of his patrol he found wasn't listening to him at all.
"You just envy Masoj," was snapped off.
"Fine, I do, but where is everyone else?" Drizzt retorted, knowing it for a lie. "We need to regroup; the duergar probably meant for us to get separated!"
"Let them mean it; I'll kill eight of the filthy things all on my own!"
Drizzt backed off then, let the fighter move ahead, and concentrated.
Did he dare call Guen to him to help with the hunt? It would raise questions, maybe. He'd wait, for now, and try to find the right trail.
Dinin turned, to see his brother approaching him.
"Where in the Abyss were you?" Dinin signed. "Needed your report; the whole damned patrol is scattered!"
Drizzt merely shrugged, watching Dinin, his eyes intent, almost fever bright.
Dinin realized they were alone, there were no witnesses, and Vierna would not be able to intervene this time.
His palms felt sweaty on the hilt of his sword.
"Time for a new Elderboy," Drizzt said, in a voice that made every fear for Dinin's careful positioning in the House come true.
"I don't think so," came a second voice from … Drizzt? Behind the one threatening him?
Dinin's assailant whipped around, but the immediate grasping attack was caught on the keen edge of a scimitar. Dinin knew he should act, should join his true brother's side, and the ichor-oozing wound made it easy to tell, pulsing with more heat than any drow blood could.
Yet they moved so fast, the impostor and his brother, with his brother careful to avoid the grasping attacks.
It needed to lay hands on to complete its attack? Dinin shuddered, thinking of Rizzen's lessons in various perils of Abyssal foes. Maybe… maybe Drizzt would weaken it enough for Dinin to get a pair of fatal blows in.
"Guen now!"
On the heels of those words, the giant cat that Masoj had kept rushed in, with Drizzt diving toward Dinin to push him away from the fight completely. Dinin only briefly saw as the cat latched on with all of her teeth and claws, holding on firmly.
"Go home, Guenhwyvar!"
The effect of her being sent to the astral plane, locked with an abyssal creature, made the demon twist and shriek before it was banished to its own plane, rather than be dragged to where it would be nearly powerless.
Dinin considered his knife, with his brother so close, obviously having exerted himself fully —
— and those purple eyes landed on him, freezing his blood once more.
"Are you alright?"
What even was Drizzt Do'Urden, that Dinin realized he was far safer with his brother living than dead?
"Yes. Let's find the others… whoever survived that thing."
"Agreed."
Tags:
- au: canon divergence,
- author: sharpest_asp,
- category: gen,
- character: balor,
- character: dinin do'urden,
- character: drizzt do'urden,
- character: errtu,
- character: guenhwyvar,
- character: masoj hun'ett,
- freeform: canon-typical violence,
- freeform: minor character death,
- rating: general audiences,
- rating: teen and up audiences,
- warning: no warnings apply
