Shadowcat Fivefinger Do'Rinn

Out of the Frying Pan,
Into Neverwinter

There was a furious battle between the elves and trolls for the Sweetwater region. The elves and their cats had only the slightest of advantages, but the tide was slowly turning. The trolls' morale was being bolstered by news of some kind of "secret weapon."
"Star, watch the twins." Shadowcat told her mate "I'm going to find out what these guys are up to."
"Just watch your back, Cat," Stargazer cautioned. "They're all over the place."
"You watch the twins, and I will watch my back," she replied. "I'm a thief's daughter, remember?"
With a last look at her mate, the young woman moved stealthily behind enemy lines in the hopes of finding what their enemy had up their slimy sleeves.
"Careful with that, you lummox!" One of them yelled. "We have to mix this stuff just right."
There was further grumbling as they poured more ingredients into a steaming cauldron.
"They'll never know what 'it 'em."
"That's what you think!" Shadowcat yelled as she dove into their midst, kicking over the boiling cauldron..
The lead troll was both enraged and scared out of his wits. "You got any idea what ya just did? We're all gonna die now!"
She was about to yell something in reply when her entire world exploded with the contents of the cauldron.
The next thing she new, she was lying in a pile of what looked for all the world like lingerie. Shaking her head and pointed ears clear of the frilly things, she noticed the disarray of battle going on around her. Looking around, she called to anyone who could hear her "Could someone please tell me where I am and what in Rillifane's name is going on around here?"

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