Lil'alure

Hatred. Pure, undiluted hatred. Feelings; rage anger hatred wrath fury. Kill. But his body? Hurt. Everything hurt. His left eye wasn't responding. He didn't dare move a muscle. Agony. Gazing around the room, Lil?alure took in the picture. He was lying on a bed, a bed on his right and stairs to his left. Had he screamed? Yes, he thought so. But how was he still alive? No matter, he'd survived. He'd rise like a vengeful corpse from the grave. And he would make them suffer for what they'd done to him.

His memories were chaotic. Attack fire Yew Vie Trinsic daughter. Fire he remembered vividly. And the Kaldorian, Talon. Feelings; rage anger hatred wrath fury. And the attack. Kaelyn. Feelings; rage anger hatred wrath fury. Piecing his memories together, he attempted placing the different events. He had been attacked in Trinsic because they thought he'd harmed the half-breed. They tried to make him surrender his weapons. Why did they think he would? He'd been attacked yesterday? Was it yesterday? By Rak'suun and? Feelings; rage anger hatred wrath fury. Kaldorians, Trinsic guards. Through the woods. Back to the Crypts. Rak'suun. The gate. Then the torture. The other gate. Half-breed and? Lugo? He couldn't remember his name. They'd duelled before. Then? Talon. Feelings; rage anger hatred wrath fury.

Gazing at the roof with his one good eye, he wondered what he looked like. He could smell burned hair. And skin and leather. Could he still fight? Was his hands still intact? Better not check yet. Heal. He could feel someone had put icy towels all around him and the windows were open.

Beginning to make a mental list over those who would pay, Lil'alure sank back into his silent fury.

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Lil'alure

He was in Menzoberranzan. Looking around, he saw Narbondel. The streets were empty. Waking, Lil'alure looked around the room. Feelings; rage anger hatred wrath fury. His tongue worked. Gently touching the scorched remains of his lips, he felt them crack. A liquid rather warm and metallic dripped into his mouth. Lying perfectly still, feeling very cold and numb, he looked around the room again. Nothing had changed.

Lying awake a while, attempting to ignore the pain, Lil'alure heard footsteps. He recognized them. His brother. His brother walked up the stairs, looking at Lil'alure. He felt a slight tingling sensation as his brother probed him with spells.
"You'll live, and you're damned lucky your daughter helped you get out of Yew. By Lolth's legs, you're lucky the flames didn't kill you! None of your organs are damaged, and even though you'll have scars covering most of your body, you've got your limbs intact. Give it time, and you'll be alright."

Frimaz'deuss paced the room.
"I've been sent to retrieve you."
Moving his eye up and down, Lil'alure indicated yes.
"It still remains to be seen if I'll obey it, seen as the Surface is so interesting! How weak species, like humans and cockroaches, survive things so many things!"
Lil'alure ignored his brother's ramblings. He was thinking how to torture the creatures that had done this to him. Make them eat their own flesh? No, make her accomplice eat her burnt flesh and make her watch. Better. Crucify her and roast her over a fire? Fitting. Or perhaps use a spit? Hmmmm... Feelings; rage anger hatred wrath fury.

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Lil'alure

Slowly sitting up in his bed, Lil'alure put his weight on his elbows. The pain immediatly shot up through arms. Placing his weight against the pillow at his back, he thought. His brother had been sent to retrieve him. Probably meant kill him, though that wasn't the present prospect. Frimaz'deuss had saved his life. For all his insane projects and fascination with pain, he knew how to heal a body. Gently flexing his fingers, he looked around. Pain shot up through his wrist. Controlling his emotions, he wondered how he'd make them pay. Roasting them on a spit over fire still seemed like the best idea. Perhaps make them eat each other's flesh. Lil'alure's face twisted into an evil grin as he thought how they'd suffer, he slowly drifted into Reverie...

Menzoberranzan was empty. How he knew it, he didn't know. It was just empty. All the houses were dark inside, and his vision was unable to look through it. Everything was cast in a perpetual gloom outside. Something was wrong. Very wrong. Controlling his growing panic, he knew he had to keep out of the houses. Something lurked inside the houses. Something terrible. Something that he couldn't fight with poisoned blades. Something nobody could fight. Carefully making his way down the street, he kept to the middle of the road, distancing as far as possible from the houses as possible, trying to keep away from the thing inside. He had to get out of Menzoberranzan.

Lil'alure was sure he'd seen a pair of red eyes glimmer in the dark. He was sure of it! Inside a house! He saw a small creature, perhaps a goblin or a kobold a head of him. Lil'alure thought he saw the glimmer of gold in a few of the houses. Watching the small creature greedily run into a small house, the silence was shattered by a loud scream of pure terror.

Lil'alure sat upright in his bed, bathed in sweat. His body felt sluggish and in immense amount of pain.

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