Author: Neferit PM
The North will sort you out. They would never say they will be still alive when this ends. And yet, not only they survived, they fulfilled their destiny... Chapter 3 revisited.Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance - Chapters: 4 - Words: 8,841 - Reviews: 1 - Favs: 1 - Follows: 1 - Updated: 06-07-10 - Published: 01-06-09 - id: 4775846
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A/N: Well, this is going to be my try of a longer Icewind Dale 2 story. And - as you can find out right now in the beginning of the story, it's also about Domi's Icewind Dale 2 NPC Project (which can be found over at Gibberling Three forum). I can only recommend you this mod - it made my play really enjoyable - trust me, you don't want to play Czech version of the game. And they even called it "proffesional Czech version of the game". I really don't want to know how the game would be, if the version wasn't "proffesional, eh. However, I hope you'll find this story at least partially interesting and will honor me with a review of yours, hm? Also - if you spot any errors (I'm sure there are some), tell me about it, please. And now - onward to the story!
Disclaimer: I own nothing, just Sindal and this fanfic are all my fault. The game of Icewind Dale is property of Black Isle and IWD2 NPC Project is property of Domi.
Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing,
And like enough thou know'st thy estimate,
The charter of thy worth gives thee releasing;
My bonds in thee are all determinate.
For how do I hold thee but by thy granting?
And for that riches where is my deserving?
The cause of this fair gift in me is wanting,
And so my patent back again is swerving.
Thy self thou gavest, thy own worth then not knowing,
Or me to whom thou gav'st it else mistaking;
So thy great gift, upon misprision growing,
Comes home again, on better judgement making.
Thus have I had thee, as a dream doth flatter,
In sleep a king, but waking no such matter.
I still couldn't believe it - my father had kicked me out. Well, not literary - but very close to it. Forced to choose between marriage with man I've seen never before and voluntary exile in northern lands I chose the latter. I foolishly hoped that my mother will do something about that. After all - all these troubles were caused because I did something what brought me punishment - but saved my friend.
But she didn't. So with sense of finality I started to pack my things for the journey. I was told that my first destination is place called 'Tentowns'. I had sincerely no idea what the heck the place is - the scholars who were paid for my education in geography did really horrible job and because I don't like the feeling of uncertainty, I searched through the family library and found the book about Icewind Dale. From the book Tentowns seemed to be quite boring place. No idea what father thought I will be doing there. Then news about troubles with orcs over at Icewind Dale reached my ears - and truth to be told, I started to be really nervous. Yes, I was trained in sword fight, as an elf I can use my bow very well and such - however, there's a huge difference between training and the real fighting. And to lands like that I'm going. Or better - as a true poet would have said - "To troubled lands we leap!" Or as would say any normal person - "Shit."
Just the evening before I was about to leave Luskan for gods know how long time I was introduced to "Sir Nord", some old friend of my father. I imagined some stuffy and that entire shiny paladin - but to tell the truth, Sir Nord was the right opposite. I don't think I've ever met person who could curse so good - and so long without repeating himself - like him. On first sight he was harsh - but I've got the feeling it's just some kind of protection wall he built around himself. And as a true bard and a woman I simply knew I had to find out why he had done that. I also knew I will have plenty of chances - Nord was coming to the North with me, together with his squire Hildury. As a protector of sorts. I was quite curious about this 'Hildury'. I think I have heard something about her - but I couldn't find the memory about what exactly it was.
I decided to not bother with it for now. This was my last night here in Luskan, after all. I climbed the stars into small astronomical tower which was on our family estate and served as a personal obsertatory. I watched the stars for long time. 'So much for following your heart, as your parents always told you, girl,' I thought. 'These things are always good when it's all only about speaking - when it comes to action, however, it suddenly doesn't seem so good to certain people...'
I sighed. This over thinking won't help anyone. I returned to my room and went to reverie. Sorting my thoughts will help me in whatever awaits me.
Next day I was heading out of our house to the port without anyone - except of servants - saying his or her farewell to me. Have I really had been such a piece of bastard that they didn't want to see me probably for the last time? This rejection from my family, parents and siblings, really hurt.
I walked towards the docks when I heard someone calling me. Turning around I saw Moran running towards me. He stopped shortly in front of me, breathing heavily. He looked quite frantic.
"Sindal, you can't do that!" Still panting he grabbed my shoulders. "You simply can't! Let's get back - I'll confess it was me who did that. Yes, they'll kick me out of the Order - but at least you will be safe. Don't go!"
I looked into his eyes. We have known each other for years, we were almost like siblings. Except that I was daughter of one of the most prominent members of the Order - and he was son of poor commoner, who would gave everything to help his son achieve his only dream, become a knight. Should they both be robbed of that just because of one stupid thing? No. That was something I simply couldn't allow to happen. I shook my head resolutely.
"No way, Moran. I won't let you do that." I smiled at him gently and touched his cheek with my hand. "Just send my regards to your father, will you?"
He covered my hand with his and pressed his cheek into my palm. "I'll never forget." In his eyes I could read the promise. Smiling again I stepped back. "It's time to go for me now. Fare thee well, my friend."
I started walking again. When I had to turn over to another street, I looked back. He was still standing there, watching me leave. That's what stayed in my memory. Later, I saw him even in my dreams. He was just standing there and watching me leave.
Finally I reached the docks. Sir Nord was coming in the same time as me, so I had finally the honour to meet his squire, Hildury. Hm - I was quite surprised to find out Hildury was a half-orc. She seemed to be really taken by her "knight", though - and Nord made it quite clear that if anyone has problem with Hildury, he will have to come through him first. Well, I couldn't imagine anyone who would even thought about this.
Together we got on the deck of the ship, the Wicked Wench, which should take us to Tentowns. Nord went to discuss our arranging with captain. I don't know what came over me, because in next moment I was standing on the guardrail, holding lanyard and smiling into suddenly appearing wind. I took a look on the docks, scanning it for even the slightest glimpse of presence of my parents. I couldn't see them anywhere. I saw I one man dressed in violescent robe of mage, with long dark hair and tanned skin. As I was gazing his way, he turned a bit - and I don't know how but we were staring into each other eyes for next few moments which seemed to stretch forever.
"Sindal? Where the bloody hells are you?" Nord's thunder voice brought me back to reality. I shook my head and quickly followed him and Hildury to the under deck. I still hoped someone from my family will appear to say his or her good-bye to me. But no one has come until the ship finally left Luskan and headed towards the Tentowns.