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Wednesday, September 05, 2007
Bregan D'aerthe
'You try to build here,' Kimmuriel remarked even as he started into the chimney and his magical road back to the Underdark. 'You grasp to create something on the World Above, yet no matter your success, it could not rival that which awaits you in Menzoberranzan. I try to understand you, Jarlaxle, but even my brilliance is no match for your unpredictability. What is it you seek here that does not already await you in our homeland?'
Freedom, Jarlaxle thought, but did not say.
Of course, Kimmuriel was a psionist, and a powerful one indeed, so Jarlaxle never really had to 'say' anything to him to get his point across.
Kimmuriel stared at him for afew moments, then slowly nodded. 'There is no freedom,' he finally said. 'There is only survival'
Moca wrote @ 11:24 AM
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