A Land Far Away

I felt I should get into the in-crowd and write a story of my own about the Tunnel Without Truth campaign, so I wrote the first chapter (which is just the first campaign night) in my spare time in the last few days. I don't write much, so I'm open to suggestions and criticism. So here you guys go, chapter one...

Birth of Conflict
Chapter One

G’eldax had finally made it to Mantol Derith, after torturing some commoner for the password, riding day after day on his pack lizard, guided by a slave whom he later killed when the servant’s work was done, and headed for the nearest inn. The beds weren’t much of a step above the mediocrity of the bedroll he’d been sleeping on for the last few cycles, and the bar was quite a shoddy place, but still, it was something. He was glad to be out of the iblith smelling tavern the next morning, and was in a hurry to acquire the information Matron Carrolloc requested and be off, back to Menzoberranzan. He might even look for extra information, for G’eldax was looking to gain ground on some of his brothers, and would also be eager to further aid him and his house gain more of Lolth’s positive attention.
The male set out to look for where to start when he spotted two peculiar males conversing outside a tent. They spotted G’eldax, and he quickly turned his head in order to fool them into thinking that he wasn’t paying attention. Apparently the ploy failed, because when G’eldax felt that their gaze had left him, the males were gone altogether. He quickly looked about, determined to see where they went, but only found a hooded male and an attractive female who seemed to have witnessed the same scene. There were also other drow scattered around the area, most oblivious to the intrigue that was unfolding before them. Many seemed like nobles, including the female who saw the people who vanished near the tent, and, upon further speculation, seemed to be a priestess as well.
G’eldax decided to speak with the hooded male, who was positioned in the corner, about the other illithir who had disappeared. The shady man responded with a useless “Don’t come too close.” A tad frustrated, realizing that this mission would be much harder then he thought it would be, assuming everyone was too dull to talk and everyone he tried to spy on vanishes into thin air as the last few minutes had been like, G’eldax went to observe again. He questioned the merchant at the tent on the males that had disappeared, and coupled with a threat, hoped to get some answers. But the merchant denied he knew anything. For the moment, he was going to just watch and listen, to lay back and wait rather than he aggressive in his search.
He observed a conversation between other nobles, two of them were from house Faen Tlabbar. Could they be looking for the same information? Matron Carrolloc would be pleased if G’eldax outsmarted members of the third house of Menzoberranzan.
The Druu’giir male walked over and bought some food and drink, partly because he wanted to appear normal, and partly because he truly was hungry. Two bats with one bolt, he mused to himself. It wasn’t bad, but eating rations for the last tenday had probably lowered his standards on the quality of taste.
While he could hear the group of illithir talk, he picked up valuable information. It appears that the Faen Tlabbar male came down here from the surface. He would have to be powerful to survive such a trip, and he could not have been sent to Mantol Derith by house orders. The other Tlabbar was a female, she didn’t look like a priestess, yet G’eldax didn’t think a female of a house as powerful as Faen Tlabbar could be a simple sneak or fighter. Maybe she was incognito, trying to pose as something less than what she was. Maybe her matron saw her as a disgrace, and sent her on a hopeless mission to end the disgrace. He would have to look into this further. The priestess was a Ched Nasadrian, which, if she had been sent down for the same reason G’eldax had, implied that this “information” would be quite important.
G’eldax noticed many people going in and out of the vicinity, buying equipment, food, drink, and what not. There was a strange half-orc iblith who wandered in and decided to address the priestess, and was disgustingly rude while doing so. He questioned the way of Lolth, and was unforgivingly ignorant. G’eldax expected the female to cut out his tongue on the spot, but she didn’t. Instead she responded with some sort of unemotional softness, in fact she was barely even irritated. “It seems all my companions, or enemies for that matter, are somewhat oddballs, in some respects.” the Druu’giir male thought to himself.
Then a strange female walked in and began chatting with the group, and refused to reveal any trace of identity when asked. This was something that intrigued G’eldax, and to top it off, she seemed to be asking more questions than a normal person would be. Definitely something to take not of.
After more of the same, someone approached G’eldax, telling him to stay there so they could talk about “work” a bit later. It was someone he had never seen before, and had no symbols on him, so G’eldax decided not to follow his advice, and began to walk over to the priestess to ask why she didn’t flay that orc-blooded iblith earlier, and if the way of Lolth was taugt differently in the City of Shimmering Webs.
While he was there, he was interrupted by what seemed to be a group of drow wearing the same clothing as the male who has spoken to G’eldax. They were exchanging insults with the Tlabbar male, G’eldax laughed, some of the comments were actually quite witty. It elevated to the point where a fight broke out between the two, and the Tlabbar chopped his enemy’s head right off. More of them came to fight, and the Druu’giir stepped back a little, assuming it was just a fight between the Tlabbar. He realized that he was wrong as soon as a hilt of a longsword cracked him in the forehead. Many others went down, some worse than he. G’eldax lay prone on the ground for a few minutes, but he recovered from his unconscious state when the fight ceased.
His blurry eyes surveyed his surroundings, and it looked like everyone else was targeted by the assassination attempt. After he got his head straight everyone exchanged ideas on who might have been responsible. G’eldax kept his best ideas to himself. They talked for a while, when a tanarruk, a half orc half demon creature, walked up to them. The beast asked how many had died. The females questioned it, they asked how he knew there was an attack, how he got here, and so on. It replied only that its master was Jaf’lil. G’eldax knew that name, it belonged to a wizard in Menzoberranzan, most likely a graduate or master of Sorcere. The tanarruk asked its original question again, and G’eldax thought it opportune to lie. He said that many of them had died, to throw off this Jaf’lil just incase he was involved in a negative way. After the tanarruk had left, G’eldax felt the cycle was over, but he truly did not know the time, Narbondel was hundreds of miles away. He wanted to, but did not sleep, there were too many variables, to many factors in this equation that could end up spelling death.

Hey I like getting the multiple sides to the story. Keep writing.