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She was not hesitant about entering melee, however, and would charge into combat with Khazid'hea at the ready, generally confident in her ability to dominate the blade.
However, she was recently wounded by a giant-thrown boulder during the defense of Mithril Hall from the legions of Obould Many-Arrows. This lasting injury has forced her to largely forgo the use of traditional melee weaponry, being physically unable to fight as she once did. To compensate, she has instead started learning magic under the tutelage of the illusionist Nanfoodle and Lady Alustriel.
In The Ghost KingCattie-brie is touched by a strand of the failing Weave of Magic and put into a comatose state from the effects of the Spellplague. She spends the entirety of the book reliving her memories, and it is discovered that she is caught between realms in a place known as Shadowfell. She eventually dies as a result of the effects and is taken to a personal heaven by Mielikki.
In The Companions, the first book of the series The Sunderingit is revealed that Catti-brie, along with Regis, Wulfgar, and Bruenor, were gathered together in Mielikki's personal heaven to be given a choice to aid Drizzt against Lolth at a future date by being reborn into new bodies.
Catti-brie, Regis, and Bruenor choose to temporarily forgo the choice to seek the afterlife in order to save Drizzt, while Wulfgar chooses instead to seek the afterlife and his family after the Companions of the Hall.
She is reborn among a Bedine family with her full knowledge intact, and subsequently lives with them, then with a coven of mages in Netheriland finally makes her way to the appointed rendezvous with Drizzt, an event that takes place coinciding with the ending of the previous Drizzt novel, The Last Threshold.
The bow is made of wood enspelled not to break or scratch, and the quiver held 20 silver arrows, when one was used the quiver magically replaced it. The bow was used by Catti-brie until she was later crippled and eventually died, then the bow was used by her husband Drizzt. Part of the weapon's enchantment passed to the arrows when they're fired by it is that the arrows are imbued with crackling energy in flight that causes them to deal far more damage than would be typical for a normal arrow.
The energy scorches targets, can set flammables alight, but does not seem to have any particularly enhanced effect upon cold-based creatures. Another property of Taulmaril the Heartseeker is that the arrow, when fired from the bow, travels at super high speeds compared to a normal bow, allowing it to blast through enemies even clad with armor.
Khazid'hea Cutter [ edit ] Khazid'hea was the evil sentient blade Catti-brie wielded during The Legacy period, the blade having a wicked design all its own and the ability to communicate with its user as well to change the shape of its hilt; the super sharp blade could also cut through stone. Khazid'hea could easily take over the minds of others in its search to be wielded by the dark elf ranger Drizzt Do'Urden, by its measure the greatest fighter in the world.
Catti-brie, however, was able to overcome the sword and put it to deadly use, though soon Khazid'hea left her hands, eventually leading to the death of Delly Curtie, Wulfgar's wife, and falling into the hands of another drow.
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The sword's ego, it seems, could not stand Catti-brie's use of Taulmaril. Catti-brie came into possession of the sword in Starless Night, after Drizzt killed the late Dantrag Baenre, the highly skilled owner of Khazid'hea, in furious combat. The sword offered itself to Drizzt by fashioning its hilt into the shape of a unicorn's head, a symbol of Drizzt's Goddess, Mielikki, but Drizzt refused, saying "I favor the scimitar," and so Catti-brie took up the blade instead.
The sword's name, Khazid'hea, literally means cutter in the drow language. The Blade itself is sentient and greatly wishes to be wielded only by the best. It will take over the mind of the "owner", as evidenced by its manipulation of Delly Curtie, Wulfgar's wife, and subsequently several foolish orcs, in order to get to Drizzt Do'Urden in the book The Two Swords.
Later when Drizzt takes the blade back from an unfortunate orc soldier, he uses it in vicious battle with Obould, the cruel orc king. He loses Khazid'hea in this battle and Obould, instead of using the devastating blade to his advantage, throws it down a mountainside, where it finally comes into possession of Tos'un Armgo-who is undoubtedly of alike mind. Please help improve this section by adding citations to reliable sources. So he tried to push it aside, praying somehow he would make the right decision.
As Drizzt followed her through the winding passageways, he knew he must go soon or he would never leave. As she frequently did, Catti-Brie seemed to sense his distress yet once again and pulled him into one of the darkened niches carved into the rough stone. He could have pushed her away, but he had no desire to hurt her So he remained pressed against the wall as she leaned into him, her gaze peering into his soul as if she would join it if she could. They remained so for a long moment until the sound of footsteps forced her away.
With a disgusted sound, the young woman flung away and stomped off toward her quarters. The dark elf battled his desire to follow her, to comfort her and reassure her he would indeed see her again. But he knew better than to heed that call. Instead, he made his way to the dining hall and immersed himself in food and drink and the companionship of his other friends. Of Wulfgar's abrupt departure, Drizzt could only wonder that the man had yet again broken so many hearts.
Perhaps one day he might return, once he had put to rest the demons he carried with him. Until then, Drizzt felt it best he moved on and put temptation far beyond his reach.
That night he began packing, ready to leave well before the dawn. The halls resounded with the sound of snoring dwarves and he began to wonder if he alone remained awake. He picked up the figure of his feline friend and contemplated calling her to the Material Plane for the sole reason that he needed company before his departure. At last, he decided to let Guenhwyvar remain in her world, pushed the smooth carving into his pack and lay back for a few hours of rest. Much later that night he awoke to the nearly noiseless squeak of his door opening and lay still, his hands gripping his weapons.
A stealthy tread on the stone floor assured him no dwarf approached, yet the very fact he heard it assured him none of his dark brethren had come for him. He shifted his eyes to the infravision spectrum and relaxed his fingers from his scimitars. Some imp of mischief prompted him to close his eyes, turn his head away and pretend sleep. Soft breath and the touch of gentle lips on his cheek made it nearly impossible to maintain that pretense.
When those very lips lingered there, then moved to his mouth he could not bite back the gasp. She stood abruptly and in his enhanced vision he could see the telltale heat of her embarrassment. I'll not let you go without Tis not just for you, but fer meself as well.
Even when I was too young to really understand how you made me feel. Like a bit o' me soul that's refused ta stay inside me. Much as he tried, his body responded to her words as much as his soul responded to her call.
Warmth, kindness, intuition, wisdom beyond her years, insight into the spirits of those around her, all this and more made up his dear Catti-Brie. And here she knelt, offering herself to him without thought of the repercussions possible. This is not wise. For one so discerning as yourself, can you not see the consequences if we allow this to happen? He caught her in his arms, then set aside his weapons on the rack above his bed.
Her sweet weight pressed against him, making him tingle and throb with such intensity as he'd never known before. He turned to face her, settling into her warmth with the determination to treat her as she deserved. The feel of Drizzt enfolding her in his arms gave Catti-Brie no little food for thought. The times Wulfgar and she had experimented had been short and tinged with impatience as he insisted they wait for their wedding to finish what they'd begun.
Those episodes had left both aching and unfulfilled, though technically neither remained virgin. Despite her initial joy at his return, his tormented soul had not allowed her to approach closer than an occasional touch of his face or hand before he retreated into the horror he'd lived through all those years. Until she had offered herself in the hopes of burying that very torment. Instead of helping, she knew it had pushed him further away.
They'd had made love, or at least had started to, and she'd believed that perhaps he might allow her back into his life. But as he neared completion, Wulfgar's memories had painted her face with something from the past and made him strike out. Before he'd gone this time he'd not said a word and she wasn't so certain she could ever take him back, not still tortured with memories of the Abyss and its minions. Truly, she had felt as though he'd wrenched her heart from her breast, though a part of her understood why he must seek his way alone.
Oddly enough, she had let him go without the thought of following him on his quest. The memories of her trek to the Underdark to stand beside her friend, her dearest Drizzt pushed into her mind and she could not deny that even then she held him close to her heart. Oh, it wasn't as if she didn't love Wulfgar, even Drizzt and her father cared for the barbarian. And if he'd stayed and tried to make a go of it, she'd have given it her all to make it work.
But he hadn't and a tiny part of her felt glad. Felt relieved that she wouldn't have to choose, wouldn't have to pretend only friendship with the person who had meant so much to her for so long. His warm breath puffed on her face as he remained silent. Was he waiting for her to make the first move? How silly, since she'd practically thrown herself at him.
She chanced a glance into his eyes and caught her breath at the fires in his lavender eyes. Any doubts as to his wanting her fled at the heat there. With her breasts pressed against his chest, her hips cradled in his, he could not claim she did not affect him. From those few times she and Wulfgar had lain close like this she recognized what she felt stirring against her.
A liquid heat pooled between her legs and instinct bade her move closer to what would relieve the ache. She opened them, drawing one over his thigh to put that needy part nearer him.
I won't be able to," he managed, his hips shifting against hers. Feels good Too many clothes," she managed, trying to wriggle out of her own, then turning to his. Her fingers fumbled with the belt and breeches he wore, trembling with nervousness and desire all rolled into one.Homeland - RA Salvatore - Dark Elf Trilogy book 1 - Audiobook (No ad breaks) Part 1
Gently, he laid his hands over hers to still them, then bracketed her face. He pushed the thin material from her shoulders, then gazed on her freed breasts before he put his mouth on the tender skin above her nipples. Catti-Brie moaned and thrashed about, wanting desperately to touch him in return. Her hand sought and found what she looked for. Beneath his open breeches, engorged, hot flesh met her fingers and jumped at her touch. She released him at once, fearing she had hurt him. I'm sorry," she began.
Let me touch ye. Let me do to ye what ye've done to meself. She turned away for a moment, finding a candle and flint to make enough light for her to see. At the flare of the flame, Drizzt made a pained sound and she glanced over her shoulder to see him with an arm flung across his eyes I'd been using my night vision," he explained as he squinted against the sudden light until he could adjust to it.
Just wantin' ta see all 'a ye. After all, ye have an advantage I don't lessen I'm wearin' me amulet," she told him before she turned back to face him completely. The sight before her nearly took her breath away. She'd seen him with his shirt off before and had admired the compact muscles of his torso, so different from Wulfgar's heavy ones. Now she allowed her eyes to drift down his abdomen to the open trousers. Ebony skin against ebony skin, his male member lay on the thick bush of white hair.
It throbbed with his heartbeat, a tiny drop of moisture glistening at its tip. She shook her head, beyond words and moved closer, dipping her head to press a kiss on the swollen head.
Somehow it reminded her of a mushroom with a thick stalk. Would it hurt as much as the first time? If she'd been thinking right she'd have asked Strumpet about it, but then again, the dwarven cleric might have required answers to some uncomfortable questions. At the touch of her lips on it, Drizzt stiffened but made no protest. Curious, Catti-Brie opened her mouth and took the head between her lips.
His hips moved, sliding it deeper then back out again. She ran her tongue around the place where the head and the shaft met and he rewarded her with a groan and clutched the bedsheets. His excitement built hers as well. Each sound of pleasure he made, each involuntary shudder and movement of his hips increased the wetness and ache between her own legs. She wanted him, wanted that part of Drizzt she labored over at the moment to fill her.
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With a final lick, she rose and moved between his legs to observe him and contemplate her next move. He looked as if he'd fought a hard battle.
A fine sheen of sweat beaded on his body, his eyes squeezed shut with a look of concentration she seen rarely, even when he'd fought, his breathing came labored as he strained toward her. She reached down to pull her gown over her head, tossing it into a corner, then went for his breeches, working them over his narrow hips. Once off, the trousers joined her nightgown and Catti-Brie decided she'd waited long enough for the feel of his flesh Beginning with his feet, she ran her hands over his legs, up his thighs, massaging and circling the sac and the shaft on her journey of exploration.
His skin twitched and contracted with the caress and his back arched as she slid up his body to lay atop him. That part of her that begged for fulfillment lay in direct contact with his swollen manhood, pressing against it until the sweet ache threatened to overwhelm her. Still, he allowed her to set the pace.
He opened his eyes, gazing at her with such passion she knew she had breached all his defenses. Are still certain this is what you want? Some deep instinct bade her sit back on him, feel the tip of him press against her most intimate part. And her flesh began to yield, little by little. As he moved against her, his flesh slid more deeply into her until he met resistance.
Immediately, he stopped and pulled her off of him. It's been months since I know enough that it shouldn't hurt. A sigh gusted from her. Maybe it's supposed ta be a bit uncomfortable after a long time and then go away after that.
I just wasn't expectin' the way ya feel inside me. Well, she wasn't about ready to let it end like this. She curled against him, pressing soft kisses against his neck and jaw while snuggling into his side, her leg thrown across his thighs.
The stretching sensation had gone with his withdrawal, but the ache had returned and she desperately wanted him to finish what he'd begun. Her persistence paid off. First, he turned his face to her, allowing her to kiss him and then he began returning it, his hands then seeking her waist, pulling her closer, rocking her body against his. His hips began to strain against hers until he pulled her under him and settled between her legs. He kissed her lips, her neck, her breasts, then moved down to her belly.
Chills and fire trailed wherever he went, his tongue working magic on its way. Then, he returned the favor she'd given him earlier, tasting her as if she were a feast. His mouth found the sensitive spot and gently suckled and tongued it until she nearly cried out, making little noises of need that seemed to drive him on. She moved her hips against the pressure of his mouth until that no longer sufficed.
I need ye and ye tease me unmerciful. Take me, now," she begged yet again, needing the feel of him inside her to finish this. His mane of white hair framed his intent face as he did as she asked, moving up over her body and sliding into place. The blunt head of his erection pressed against her opening, slipping in, meeting resistance for a moment, then pushing on past the last barrier. She held back her cry, biting her lip and waiting for the fullness to seem less.
When she stiffened involuntarily, he stopped, but she wouldn't allow him to withdraw again and held him close with her legs against his buttocks. Time seemed to stand still. Their breathing sounded harsh in the quiet. No discomfort, just a sense of welcome wholeness as if she had waited for this all her life. He pushed up onto his arms and studied her face. She gave him a slight smile, then rotated her hips again, increasing the pressure and friction. With that, he took her cue and began again to move rhythmically inside her.
The world narrowed for them both to these sensations. Pounding hearts, flesh sliding against flesh, flesh sliding in and out of flesh, enveloping and being enveloped, the call of need for sharing this, for mating, indeed, for being so close that the partners no longer cared where one started and the other ended. Catti-Brie felt the pleasurable sensations build in her belly and between her legs until she thought she might die. Somewhere in her subconscious she knew she made little cries, but it made no difference for soon the pleasure built to such a level her entire body arched, pressing against the instrument of her delight, clenching around it and beckoning her lover to join her.
Indeed, the sounds she made excited Drizzt, for he sensed her nearing fulfillment and none too soon. As her inner muscles tightened around him, he allowed his iron will to slip and the sensual haze to overwhelm him. Her cry of release drove him to frenzy and within moments he joined her, feeling unimaginable spasms pouring his seed into her. Exhausted, he hung on his forearms above her, trying not to smother her with his full weight.
She reached up to brush his hair behind his ears, lingering on the pointed tips, then moving to his mouth. One fingertip brushed his lips, then she pushed up to kiss him. With all me heart and soul. And if'n ye still must go, I'll understand. Just never doubt ye're the one I've always loved. After he came back, not only were his devils too much for the likes of me, he couldn't seem to understand I needed ta be free to make me own mistakes.
For though she might have denied it before, she could no longer. Even when she'd been ready to wed Wulfgar, she'd loved Drizzt as well.