"How long was I out?" Hulda blurted out before Nymolg could say anything more. "I didn't snore, did I? My brothers claim I snore, but that could just be them hearing their own snoring. Now, mother, on the other hand, she snores-"
"Silence!" Nymolg boomed, effectively stopping Hulda's rant. Despite his raised voice, he looked more confused than offended. Rhyl'lyn, on his part, wasn't the least bit surprised. Over by the three sisters, Aun'kacha stifled a laugh. "You've been out only a few minutes. Hardly enough time to start snoring."
Relief came to Hulda's face, as if being captured by drow and used for a summoning ritual was perfectly normal. "Thank goodness. It's such an unattractive thing to do."
Nymolg looked to Rhyl'lyn. "Does she always speak out of turn?"
In reply, the warrior merely raised his hands and took a step back to signal that he wanted no part in it.
The priest scoffed as his eyes went back to the wide-eyed human in front of him. "I suppose that's what we get when they're not raised as slaves."
"Your hair is fancy," she said all of a sudden, "it makes me think of the Weave. How did you get it arranged like that?" The ensuing silence was unmistakably awkward.
"Magic," he replied flatly, "now be silent."
From 'Finding Pinky - chapter 2' by Sushi-Troll
Forgotten Realms fans - attention!
This unforgettable specimen is called Hulda Swanmantle, and after Sushi-Troll
's introducing story 'Finding Pinky' (yes, she named her morningstar Pinky) has ended, she (Hulda, not Sushi) will disembark on more fun yet exceedingly dangerous adventures - the first of which will be arriving here, soon!
For a taste of things to come, here's a sneak peek from the second chapter of Darkness over Beorunna's Well, where Hulda is demonstrating her inborn charm and excellent investigating skills:
Hulda hesitated to answer. She hadn't seen anyone looking like a priest of Selûne yet, and so she wasn't sure whom she'd be dealing with. Maybe she'd better be cautious, and do her investigation undercover. On the other hand, she hadn't nearly enough money to impersonate a merchant.
The door swinging open again proved to be her salvation: all eyes were drawn to a young, barefooted local woman, not yet in her twentieth year, with flowers in her hair and white ribbons trailing from her wrists.
-”Moon shine on your path, everyone,” she greeted the patrons, and gave the barkeep a peck on the cheek before going up a flight of rickety stairs and disappearing out of sight.
-”Bah, my sister's daughters are like that, too, now,” Hulda's partner in conversation mumbled to his mates.
-”They're getting worse, aren't they?” one said.
-”The ones from my cousin are demanding he buys them white silk for new clothes,” the first one continued.
-”Tell him he stalls until winter. There's a reason why rabbits and foxes don't wear silk,” another advised. All grunted in agreement, and simultaneously drained their cups before asking a refill.
-”So – is it business that brings you here?” the first one asked again.
Hulda swallowed; she'd forgotten to think about a plan.
-”I'm... writing a book on commendable taverns along to route to... to the North,” she said, and took another swig to celebrate. ”So – noticed any suspicious people around town, lately?”
She could have hit herself that instant – the Black Lions however, were still hiccuping with laughter about her previous sentence.
-”This tavern ain't so far north, or so fancy that travelers are desperate to enter,” one Uthgard
explained. “There's been two foreigners in town yesterday, talking with that foppish Selûnatic of ours and they haven't bothered to rent a room. I bet they've made camp in the forest! I saw 'm when I checked my snares this morning – they're Southerners.”
-”Maybe word about that timber merchant finding a raccoon with a litter of five in his bed has traveled far already,” another joked. All men laughed and cheered and called out to the barkeep, who gave them a sound rolling of the eyes.
Hulda, meanwhile, knew enough.
From 'Darkness over Beorunna's Well - chapter 2: Local Cuisine' by BATTLEFAIRIES
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Start reading 'Finding Pinky' here:
Finding Pinky 1: All Marpenoth's EveIt was supposed to be just another mission for his church. Their young had stepped out of line to the point where they put their own lives foolishly in danger. Not for Vhaeraun, nor for the surface clan they belonged to, but simply for personal glory. Such were the ways of the young, but unlike their spider-worshipping kin in the Night Below, the elders didn't have the luxury of letting them run off and get themselves killed.
In short, it was a mission for a drow and meant to be solved by drow only. It had nothing to do with her, with which she agreed. Yet there she was, the human sorceress-cleric of Selûne of Illuskan descent that he'd come to know as Hulda Swanmantle, once again crossing paths with him. She listened intently to what he had to say, nodded her agreement that she had no business with his people, but stubbornly refused to leave. Out of all the humans he'd met in his life, this one was one of a rare few that managed to successfully... trouble him.
“I'm on a pi