Baldur's Gate: Children of Blood
by BioDread
 
 
Part One
 
Diana smoothly rolled her bare hips, grinding her crotch over Imoen's, moaning softly as she felt Imoen's patch of silky pubic hair caress her wet pussy.  The naked half-elf grasped Imoen's sweat-slick thigh and stroked the hot, creamy flesh.  Imoen closed her large eyes and sighed through slightly parted lips while Diana massaged her small left breast, the wide, brown nipple erect between two of the half-elf's long, slender fingers.
 
With rivulets of Imoen's honey washing over her throbbing pussy, Diana lowered herself against the panting girl, their swollen breasts squashing together as Diana consumed Imoen's sweet lips, her tongue slipping between the girl's small teeth.  Imoen embraced her half-elven lover with equal fervor, her small hands clutching Diana's perfect, rounded buttocks.  Parting from Imoen's saliva-moistened lips, Diana nuzzled the writhing girl's neck, kissing and licking her milky white skin.  Imoen arched her back and groaned in bliss, she dragged her nails across Diana's spine, the girl's pelvis shuddering from the orgasm overtaking her.  Diana ran her fingers through Imoen's sweat-dampened, violet, shoulder-length hair, kissing the girl's moaning lips and flushed cheeks.  Imoen became limp underneath Diana, exhausted from her climax.
 
"Gorion was looking for you," gasped Imoen, shivering with pleasure as Diana circled one hardened nipple with a fingernail.
 
"He wants to go on a trip," nodded Diana before she planted a soft kiss on Imoen's lips.
 
"Can I go with you?" asked Imoen hopefully, gazing at Diana with wide, pleading eyes.
 
"It'll be dangerous," pointed out the half-elf, rubbing one long, bare leg over one of Imoen's.
 
"I can help you."
 
"I'll think about it," smiled Diana, kissing the tip of Imoen's small, pert nose.
 
"We better leave before Dreppin comes back," said Imoen, sliding out from underneath Diana and reaching for her discarded clothes.
 
Diana sighed before gathering her own clothing from the hay.
*****
 
The beautiful, raven-haired half-elf began the search for her guardian in the southern outer courtyard of Candlekeep.  The courtyard was relatively empty, but a strange, short man dressed in a tattered brown cloak and hood drew Diana's curiosity.  Hefting the staff that she carried with her, Diana followed the strange man into the bunkhouse that was set against the inner wall protecting the
master keep.
 
Diana's elven vision picked out the man in the darkness.  He spun to face her, a dull knife appearing in his right fist.
 
"Ah, you're the pretty wench I'm looking for," leered the scruffy man, licking cracked lips as his blood-shot eyes roved over Diana's lean body.
 
"Who are you?  Why are you looking for me?" demanded Diana, brandishing her staff with both hands.
 
"My name is Carbos, and I've been paid to slay you!" sneered the small man, lunging towards Diana with his razor-sharp dagger.
 
Diana barely beat Carbos away with her staff, dodging to her right when the assassin slashed down with his knife.  Carbos eyed the young woman darkly, gauging her movements, searching for an opening to strike.  The small man smiled coldly just before he stabbed forward, the edge of his dagger slicing down the length of Diana's left arm, cutting the sleeve of her tunic and biting deep into her flesh.  Diana cried out, thrusting out with the tip of her staff, smashing into Carbos' chest and propelling him away from her.  As Carbos' curses echoed through the dark bunkhouse, Diana pressed her bleeding arm to her stomach, her light tunic soon drenched in her own blood.  Diana held out her staff with her right hand, her vision blurring as she lost more and more blood.
 
"Have a nice trip to hell, bitch," chuckled Carbos, lowering into a crouch and diving forward.
 
Diana swung down with all her remaining strength.  The heavy staff crashed into the back of Carbos' neck, the sound of shattering bone reverberated through the bunkhouse.
 
The bleeding half-elf staggered out of the bunkhouse, a trail of scarlet behind her.  Diana collapsed to her knees, her left arm on fire.  She tried to rise, but fell onto her face instead.  Diana faintly heard a voice shouting in alarm, then blackness washed over her.
*****
 
Diana awoke with a soft groan, pleasantly surprised to find herself in a warm bed with thick, soft covers tucked around her.  She tentatively raised her slashed left arm, the wound was gone without a trace.  There were many voices coming from below, Diana realized that someone must have brought her to the Candlekeep Inn.  Reluctantly leaving the warmth of the bed, Diana climbed to her feet, gathered her few belongings, and went downstairs to the common room.
 
"Yer lookin better, girl!" smiled Winthrop warmly.  The burly innkeeper poured a mug of ale for Diana and indicated a place at the bar.
 
"Who brought me?" inquired Diana, sipping from her mug.
 
"One of the young acolytes.  The poor boy thought you were a goner!" laughed Winthrop.
 
Diana smiled ruefully.  "I need to buy some weapons and supplies, I'm leaving with Gorion today."
 
"I heard about that, lass.  I'm sorry to see ya go," sighed the big man.
 
Winthrop left the bar and led the way into a back room where he sold weapons and gear to passing adventurers.  Diana slowly circuited the room, examining different weapons and pieces of armor.  Mindful that she didn't have much money, the half-elf finally decided to purchase a long sword, short bow, arrows, small helm, small shield, and a suit of leather armor.  Winthrop took Diana's gold and gave her back a handful of silver in change.
 
"You can use the room upstairs for the rest of the day."
 
"I'll change there, but then I better go find Gorion," nodded Diana gratefully.
 
"May the gods protect your way, lass," smiled Winthrop sadly.
 
Diana kissed Winthrop's cheek in farewell, then left the store room to change into her new armor.
*****
 
The elderly scholar Gorion waited for his young ward at the front steps of the master keep.
 
"I've been waiting!" growled the old man, scratching at his sparse covering of gray hair.
 
"Forgive me, sir!" panted Diana after her sprint from the gatehouse to the front steps.
 
"Come, while we still have some daylight to travel," said Gorion, leading the way back to the gatehouse.
 
Diana caught her breath and reached over her head, tying her long, black hair into a loose ponytail before she walked after her shuffling guardian.
 
Diana and Gorion were still within sight of Candlekeep when the sky darkened and the rain began to fall.  Light at first, the rain fell heavier and heavier, fat, splattering drops that forced the two travelers to hide underneath the hoods of their heavy cloaks.
 
"We should make camp somewhere!" suggested Diana.
 
"We need to cover more ground!" retorted Gorion with a shake of his hood.
 
The trail that Diana and Gorion followed wandered into a thick grove of trees. The grove emptied into a wide, circular clearing, a clearing lit by flashes of brilliant, white lightning.  Hunched underneath her wide hood, Diana almost crashed into Gorion's back.
 
"What is it?"
 
"Trouble," replied Gorion flatly.
 
Diana raised her face and gasped when she saw the men waiting in the center of the clearing.
Three men were dressed in heavy, black platemail.  They stood behind a fourth man who was taller and more powerfully built than all of them.  The leader wore black plate too, and a spiked, demonic- faced helm that concealed his features. The last member of the group was a short, beautiful woman with almond-shaped eyes and short, gleaming, black hair.  She wore skin-tight leather with a strangely curved sword at her hip.
 
"Give me the girl, old man!" rumbled the armor-clad leader.
 
"You know I won't," countered Gorion coldly.
 
"Then die, weakling!" snapped the leader, raising his right gauntlet and chanting words of magic.
 
"Get behind me!" ordered Gorion, brandishing his staff and reciting words of his own.
 
A huge fireball spat from the bandit leader's open palm, growing and crackling as it flew toward Gorion and Diana.  The half-elf closed her eyes, prepared for the fireball to devour her and her elderly parent.  Heat struck Diana, but flames did not lick her flesh.  She opened her eyes to see the last traces of the fireball fade from the shield of magic Gorion had formed around himself and his ward.
 
"Run, Diana!  Run and don't look back!"
 
"What about you?" demanded Diana, drawing her long sword, ready to fight at her adopted father's side.
 
"I'll handle this scum, now do as I say!"
 
Diana bit her lip in frustration, then nodded brusquely.  She ran back down the trail, thunder shaking the trees as lightning filled the clearing.  Diana could hear screams behind her, she couldn't tell if they were Gorion's.  With tear-filled eyes, Diana disappeared into the trees, the rain pouring down relentlessly.
*****
 
Every muscle ached as Diana stretched upon her bed of damp leaves. Remembering the horror of the previous night, Diana reflexively clutched the hilt of her sheathed sword, glancing everywhere for a sign of the black-armored bandits.  The half-elf staggered to her feet and left her hiding place, walking back onto the trail and following it to the place where Gorion had made his stand.  The stench of burnt vegetation made Diana wrinkle her nose, she drew her sword, her breath quickening with adrenalin and fear.
 
The clearing was completely blackened, every blade of grass was shriveled and dark.  The trees surrounding the clearing were also disfigured by flame and heat, like corpses put to the torch until only twisted, black skeletons remained.  Diana's elven sensitivity to nature was appalled by the damage, but the sight in the center of the clearing froze the half-elf's pounding heart.
 
Imoen knelt next to Gorion's body, weeping softly.  The old man had been set upon with blades, his chest was bared open, his limbs were covered with deep slashes.  He had not died easily or without pain.  Diana was numb as she fell to her knees opposite Imoen, her lips trembled, but no sound came out.
 
"I..I found him like this at dawn," sniffled Imoen as she wiped her eyes.  "I followed you from Candlekeep, I was going to surprise you this morning."
 
"Bandits attacked us during the storm, he told me to run," murmured Diana, her almond- shaped eyes welling with hot tears.
 
Imoen began to search Gorion's body.  Diana started to protest, but stopped when the girl handed her a rolled up scroll.
 
"You should read this," suggested Imoen.
 
Looking at Imoen curiously, Diana opened the scroll and began to read.  Imoen continued to search, recovering Gorion's gold pouch and two more scrolls sealed in a leather case.  The leather- clad girl set the scroll case next to Diana and kept the pouch, she also slipped a bloodstone ring from Gorion's right hand into a belt pouch.
 
"Someone named E. says that we can find help at the Friendly Arm Inn."
 
"I know where that is, about a day's walk north!" replied Imoen.
 
Diana nodded.  "Let's give Gorion a proper burial, then we'll go investigate this Inn."
*****
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