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2014-04-12 05:40 pm

ZIN-CARLA



Dinin Do'Urden, also anxious and excited, moved about the crowd, settling dark
elves into the rows of seats encircling the raised central dais. Being only a male,
Dinin would not partake of the ceremony at the altar and Matron Malice had told
him nothing of her plans. From the instructions she had given him, though, Dinin
knew that the results of this day's events would prove critical to the future of his
family. He was the chant leader, he would continually move throughout the
assembly, leading the commoners in the appropriate verses to the Spider Queen.

Dinin had played this role often before, but this time Matron Malice had warned
him that if a single voice called out incorrectly, Dinin's life would be forfeit. Still
another fact disturbed the elderboy of House Do'Urden. He was normally
accompanied in his chapel duties by the other male noble of the house, Malice's
present mate. Rizzen had not been seen since that day when the whole family
had gathered in the anteroom. Dinin suspected that Rizzen's reign as patron
soon would come to a crashing end. It was no secret that Matron Malice had
given previous mates to Lloth.

When all of the commoners were seated, magical red lights began to glow softly
all about the room. The illumination increased gradually, allowing the gathered
dark elves to comfortably shift their dual-purpose eyes from the infrared spectrum
into the realm of light.

Misty vapors rolled out from under the seats, hugged the floor, and rose in curling
wisps. Dinin led the crowd in a low hum, the calling of Matron Malice.

Malice appeared at the top of the room's domed ceiling, her arms outstretched
and the folds of her spider-emblazoned black robes whipping about in an
enchanted breeze. She descended slowly, turning complete circuits to survey the
gathering-and to let them look upon the splendor that was their matron mother.

When Malice alighted on the central dais, Briza and Shi'nayne appeared on the
ceiling, floating down in similar fashion. They landed and took their places, Briza
at the cloth-covered case off to the side of the spider-shaped sacrificial table and
Shi'nayne behind Matron Malice.

Malice clapped her hands and the humming stopped abruptly. Eight braziers
lining the central dais roared to life, their flames' brightness less painful to the
sensitive drow eyes in the red, mist-enshrouded glow.

"Enter, my daughters!,' Malice cried, and all heads turned to the chapel's main
doors. Vierna and Maya came in, with Rizzen, sluggish and apparently drugged,
supported between them and a casket floating in the air behind them.

Dinin, among others, thought this an odd arrangement. He could assume, he
supposed, that Rizzen was to be sacrificed, but he had never heard of a coffin
being brought in to the ceremony.


The younger Do'Urden daughters moved up to the central dais and quickly
strapped Rizzen down to the sacrificial table. Shi'nayne intercepted the floating
casket and guided it to a position off to the side opposite Briza.

"Call to the handmaiden!" Malice cried, and Dinin immediately sent the gathering
into the desired chant. The braziers roared higher, Malice and the other high
priestesses prodded the crowd on with magically enhanced shouts of key words
in the summoning. A sudden wind came up from nowhere, it seemed, and
whipped the mist into a frenzied dance.

The flames of all eight braziers shot out in high lines over Malice and the others,
joining in a furious burst above the center of the circular platform. The braziers
puffed once in a unified explosion, throwing the last of their flames into the
summoning, then burned low as the lines of fire rolled together in a gathered ball
and became a singular pillar of flame.

The commoners gasped but continued their chanting as the pillar rolled through
the colors of the spectrum, gradually cooling until the flames were no more. In
their place stood a tentacled creature, taller than a drow elf and resembling a
half-melted candle with elongated, drooping facial features. All the crowd
recognized the being, though few commoners had ever actually seen one before,
except perhaps in illustrations in the clerical books. All in attendance knew well
enough the importance of this gathering at that moment, for no drow could
possibly miss the significance of the presence of a yochlol, a personal
handmaiden of Lloth.

"Greetings, Handmaiden,' Malice said loudly. "Blessed is Daermon
N'a'shezbaernon for your presence:'

The yochlol surveyed the gathering for a long while, surprised that House
Do'Urden had issued such a summons. Matron Malice was not in the favor of
Lloth.

Only the high priestesses felt the telepathic question. Why dare you call to me?

"To right our wrongs!" Malice cried out aloud, drawing the whole of the gathering
into the tense moment. "To regain the favor of your Mistress, the favor that is the
only purpose of our existence!" Malice looked pointedly at Dinin, and he began
the correct song, the highest song of praise to the Spider Queen.

I am pleased by your display, Matron Malice, came the yochlol's thoughts, this
time directed solely at Malice. But you know that this gathering does nothing to
aid in your
peril!


This is but the beginning, Malice answered mentally, confident that the
handmaiden could read her every thought. The matron took comfort in that
knowledge, for she held faith that her desires to regain the favor of Lloth were
sincere. My youngest son has wronged the Spider Queen. He must pay for his
deeds.

The other high priestesses, excluded from the telepathic conversation, joined in
the song to Lloth.

Drizzt Do'Urden lives, the yochlol reminded Malice. And he is not in your custody.

That shall soon be corrected, Malice promised.

What do you desire of me?

"Zin-carla!" Malice cried aloud.

The yochlol swayed backward, momentarily stunned by the boldness of the
request. Malice held her ground, determined that her plan would not fail. Around
her, the other priestesses held their breath, fully realizing that the moment of
triumph or disaster was upon them all.

It is our highest gift, came the yochlol's thoughts, given rarely even to matrons in
the favor of the Spider Queen. And you, who have not pleased Lloth, dare to ask
for Zin-carla?

It is right and fitting, Malice replied. Then aloud, needing the support of her
family, she cried, "Let my youngest son learn the folly of his ways and the power
of the enemies he has made. Let my son witness the horrible glory of Lloth
revealed, so that he will fall to his knees and beg forgiveness!" Malice reverted to
telepathic communication. Only then shall the spirit-wraith drive a sword into his
heart!

The yochlol's eyes went blank as the creature fell into itself, seeking guidance
from its home plane of existence. Many minutes-agonizing minutes to Matron
Malice and all of the hushed gathering-passed before the yochlol's thoughts
came back. Have you the corpse?

Malice signaled to Maya and Vierna, and they rushed over to the casket and
removed the stone lid. Dinin understood then that the box was not brought for
Rizzen, but was already occupied. An animated corpse crawled out of it and
staggered over to Malice's side. It was badly decomposed and many of its
features had rotted away altogether, but Dinin and most of the others in the great
chapel recognized it immediately: Zaknafein Do'Urden, the legendary weapon
master.


Zin-carla, the yochlol asked, so that the weapon master you gave to the Spider
Queen might correct the wrongs of your youngest son?

It is appropriate, Malice replied. She sensed that the yochlol was pleased, as she
had expected. Zaknafein, Drizzt's tutor, had helped to inspire the blasphemous
attitudes that had ruined Drizzt. Lloth, the queen of chaos, enjoyed ironies, and to
have this same Zaknafein serve as executioner would inevitably please her.

Zin-carla requires great sacrifice, came the yochlol's demand. The creature
looked over to the spider-shaped table, where Rizzen lay oblivious to his
surroundings. The yochlol seemed to frown, if such creatures could frown, at the
sight of such a pitiful sacrifice. The creature then turned back to Matron Malice
and read her thoughts.

Do continue, the yochlol prompted, suddenly very interested.

Malice lifted her arms, beginning yet another song to Lloth. She motioned to
Shi'nayne, who walked to the case beside Briza and took out the ceremonial
dagger, the most precious possession of House Do'Urden. Briza flinched when
she saw her newest "sister" handle the item, its hilt the body of a spider with
eight blade like legs reaching down under it. For centuries it had been Briza's
place to drive the ceremonial dagger into the hearts of gifts to the Spider Queen.

Shi'nayne smirked at the eldest daughter as she walked away, sensing Briza's
anger. She joined Malice at the table beside Rizzen and moved the dagger out
over the doomed patron's heart.

Malice grabbed her hands to stop her. "This time I must do it,' Malice explained,
to Shi'nayne's dismay. Shi'nayne looked back over her shoulder to see Briza
returning her smirk tenfold.

Malice waited until the song had ended, and the gathering remained absolutely
silent as Malice alone began the proper chant. "Thkken bres duis bres,' she
began, both her hands wringing over the hilt of the deadly instrument.

A moment later, Malice's chant neared completion and the dagger went up high.
All the house tensed, awaiting the moment of ecstacy, the savage giving to the
foul Spider Queen.

The dagger came down, but Malice turned it abruptly to the side and drove it
instead into the heart of Shi'nayne, Matron SiNafay Hun'ett, her most hated rival.

"No!" gasped SiNafay, but the deed was done. Eight blade-legs grasped at her
heart. SiNafay tried to speak, to cast a spell of healing on herself or a curse upon
Malice, but only blood came out of her mouth. Gasping her last breaths, she fell
forward over Rizzen.


All the house erupted in screams of shock and joy as Malice tore the dagger out
from under SiNafay Hun'ett, and her enemy's heart along with it. "Devious!" Briza
screamed above the tumult, for even she had not known Malice's plans. Once
again, Briza was the eldest daughter of House Do'Urden, back in the position of
honor that she so dearly craved.

Devious! the yochlol echoed in Malice's mind. Know that we are pleased!

Behind the gruesome scene, the animated corpse fell limply to the floor. Malice
looked at the handmaiden and understood. "Put Zaknafein on the table! Quickly!"
she instructed her younger daughters. They scrambled about, roughly displacing
Rizzen and SiNafay and getting Zaknafein's body in place.

Briza, too, went into motion, carefully lining up the many jars of unguents that
had been painstakingly prepared for this moment. Matron Malice's reputation as
the finest salve maker in the city would be put to the test in this effort.

Malice looked at the yochlol. "Zin-carla?" she asked aloud.

You have not regained the favor of Lloth! came the telepathic reply, so powerfully
that Malice was driven to her knees. Malice clutched at her head, thinking it
would explode from the building pressure. Gradually the pain eased away. But
you have pleased the Spider Queen this day, Malice Do'Urden, the yochlol
explained.. And it is agreed that your plans for your sacrilegious son are
appropriate. Zin-carla is granted, but know it as your final chance, Matron Malice
Do'Urden! Your greatest fears cannot begin to approach the truth of the
consequences of failure!

The yochlol disappeared in an explosive fireball that rocked the chapel of House
Do'Urden. Those gathered only rose to a higher frenzy at the bared power of the
evil deity, and Dinin led them again in a song of praise to Lloth.

"Ten weeks!" came the final cry of the handmaiden, a voice so mighty that the
lesser drow covered their ears and cowered on the floor.

And so for ten weeks, for seventy cycles of Narbondel, the daily time clock of
Menzoberranzan, all of House Do'Urden gathered in the great chapel, Dinin and
Rizzen leading the commoners in songs to the Spider Queen, while Malice and
her daughters worked over Zaknafein's corpse with magical salves and
combinations of powerful spells.

The animation of a corpse was a simple spell for a priestess, but Zin-carla went
far beyond that feat. Spirit-wraith, the undead result would be called, a zombie
imbued with the skills of its former life and controlled by the matron mother
appointed by Lloth. It was the most precious of Lloth's gifts, rarely asked for and
even more rarely granted, for Zin-carla-returning the spirit to the body-was a risky
practice indeed. Only through the sheer willpower of the enchanting priestess
were the undead being's desired skills kept separate from the unwanted
memories and emotions. The edge of consciousness and control was a fine line
to walk, even considering the mental discipline required of a high priestess.
Furthermore, Lloth only granted Zin-carla for the completion of specific tasks, and
stumbling from that fine line of discipline inevitably would result in failure.

Lloth was not merciful in the face of failure.
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2012-04-24 12:57 am

Currency Exchange And Other Sneaky Ventures

Ornamental Stones he has on hand due to a lot of trade with Mara.

5 Chests worth of assorted gemstones, as stated below.

Azurite: Opaque, mottled deep blue
Banded Agate: Brown, blue, red, and white stripes
Blue Quartz: Transparent pale blue
Eye Agate: Gray, white, brown, blue, and green circles
Hematite: Gray-black
Lapis Lazuli: Light or dark blue with yellow flecks
Malachite: Striated light and dark green
Moss Agate: Pink, yellow-white with gray-green moss-like markings
Obsidian: Jet black
Rhodochrosite: Light pink
Tiger Eye Agate: Rich golden brown with dark striping
Turquoise: Aqua with darker mottling
Bloodstone: Dark gray with red flecks
Carnelian: Orange to red-brown
Chalcedony: White
Chrysoprase: Translucent apple to emerald green
Citrine: Pale yellow brown
Jasper: Blue, black to brown
Moonstone: White with pale blue hue
Onyx: Black, white, or bands of both
Rock Crystal: Clear, transparent
Sardonyx: Bands of red and white
Smoky Quartz: light gray, yellow, brown or blue
Star Rose Quartz: Smoky rose with white star center
Zircon: Clear pale aqua
Amber: Transparent golden
Alexandrite: Dark green
Amethyst: Purple crystal
Aquamarine: pale blue green
Chrysoberyl: green or yellow green
Coral: Pink to crimson
Garnet: Deep red to violet crystal
Jade: Light to dark green or white
Jet: Deep black
Pearl: Pure white, rose, to black
Peridot: Olive green
Spinel: Red, red-brown, green, or deep blue
Topaz: Golden yellow
Tourmaline: Pale green, blue, brown, or red
Black Opal: Dark green with black mottling and golden flecks
Black Sapphire: Rich black with highlights
Diamond: Clear blue-white, rich blue, yellow, or pink
Emerald: Brilliant green
Fire Opal: Fiery red
Jacinth: Fiery orange
Opal: Pale blue with green and gold mottling
Oriental Amethyst: Deep purple
Oriental Emerald: Bright green
Oriental Topaz: Fiery yellow
Ruby: Clear to deep crimson red
Sapphire: Clear to medium blue
Star Ruby: Translucent ruby with white star highlights
Star Sapphire: Translucent blue with white star highlights

Converted into Faerun coinage:
(which is what he generally asks the Bar to convert it into)

GP is a Faerun gold coin, which essentially is close to half an ounce of gold.
A GP is worth 10 SP or silver coins and a SP is worth 10 CP, which is copper coins.

Amber: (100 gp)
Alexandrite: (100 gp)
Amethyst: (100 gp)
Aquamarine: (500 gp)
Chrysoberyl: (100 gp)
Coral: (100 gp)
Garnet: (100-500 gp)
Jade: (100 gp)
Jet: (100 gp)
Pearl: (100-500 gp)
Peridot: (500 gp)
Spinel: (100-500 gp)
Topaz: (500 gp)
Tourmaline: (100 gp)
Black Opal: (1,000 gp)
Black Sapphire: (5,000 gp)
Diamond: (5,000 gp)
Emerald: (5,000 gp)
Fire Opal: (1,000 gp)
Jacinth: (5,000 gp)
Opal: (1,000 gp)
Oriental Amethyst: (1,000 gp)
Oriental Emerald: (5,000 gp)
Oriental Topaz: (1,000 gp)
Ruby: (5,000 gp)
Sapphire: (1,000 gp)
Star Ruby: (5,000 gp)
Star Sapphire: (5,000 gp)

Converted into Thedas Coinage:
A Thedas Gold Coin is a Sovereign. It is 1 ounce of pure gold, and thus twice as heavy as a thinner, but wider-radius'd Faerun coin. It is worth 100 silver pieces, and a silver piece on Thedas is thus worth 100 copper pieces.

Diamond : Flawed (75 silvers), Flawless (8 sovereigns)
Ruby : Flawed (2 sovereigns and 40 silvers),Flawless (6 sovereigns)
Emerald: Flawless (4 sovereigns), Flawed (2 sovereigns)
Sapphire : (1 sovereign and 20 silvers)
Topaz : (1 sovereign)
Amethyst : (20 silvers)
Malachite : (60 silvers)
Fluorspar : (50 silvers)
Garnet : (60 silvers)
Quartz : (8 silvers)
Greenstone : (4 silvers)

Converted into Earth Currencies:

In general, Zak prefers to convert his gemstones into coinage from Faerun, and then simply convert that into Dollars.

A 1 ounce gold coin would be worth $1,100 based on gold weight alone; thus every two Faerun coins can be converted into $1,100.

Kelewan Currency:

Tentatively, Zak's coins can be worth close to a million centis.
I say tentatively, because the Tsurani view on metal is simple.

All metal is precious.

A centi is a seashell which is used in Kelewan as coinage equivalent to the copper pieces of Faerun in their system of currency.

In Kelewan, among Tsurani, Gold, silver, copper and all other coins or forms of metal are worth fortunes. An iron dagger, not very large either... is a nobleman's ransom; or a fortune should he find one.

Even scrap metal is worth quite a lot in terms of the Kelewan currency, which is essentially based on seashells, with crystals and gems as larger units of currency.
Metal is right on the top of the totem pole, with scraps, then brass, iron, steel or other non-precious metals at the bottom, and copper as a 'mid-rank', silver as 'high' and gold as 'the color belonging to the Emperor' and used to be tradeable for estates or chances to claim noble rewards.. in terms of land. Or noble daughters.
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2012-04-05 05:37 am

OOM:

The birdsong in the gardens had been soothing and the cool spring air had been refreshing as Zaknafein and Lady Mara had been discussing the worth of several spools of copper and silver wire he'd acquired when he was last in the Bar. Gold wire was far beyond Zak's projection of his finances before he'd found himself following Mara .. and that, not completely by his choice. One moment he'd found himself about to talk to Tyler, the next.. He'd lost track of the young man between one instant and the next and he felt his loss keenly.

But here he'd found himself, and he'd not seen the door to the Bar since then. Not for months. Not during another outlaw's raid of the silk caravan which he'd foiled in exchange for his share of the fabric; not during the days after in which he'd helped train the new batch of former outlaws once they'd been inducted into the Acoma.

At least, here, he could still afford to keep his gryphon fed.. though it wasn't his gryphon; it was Talaerion's. Talaerion, the Warden, who he also hadn't seen since he'd left the Bar on what was supposedly a short outing.

No sign of the Bar, and that was disturbing. He belonged in the Bar. It was.. well.. home. Why then had it not opened a door for him yet? Was there some sort of trouble occurring there?

The waiting was gnawing at the edges of him with worry, it had never been so long between doors to Milliways. Was he to stay here forever?
Mara had noticed, for the past months, that Zaknafein was wary and on-edge constantly. It wasn't just the level of danger she herself was in, due to their feud with the Minwanabi. The Acoma territory had pretty much been scoured clean of every relli, dhast and venomous creature they could think of, and still, while his sleep hadn't been disturbed, he was the only one of them awake before the dawn.

Bunto hadn't approved of it, and the watch had been rearranged to accomodate a guard to keep an eye on him, to keep her husband at ease, but since his copper wire was paying for his keep, and aiding her to pay for Bunto's gambling and wenching besides, the Lord of the Acoma didn't really have a leg to stand on, in terms of evicting their guest. It was uncomfortable, but it kept Bunto from lashing out at her or the servants.

It was fortunate Zaknafein didn't seem to care about what else Bunto did. Or at least was kind enough to pretend that it was normal.
It took away another one of the reasons for Bunto to object to his presence. As long as he could happily gamble and bed his wenches, including the one in Sulan-Qu, he was seemingly ... more content with his life.

Content enough to let his wife deal with the stranger. Under guard, yes, but he had by his terms, better things to do, and the little woman seemed to be content to putter with the money so...

Perhaps, had Mara more visibly shown interest in trading with other clans, Bunto would have objected, she knew. As it was, from what she could tell, he could tell that negotiating pleased her, he could keep an eye on the stranger, the stranger didn't speak about anything to him, or interfere with his lusts.. And the stranger could be persuaded to part with some coin. Regularly. To feed Bunto's vices.

For Bunto, it was close to a win-win situation. In another time, in another place, perhaps he might have objected to Mara's firm desire to keep a hand on the finances, because his vices would have consistently drained their coffers. Here, she was quiet, pretended to be working and weaving or playing with an abacus, and she engaged him in questions about new gowns instead of asking where he was going or when he was going to sign Jican's paperwork.

Bunto hated Jican. It wasn't the poor man's fault that he was conscentious. It wasn't his fault that Mara had given him the duty of asking him to sign paperwork on all the Acoma's outward transactions. It wasn't Jican's fault that Bunto... felt somewhat defensive about the fact both his wife and the accountant were more intelligent than he.

However, it was there. And there was nothing that could be done about it. Bunto simply relied on his guard to tell him if the guest was doing anything he wasn't supposed to, and according to the guard, Zaknafein was as asexual as a cho-ja. So. No competition there.

She was interrupted in her musings as her guest spoke up again, and a slim hand flicked a few more beads on the abacus as she contemplated the costs. Yes, the copper covered it.Zak managed to sell Mara a copper wire spool for a month and a half's worth of food supplies for himself and the gryphon (which really did love offal as much as it loved meat. He supposed that its preference for things humans didn't eat, kept his food costs low.) when the screaming started up. It started up from farther than the human's hearing range, and so, long before the servant actually came into sight, panicking, Zaknafein had his hands on both blades, and had managed to warn Mara that they had trouble, incoming.

Mara, worried, stood up immediately, ignoring the splash of the discarded teacup's contents and the splatter-marks on her long, flowing sleeves. The silk could be washed. There was more important work afoot. "What kind of trouble? Where is it coming from?" she asked, beginning to fumble for her bodkin. Zak simply handed her a pair of the long acoma-style blades he'd purchased during his stay, so she could defend herself, and she'd discarded the first of her confining outer robes when the servant, a young, frightened maid, came in.

"Harulth! There is a small Harulth in the food garden!" The maid was outright terrified, panting in fear, "It tore through the wall and started snarling and chasing people!"

Small Harulth?" Zak puzzled out, as he headed in the direction of the food garden. "What does it look like?"

"It was black and gold and screaming mad!" the maid shouted to him as he outpaced her and got ahead to the commotion coming from the vegetable garden. "And it's skin looked like it was made of hard plates!"

Oh. Wait. Wait a minute. "I'll handle this." he said politely, as something very much like hope began to kindle in his chest. "Mara, if you could please ask your slaughterers to bring as much needra offal from the slaughterhouse as possible?"

Mara, noting the way Zak had suddenly calmed, tilted her head at him quizzically. "Are you planning to bribe or distract the creature?" she puzzled out, as she gave swift orders to the staff to call in the slaughterers and bid them bring Needra and Gazen offal.

"Something like that." Zak allowed, smiling with surprising joy, given his wary and unsettled demeanor in the past months. "I think it is from the Bar."

Mara noted that speaking these words caused his shoulders to relax. "Specifically, "I believe it could be Tyler's Guardian beast, Winston."

The boy Tyler, whom Zak cared about, had a guardian beast? What exactly was such a thing, and how in the world had it come to the middle of her vegetable gardens for the feasts, had a door to Milliways opened? The sounds coming from the garden now were of irritated animal ...and man screaming at each other before the crack of the sword colliding with something. Then the animal's noise became positively enraged and snapping it's teeth.

Mara wondered what had happened to her life and what had she done in a past life to deserve this, as she quickly followed in his footsteps, , pausing to call the slaughterers on over and give them the orders... and yet she was relieved by Zak's taking over. It would be good to get this over with as early as possible-

"Lord Bunto! It's bitten your sword in two!" The frantic cry ruined her hopes.

Well, that had just torn off any chance she could get of reconciling her husband to another strange guest..

Oh no. Buntokapi had returned, earlier from his outing than expected! And apparently the creature had bitten through one of his blades!

The scene that greeted Mara was of Bunto nearly apopoleptic with rage swatting away at the beast with what remained of his sword as it charged and snapped at him, tearing at what it could reach and doing a good job of shredding the man's green and white robes.

Now seeing the creature as it landed and growled angrily, it did look something like a harulth. It's body shape, and head-full of sharp teeth were similar, but that was where it ended. It's skin was made of up hard, black and gold metal plates, some singed, some stained with a thick glittery fluid, and purple eyes. The size of a very young needra it had dozens of bright steel teeth in it's jaws, which snapped at Buntokapi as the lord advanced, and Mara winced. It's claws too were made of steel and there were shreds of silk caught between them, as the very enraged beast snapped and charged at Bunto again.

It was just a good thing it wasn't his ancestral blade or the Acoma's ancestral blade, but she could see he had lost his temper and quite frankly his sense of caution because of it. Those teeth and claws could disembowel him if he weren't as good a warrior as he was. She had only a moment's notice to feel relieved by this, before she flinched as Zak called its attention to them.

"Winston!" Zaknafein called out, as the wary slaughterers came in with wheelbarrows full of dripping offal from the slaughterhouses. "Liver!"

Was that supposed to help? Mara wondered.

The creature turned, fascinated, as the man's sword glanced off its plated back, and then with a cry of joy, bounded over to Zak, eager to receive the proffered treats, causing the slaughterhouse men to flinch in apprehension as it began to root around the wheelbarrow's contents, slurping up innards with glee.

And now it was up to Mara and Zak to defuse Buntokapi's rage, a thing which neither of them were any good with.
whipped_weapon: serious face (Default)
2012-02-19 07:08 am

Theme Songs

Zaknafein Playlist:

1. Commoner Childhood:
Get Out Alive- Three Days Grace

"No time for goodbye.” he said, as he faded away.
Don’t put your life in someone’s hands.
They’re bound to steal it away.
Don’t hide your mistakes.
‘Cause they’ll find you, burn you.”
Then he said
“If you want to get out alive… Run for your life. "


Too Bad – Nickelback

 “Fathers hands were lined with dirt
From long days in the field
And mothers hands are serving meals
In a café on Main Street
With mouths to feed
Just trying to keep clothing on our backs
And all I hear about is
how it's so bad, it's so bad
Father's hands are lined with guilt..
For tearing us apart.
Guess it turned out in the end.
Just look at where we are…
We made it out, we still got clothing on our backs.
And now I scream about it…
How it's so bad, it's so bad…”


2. The Academy of Melee-Magthere:
Just Like You- Three Days Grace

"I could be cold, I could be ruthless.
You know I could be just like you.
I could be weak. I could be senseless,
You know I could be just like you.
You thought you would stand beside me
You’re only in my way,
You’re wrong if you think that I’ll be just like you.
You thought you were there to guide me.
You’re only in my way,
You’re wrong if you think that I’ll be just like you."


In the Shadows – Rasmus

“They say that I must learn to kill before I can feel safe
But I, I'd rather kill myself than turn into their slave
Sometimes I feel that I should go and play with the thunder
Somehow I just don't wanna stay and wait for a wonder”


3. House Do’Urden:
Lie- Black Heart Burns

"I'm living a lie, and it's not the best thing for me
but anyone and everyone is going to hear another story.
I'm building a house, of murderous intentions.
To keep it all from coming down, I've gotta focus my attention."


Tomorrow – SR-71
“You never dreamed you had to live your life so guarded
Cause they'll find a way to make you feel discarded
Things have changed you've become a complication
You can't make it through another day's humiliation
I'm not afraid of tomorrow
I'm only scared of myself
Feels like my insides are on fire
And I'm looking through the eyes of someone else”


4. Malice:
The Beginning: Fight for all the Wrong Reasons- Nickelback

"Well I wanted you.
I wanted no one else.
I thought it through..
I got you to myself.
You got off.
Every time you got on to me.
I got caught up..
In favorable slavery?"
"Well you know my friends…
Well they know your enemies.
I'd pretend…
Not to hear what they said to me.
'Cause I got off
Every time you got on to me..
Was it wrong,
To go along with insanity?"


The Middle: Flat on the Floor – Nickelback
“Like I need to defend my own innocence
So what, I did it, I admit it, and I'm pleading the 5th
One more anthem for the know it all
I won't be standing up for long I better learn how to crawl
In ten minutes I'll be laying out flat on the floor
8 minutes from losing it a little bit
5 minutes your description might be starting to fit
3 to go and I'm forgetting all that I've ever known
I won't be standing up for long I better learn how to crawl.”


The End: Points of Authority – Linkin Park

“You want someone to hurt like you
(You live what you've learned)
You want to share what you've been through
(You live what you've learned)
You love the things I say I'll do
The way I'll hurt myself again
Just to get back at you
You take away when I give in
My life, my pride is broken”


Yanking Out My Heart – NickelBack

"Feeling fine.
Let's rip out yours instead of mine.
And all you need
are several ways to watch me bleed.
Well, thanks for stopping this beating in my chest.
It's easier now, and I'm happy like this."


5. Jarlaxle:
My Way – Limp Bizkit

“You think you’re special, you do, I can see it in your eyes,
I can see it when you laugh at me, look down on me and walk around on me.
Just one more fight about your leadership, and I will straight up leave your shit.
‘Cause I’ve had enough of this, and now I’m pissed.”


Faint – Linkin Park
“I can't feel the way I did before, don't turn your back on me
I won't be ignored, time won't heal this damage anymore
Don't turn your back on me, I won't be ignored”


6. Jarlaxle And Zaknafein
Believe Me – Fort Minor

"I guess,
that this is where we've come to.
If you don't want to,
Then you don't have to believe me.
But I won't be there when you go down,
Just so you know now,
You're on your own now, believe me."


7. Rizzen:
This Ain’t A Scene, It’s An Arms Race- Fall Out Boy

“I am an arms dealer
Fitting you with weapons in the form of words
And don't really care which side wins
As long as the room keeps singing
That's just the business I'm in, yeah.”


8. Dantrag (to Zaknafein):
Passive – A Perfect Circle

“You’re dead as dead can be… that’s what the doctor tells me.
But I just can’t believe him, ever the optimistic one.
I’m sure of your ability to become.
My perfect enemy.
Wake up… and face me.
Don’t play dead, ‘cause maybe… Someday I will walk away and say,
“You disappoint me, maybe you’re better off this way.”


9. Zaknafein (to Dantrag):
Goodbye- SR71

“Goodbye.
So long.
Nice try.
I’m gone.
You don’t like being second.
I don’t like being wrong.”


10. Vierna:
Everybody’s Fool- Evanescence

“Perfect by nature, icons of self indulgence…
You’re what we all need.
More lies about the world that never was and never will be,
Have you no shame, don’t you see me?
You know you’ve got everybody fooled.
Look here she comes now, bow down and stare in wonder
Oh how, we love you, too bad we didn’t know
Never was and never would be.
You don’t know how you’ve betrayed me.
Somehow you’ve got everybody fooled.”


11. Drizzt (from Zaknafein):
Silver- David Cook

“When writing your history, I will always be a footnote,
A distant memory, a warning sign,
Of mistakes made…
The kind that you learn from.
This song is the best of me,
Taking truth for solemn motive, a better side of me,
An open mind…
For mistakes made…
The kind that you burn from.”


12. Drizzt (to Zaknafein):
How To Save A Life:

“Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend.
Somewhere along in the bitterness.
And I would have stayed up with you all night.
Had I known how to save a life.”


(Unlucky) 13. Death:
Leave Out All the Rest- Linkin Park

“I dreamed I was missing. And you were so scared.
But no one would listen. ‘Cause no one else cared.
After my dreaming, I woke with this fear
What am I leaving when I’m done here.
“When my time comes, forget the wrongs that I’ve done
Help me leave behind some, reasons to be missed.
Don’t resent me, when you’re feeling empty,
Keep me in your memory, leave out all the rest.


14. Zevran (initial impression):
Smooth – Matchbox Twenty

“And if you say this life ain’t good enough,
I would give my world to lift you up.
I'd change my life to better suit your mood.
‘Cause you’re so smooth.”