"Homeland"

Story by
R.A. Salvatore

Screenplay by
Jack Adkins

First Draft
April 26th, 2000

FADE IN:
EXT. CALIMPORT - DAY (1363)
A large, burly human steps out of the Tavern Sabban and onto the dry streets of the Markhib section of Calimport's infamous Dock Ward. He squints to guard his eyes from the dust of the street and the might of Fearun's powerful noon sun. He is BRAN SKORLSUN (63). Hard lines etch his leathery face as he stands scanning the busy streets.
He stands pondering his course and catches the eye on a half-elven boy staring as his round purse. BRAN pulls aside the heavy cloak drawn about his shoulders to reveal a gleaming suit of chainmail with the crest of the Harpers emblazed on his chest. BRAN smiles slyly as the colors drains from the thiefs face and he darts down an alley.
CREDITS BEGIN:
Various images fade in and out of BRAN talking to, and sometimes interrogating, various merchants and innkeeps.
Finally, as the credit end, BRAN stops at the end of a long pier and stares as a delapated shanty. A small pipe exits the roof billowing colored smoke. BRAN stares sternly at the structure before he marches to the door.
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INT. SHANTY OF DARLAN THE RED
BRAN parts the curtain leading into the doorway and pauses to notice a engraved symbol a wooden support of the old house.
BRAN
Red Wizard, indeed!
BRAN quickly produces a dagger and scratches through the mark before passing on into the shack.
DARLAN (O.S.)
It was only a ward to scare thieves, my old friend. No harm done.
BRAN is visibly startled, then quickly agitated. DARLAN is a handsome human who appears to be in his 30's, though his voice is gruff and old.
DARLAN (CONT'D)
I have not been a member of the Red Wizards of Thay for a decade and a half.
BRAN
I always heard that a man could not leave the order. Living at least.
Darlan simply shrugs.
BRAN (CONT'D)
You have aged, well. You are close to my age, are you not?
DARLAN
At least. My magic sustains me. Please sit.
BRAN cautiously sits indian style on the wooden floor. The small room is much larger, impossibly larger, than it's outside appearance reveals. Shelves filled with old leather-bound books line every wall. A small laboratory filled with all types of vials and flasks is snuggled into one corner. A roaring fireplace, with a large yeti rug in front of it, catie-corners another corner of the vast room.
DARLAN (CONT'D)
What bring Bran Sholksun, the legendary Harper, the Defender of the Moonsheas, the tracker of assassins . . .
DARLAN eyes BRAN cautiously.
DARLAN (CONT'D)
And the hunter of Red Wizards to my door step today?
BRAN
You knew I was coming. You left me a long trail to follow.
Darlan shrugs.
DARLAN
I heard that you were here in Calimport seeking me, and I may have left you some clues. But surley you could have found me yourself.
BRAN
Perhaps. Rest easy Darlan the Red . . .
DARLAN holds up a hand to stop BRAN.
DARLAN
No, please. Simply Darlan. Darlan the Red died years ago.
BRAN
Alright. Rest easy Darlan. The score between you and the Harpers settled. I have come to ask for your help. I need your magic.
Darlan raises an eyebrow curiously and produces a pipe from under his robe.
DARLAN
Go on.
BRAN
The Harpers are carefully considering a unusual candidate. A candidate that could redefine the nature of the Harpers. A drow elf. A ranger named . . .
DARLAN
Drizt Do'Urden.
BRAN
Yes, you've know of him then.
DARLAN
Few in this part of Calimport do not know of him. His exploits aboard the Sea Sprite are legendary.
DARLAN lights his pipe by wiping an index finger over the rim. He takes a deep drag, exhales, and continues.
DARLAN (CONT'D)
Who sponsors this dark elf?
BRAN
Lady Silvermoon.
DARLAN
Indeed, an honorable request, not to be ignored. What do you wish me to do, Bran? Why do you seek me?
BRAN
Your powers of Divination are legendary. That is why I chased you out of Thay. The Red Wizards always knew what the Harpers were planning, because you told them. I want an insight. A look into this drow. I want to know of his past. Not legends told to children in there beds, but the truth, seen with my own eyes.
DARLAN
You wish to see into the past of this dark elf?
BRAN
Yes. And do not think I came unprepared to pay.
BRAN digs into the hefty pouch at this side and pulls out a huge (20 carat) diamond, clear as a bell and perfectly cut.
DARLAN eyes the gem and licks his suddenly dry lips. His eyes shine and cascading light passing through the gem sparkles throughout the room.
BRAN closes his fist around the rock.
BRAN (CONT'D)
Do we have a bargain, wizard?
DARLAN smiles.
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INT. SHANTY OF DARLAN THE RED, LABORATORY
DARLAN
My powers are not without limit. While I can show many years, the life of a drow is great. You must choose the period of his life that you wish to see, and I will show it to you.
BRAN
Then I wish to see him in his homeland. I wish to see how an elf can escape evil Menzoberranzan with a moral character intact.
DARLAN fishes a tiny, square mirror from his robes. DARLAN chants softly as BRAN watches cautiously. DARLAN stops suddenly and looks, wide-eyed at BRAN. Suddenly DARLAN pulls the corners of the tiny mirrors, stretching it. He continues to tug and pull at the mirror until it is about three feet by three feet.
BRAN looks into the shiny, jet black surface of the magical mirror.
DARLAN
This, my friend, will show all that you wish to see.
BRAN
I can not see anything.
DARLAN looks into the mirror closely. He smiles and laughs to himself.
DARLAN
Of course. This is Menzoberranzan, a mass of caverns five miles beneath the surface of Fearun. No light finds this place, thus you will not be able to see. Without a bit more magic. The eyes of the drow are keen. They see not only as we do, in light, but they can also see patterns of heat. Heat such as given off by living creatures. Their heat vision is much more keen than the heat vision of even the surface elves. A dark elf can see as well, or better, in the darkest of dark than we can under the brightest sun. I will cast one more spell, Bran, to allow us to see the Drow world as if it were basked in the light of the sun.
DARLAN chants another spells and BRAN leans over and peers into the mirror, which begins to swirl.
ZOOM in on the mirror as the swirling continues.
FADE IN:
EXT. CAVERN OUTSIDE THE CITY
The figure of DININ Do'Urden comes into view, sitting astride a huge subterranian lizard. His skin, like all drow elves, is as black as night. His thick mane of hair is stark white. His clothing and fine equipment mark him as a noble. Beautiful weapons rest on his hips.
He digs his heels into the side of the beast to spur it down the corridor.
Abruptly DININ and the lizard turn and walk up the side of the cavern wall to the cavern ceiling without missing a stride.
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DININ and the lizard moving easily along the ceiling. The two pass through a corridor line with a pale blue light, signifying that they draw near to the city. DININ slows the lizard and walks it down the wall to travel on the cavern floor again. He pauses as he approaches Tier Breche.
Two gigantic statues of Emerald Spiders loom above as gargoyles. DININ swallows hard and kicks the lizard back into motion, passing between the statues uneventfully.
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The camera pans out to include the Tier Breche, the area of the city set aside for the drow schools of instruction, and the lizriding DININ entering through a back cave entrance.
DININ steers his mount down the side of the Tier Breche and into a small alcove where the beast is out of site. He glances around nervously and dismounts. DININ walks to stand in front of the beast. He draws from the folds of his cloak a pouch on a string that contains his magical House Insignia. The letters DN mark the middle of the symbol. He holds the insignia in front the beast and says.
DININ
You will await my return.
DININ replaces the symbol into his pouch and sprints away.
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EXT. TIER BRECHE
Three buildings reside on the Tier Breche. DININ swiftly makes his way toward Sorcere, the tower of wizardry.
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EXT. SORCERE
DININ stands outside the massive tower, glancing around nervously once again. A voice startles him though he does not let it show.
THE FACELESS ONE (HIDDEN)
Student or Master?
DININ
Only a master may walk out-of-house in the Tier Breche in the black death of Narbondel.
A heavily robed figure steps from the shadows. It is the academy master know as the Faceless One. He stands with his arms bent at the elbow and his hands in front of him, one on top of the other, the common posture of a master of the academy.
DININ*(SIGNALING IN SILENT HAND CODE)
(Subtitled)Greetings Faceless One.
THE FACELESS ONE*
Secondboy Do'Urden, have you
my payment?
DININ*
You will be compensated. Do you dare doubt the promise of MALICE Do'Urden, Matron Mother of Daermon N'a'shezbaernon, Tenth House of Menzoberranzan?
The Faceless One slumps back against the stone wall then drops to one knee.
THE FACELESS ONE*
My apologies Secondboy of House
Do'Urden.
DININ snarls at the prostrated master.
DININ*
You will get your salve, when ALTON DeVir is dead.
THE FACELESS ONE*
Of course. This night?
DININ puts a finger to his lips to ponder.
DININ*
Wait for Narbondel's light to approach it's zenith.
THE FACELESS ONE*(STANDING)
Should the doomed boy know of his houses fate?
DININ*
As the killing blow falls, let ALTON DeVir die without hope.
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EXT. TIER BRECHE ALCOVE
DININ Do'Urden collecting his mount and speeding back the way he came.
FADE IN:
EXT. CITY ENTRANCE
DININ enters the city in the agricultural section of the city and rides along the edge of the Dontigarden, a small pond used by the city's farmers. Slaves, goblins, humans and bugbears, work as DININ passes by, though few take note. They know better.
DININ and his lizard sprint around a blind corner and nearly run over a group of bugbears. They notice DININ and slowly get out of his way. He becomes angered and lines each one in faerie fire. The stupid beasts think themselves to be on fire and run wild through the streets. DININ chases after them calling. . .
DININ
You will learn respect of House Do'Urden soon enough!
DININ grins evily as the creatures flee for their lives.
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EXT. Southern end of mushroom grove, near DeVir Compound
DININ smiles wide as the DeVir compound comes into sight. We can see DeVir soldiers moving nervously around the compound.
DININ (CONT'D)
Daermon N'a'shezbaernon, Ninth House of Menzoberranzan. I like the sound of that.
DININ quickly turned his beast around and sped away.
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INT. ANTEROOM OF HOUSE DO'URDEN CHAPEL
BRIZA Do'Urden paces about as the Do'Urden nobles are gathered to finalize the nights battle plans.
RIZZEN
DININ should return soon to let us know if the time is right for the assault.
BRIZA
We go Narbondel finds it morning glow!
BRIZA looks to her very pregnant mother for approval.
MALICE
The child comes this night. We go no matter what news DININ bears.
BRIZA(DISGUSTED)
It will be a boy child. The third living son of House Do'Urden.
ZAKNAFIEN
To be sacrificed to Lloth.
BRIZA
In accord with custom. To aid our victory!
RIZZEN
Matron MALICE, you know well the difficulties of birthing, might the pain distract you-
BRIZA
You dare question the Matron Mother!
BRIZA reaches for her six head snake whip that writhes at her side.
MATRON MALICE
Attend to the fighting, let the females of the house attend to the important matters of this battle.
DININ pauses outside the magnificant gates of House Do'Urden. The gates open and anxious soldiers are waiting inside the compound. DININ rides his mount into the compound and near the chapel. He dismounts and levitates to the balcony. He rushes through the double doors of the houses chapel, pausing to allow his eyes to shift from the infared spectrum to the normal spectrum of light, as soft lights adorn the walls.
DININ arrogantly pushes through the double doors leading to the chapel's anteroom past two surprised female guards. His three sisters give him evil looks as he is not supposed to enter this unholy room without permission.
DININ
All is ready. House DeVir huddles within it's fence-except for ALTON of course, foolishly attending his studies in Sorcere.
MATRON MALICE
You have met with The Faceless One?
DININ
The academy was quite the night, the meeting went off perfectly.
MATRON MALICE
He has agreed to our contract?
DININ
ALTON DeVir will be dealt with accordingly. ALTON will die this night.
BRIZA
Excellent.
MATRON MALICE
To the meld.
The four males nobles of the house (ZAKNAFEIN, RIZZEN, NALFEIN, and DININ) kneeled before the four priestesses. (ZAKNAFEIN to BRIZA, RIZZEN to MALICE, NALFEIN to MAYA and Dini To VIERNA). The priestesses place a hand on the male in front of them and begin a dark chant.
MALICE
You know your places. Let our work begin.
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EXT. DO'URDEN HOUSE BALCONY
ZAKNAFEIN and BRIZA stand on the balcon as NALFEIN and RIZZEN's section of the Do'Urden army file out of the compound.
BRIZA
We will be know after this night. None would have susptected that a tenth house would dare to move against one as powerful as DeVir. When the whispers ripple our after this night's bloody work, even Baenre will take note of Daermon N'a'shezbaernon!
ZAKNAFEIN eyes BRIZA's exposed back and considers placing a dagger there.
BRIZA (CONT'D)
Have you the articles. ZAKNAFEIN holds up a small pouch.
BRIZA (CONT'D)
Matron Ginafae will not be pleased.
Zak replaces the pouch and exchanges smiles with BRIZA.
BRIZA (CONT'D)
Prepare yourself.
Zak readies himself and BRIZA taps each shoulder with a magical wand. Shimmering speckles fall from the wand and cover Zak, leaving him invisible.
BRIZA (CONT'D)
It is done.
A current of air, warmer than the rest of the air in the cavern thus visible, moves towards BRIZA. It drops slightly and we know that Zak has leapt upon it.
BRIZA (CONT'D)
Good fighting. (as current moves away)
ZAKNAFEIN (INVISIBLE)
Good fighting indeed.
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DININ and his army travel through the city. DININ notes with pleasure as bugbears and other wandering slave creatures scurry out of the way of the force. House Do'Urden's slave force (goblins and bugbears) lead the force.
After the group winds down several of Menzoberranzan's streets they stop and DININ gets his heated shield from a protective pack and displays it over his head, signaling instruction to the other soldiers. He deftly spins the item and catches it, replacing it in it's pack.
Drow soldiers begin to ready tiny miniture crossbow's. DININ Raises three fingers in the air and counts down. Three. . . two . . . one . . Dozens of little crossbow's fire into the low cavern ceiling. Dozens of stalactite shaped creatures fall to the cavern floor. DININ smiles.
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INT. ANTEROOM HOUSE DO'URDEN CHAPEL
MALICE, her daughters and three common house clerics gather in an unholy circle. MALICE is reclined in a chair positioned for birthing.
The wicked clerics are deep in an evil chant to Lloth. VIERNA, mentally linked to DININ, opens her eyes.
VIERNA
DININ is in place.
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INT. ANTEROOM HOUSE DEVIR CHAPEL
Matron Ginafae, her two daughters and five common house clerics gather in an unholy circle of their own, praying to Lloth for forgiveness.
Ginafae stumbles over her prayers of forgiveness and opens her eyes wide with terror.
MATRON GINAFAE
We are under attack.
DININ gives a second signal to his troops and they all enter the mushroom gate of house DeVir, slicing the mushrooms down with big swords.
DININ
Not such a prepared guard.
As the troop move forward the front rows of slaves set off various traps (graphic deaths).
Once inside the compound three dozen soldiers pause and cast globe of darkness in the air above the compound. The camera cuts to an above shot of this and in a few seconds the compound almost completely blacks out, invisible.
We can hear the rage of Do'Urden soldiers as the battle begins.
RIZZEN walks in behind DININ, his youngest son.
RIZZEN (SILENT CODE)
Well done. NALFEIN is in through the back.
DININ (S.C.)
An easy victory. If Matron Ginafae and her clerics are held at bay.
RIZZEN (S.C.)
Trust in MALICE.
RIZZEN clasps DININ's soldier and they march into the compound, behind the soldiers.
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EXT. THE AIR ABOVE THE DEVIR COMPOUND
ZAKNAFEIN, his outline only is visible, rides the current of air into the compound. We see Do'Urden soldiers driving the DeVir forward into their compound. Balls of fire and bolts of lightning rip into the masses destroying Do'Urden slaves and DeVir soldiers.
ZAKNAFEIN notes two soldiers, one male and one female, guarding an entrance to the DeVir chapel just off of a balcony. Zak commands the current of air into that direction and leaps from it, levitating down to the balcony. The soldiers rush our to attack him but are confused when they can't determine what he is. Too late. Zak snaps his whip and wraps it around the throat of the female soldier. With his other hand he works the male soldier through several blurring sword routines. Then Zak flips the female off of the balcony and likewise kicks the male fighter onto the cavern floor.
Another combatant is quickly met and quickly dispatched. Below the balcony, inside the structure, DeVir soldiers are placing defenses against the Do'Urden soldiers that are entering. Zak ignores them.
We hear a dull chant, a very low underlying sound. Zak follows the sound to an isolated set of double doors at the end of a corridor. The doors are covered with runes and symbols of Lloth. Zak puts his ear to the door and hears the chanting clearly.
ZAKNAFEIN
This must be the place.
A giant spider drops from the ceiling and moves to attack ZAKNAFEIN. Zak dives to his belly to avoid an attack and slides under the thing, sliding his swords into it's torso. Icky fluids pour over Zak as the monster dies.
ZAKNAFEIN (CONT'D)
Yes! This must be the place.
Zak leans back against the wall and waits.
ZAKNAFEIN (CONT'D)
Now MALICE. Let us not be late!
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INT. HOUSE DO'URDEN CHAPEL PROPER
The clerics of house Do'Urden continued their chant. MALICE glowed hot under the strains of ensuing childbirth. She is covered in sweat. As she squeezes the hands of her daughters (BRIZA and VIERNA) she leaves their hands cool from a lack of blood.
MAYA now assisted another cleric in the birthing process (we see them correctly positioned to receive the child, nothing more) as BRIZA coaxes her mother by whispering the evil encantations into her mother's ear.
BRIZA
Dinnen douward ma brechen tol.
MATRON MALICE
Dinnen douward . . . maaaa . . . brechen . . . tol!
MALICE issues a vile growl and winces slightly from the pain.
MATRON MALICE (CONT'D)
ABEC . . . ABEC . . . ABEC d'I'n'a'BERG!
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INT. HOUSE DEVIR CHAPEL, OUTSIDE OF ANTEROOM
ZAKNAFEIN leans up against the wall outside the unholy roome of the DeVir cleric. The power of MALICE's spell splinters the doors of the chapel and shakes the building. Zak winces and chuckles to himself.
ZAKNAFEIN
Quite a kick MALICE.
He quickly produces a curious ceramic globe from the pouch he had shown to BRIZA earlier and steps into the corridor where the doors had once stood. Whip in hand, he quickly surveys the room for the position of survivors. He then pulls his hood over his eyes and smashes the globe on the ground in front of him. An incredibly bright magical light fills the room, blinding the clerics. Screams are issued.
ZAKNAFEIN begins stalking around the room, lashing out each time he hears a sound driving his sword into the heart of the nearest cleric. From across the room Matron Ginafae has recovered enough to begin to cast a spell. Without even looking, Zak snaps his whip and rips her tongue right out of her mouth.
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INT. HOUSE DO'URDEN CHAPEL
BRIZA takes the newborn boy and places him on the sacrifical altar. She draws forth the sacrifical, spider shaped, dagger and pauses a moment to consider it's beauty. Then she holds it above her head and says.
BRIZA
Name the child. The Spider Queen will not accept the sacrifice until the child is named.
Matron MALICE lazily, clearly exausted from the battle and giving birth.
BRIZA (CONT'D)
Name the child!
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EXT. HOUSE DEVIR COMPOUND, BETWEEN TWO LESSER PILLARS
DININ moves to stand beside his brother NALFEIN.
DININ
It is near it's end. RIZZEN is winning through the top, and it is believed that ZAKNAFEIN's dark work has been completed.
NALFEIN
Two score of House DeVir's soldiers have already turned their allegiance to us.
DININ
They see the end. One house serves them as well as another, and in the eyes of commoners no house is worth dying for. Our task will be finished soon.
NALFEIN
Too quickly for anyone to take note, now Do'Urden Daermon N'a'shezbaernon, is the Ninth House of Menzoberranzan, and DeVir be damned!
DININ
Alert!
DININ pretends to be alarmed by some unseen danger at NALFEIN's back. As the wizard turns to see the danger, dagger in hand, DININ slips his sword into his brother's spine. DININ presses his cheek to NALFEIN's as the wizard dies.
DININ (CONT'D)
Too quickly for anyone to take note.
DININ drops NALFEIN's lifeless body to the ground.
DININ (CONT'D)
Now DININ is elderboy of house Do'Urden, and NALFEIN be damned!
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INT. HOUSE DO'URDEN CHAPEL
MALICE struggles to utter a name for her newborn son.
MATRON MALICE
Drizzt. The child's name is Drizzt.
BRIZA grins evily and tightens her grip on the ceremonial dagger.
BRIZA
Queen of Spiders, take this babe, Drizzt Do'Urden we give to you in payment for our glorious vic-
BRIZA's offering is cut short by MAYA, who interrupts.
MAYA
Wait! NALFEIN is dead. The baby is no longer the third living son.
VIERNA looks curiously to MAYA, pondering her proclimation. She puts a finger up to her thin lips and ponders the emotional surge that she had felt from DININ in the same instant of MAYA's revelation.
BRIZA pauses, still wanting to sacrifice the child.
MAYA (CONT'D)
We promised the Spider Queen the third living son, and that has been given.
BRIZA
But not in sacrifice. VIERNA shrugs
VIERNA
If Lloth accepted NALFEIN, then he has been given. To give another might evoke the Spider Queen's anger.
BRIZA
But to not give what we have promised would be worse still!
MAYA
Then finish the deed.
BRIZA grins again and raises the dagger for the kill.
MATRON MALICE
Stay your hand, Lloth is content; our victor is won. Welcome, then, your brother the newest member of House Do'Urden.
BRIZA
Just a male.
MATRON MALICE
Next time we shall do better. Enough of such comtemplations, There will be ample time . . . MALICE passes into sleep.
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INT. CENTRAL PILLAR OF HOUSE DEVIR
Zak marches through the central pillar with his hood in his hand. Do'Urden cleric tend to wounded soldiers and raise the corpses of those that have fallen. Zak shudders at the sight of the animated corpses and quickens his pace. Shortly, a group of clerics lead a small band of Do'Urden soldiers through the compound in search of remaining nobles. One of the clerics stops suddenly, pointing to a hidden door.
DO'URDEN CLERIC
In there!
Inside the door we (Zak and audience) see several DeVir children huddled in fear. The Do'Urden soldiers are on them like mad dogs. Zak quickens his pace to a run to escape the carnage, but we still hear (and only hear) the children's cries as they are slaughtered.
Zak is running and nearly bowls over RIZZEN and DININ.
RIZZEN
NALFEIN is dead.

ZAKNAFEIN looks suspiciously at DININ.
DININ
I killed the DeVir soldier who committed the deed.
DININ's wicked smiles tells a different story.
RIZZEN
The description of the carnage in the prayer room has been spread throughout the ranks, you performed with your usual excellence-as we have come to expect.
Zak shoots RIZZEN a cold look of contempt and begins again on his way out of the DeVir compound.
ZAKNAFEIN makes his way to the highest vantage point outside the DeVir compound that he could find and watches the procession of Drow soldiers, clerics and wizards march through the streets of Menzoberranzan back to the Do'Urden compound. Zak took a round about route home, stopping in a mossy bed near the mushroom grove. He lays down in the grassy area. As ZAKNAFEIN lies on the moss he is in deep contemplation.
ZAKNAFEIN
What place is this my world; what dark coil has my spirit embodied? In light, I see my skin as black; in darkness, it glows white in the heat of this rage I cannot dismiss. Would that I had the courage to depart, this place or this life, or to stand openly against the wrongness that is the world of these, my kin. To seek an existance that does not run afoul to that which I believe, and to that which I hold dear faith is truth. ZAKNAFEIN Do'Urden, I am called, yet a drow I am not, by choice or by deed. Let them discover this being that I am, then. Let them rain their wrath on these old shoulders already burdened by the hopelessnes of Menzoberranzan.
ZAKNAFEIN stands from the mossy carpet and yells. . .
ZAKNAFEIN (CONT'D)
Menzoberranzan, what the hell are you?
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INT: SORCERE, CHAMBERS OF MASTER FACELESS ONE
A disgusted MASOJ HUNETT leans on a broom and watches ALTON DEVIR enters solomenly and moves towards THE FACELESS ONE'S chamber. MASOJ smiles knowingly as ALTON enters the Master's private study.
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INT: THE FACELESS ONE'S PRIVATE STUDY
A dull candle glow illuminates the room. Thousands of ancient tomes written in every tongue imaginable line the shelved walls. THE FACELESS ONE sits hunched over his desk, with his back to the door.
ALTON nervously searches for words.
ALTON DEVIR
You requested my presence, Master Faceless One?
THE FACELESS ONE slowly gropes for something on his desk, as ALTON awaits a reply.
ALTON DEVIR (CONT'D)
You . . .
ALTON stops frustrated, trying to reason what he could have done wrong. Suddenly ALTON pauses, and listens. He hears a soft muttering as THE FACELESS ONE is in the midst of casting a spell. ALTON's eye go wide as . . .
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INT. SORCERE, THE FACELESS ONE'S CHAMBER
. . . the door the THE FACELESS ONE's private study explodes, blasting and eavesdropping MASOJ HUNETT to the floor and covering splintered wood and stone.
MASOJ struggles to his feet and begins to clear his head when ALTON DEVIR bowls him over. ALTON is fighting to remove his flaming cloak and hobbling away from his attacking master. ALTON flees to another room of the chamber as THE FACELESS ONE steps out of his chambers spitting curses.
FACELESS ONE
Clean it up!
MASOJ hears the order but doesn't comply. Instead he pursues the battling drow wizards.