Yeah, I got harassed and camped a lot. I harassed and camped a lot. Everyone got harassed and camped a lot. So it was total smurf.
Here. This is oviously from some story dealing with Evot and Tenet from the 1990's. I'm not sure which one. It's probably from 'That Time at Khadan' and involves something at the start of the story taking place in the Sky Palace.
"Evot?" Tenet asked, looking across at him as the ring of silver-tipped spears closed down on her.
He decided something else was happening here, something he did not as yet fully understand. "Go Love!" He commanded.
She nodded and stepped back toward the corner of one of the balcony windows and with a backward sneer to the guards, jumped through it. With a crash of glass, she was thrown backwards to the throne room's floor. Of course, the glass' frame was of filigree silver.
Wend let go a chortling, snickering laugh which some of the other re-emboldened courtiers joined in on. Tenet brushed off the glass as she rose, and as the spears closely hemmed her in, she shot the laughing bravo who had earlier insulted her a deadly look, one Evot had seen her use before to mark a meal.
She clapped her hands as Ember had instructed her- to mask he natural powers as the effects of a spell- and dissolved into a dark, shadowy cloud which funneled out through on shattered, unpaned hole in the window, and out over the wall. The guards rushed forward at her dissapating darkness, and only ended up bumping into each other and getting their spears jammed into the window frame.
"That was extremely unwise." Tunnuk counseled to everyone, and to no one in particular.
"We are not some sort of jester troupe come here to play for your leisure!" Evot snarled. "A simple truth saying from your wizard would have revieled her innocence in the matter, if he can indeed perform such a trifle!"
The wizard in burnt orange robes snarled back. "That is not my concern!" He snapped, then pointed toward the window. "That monster has run from Duke Wend's justice, a crime in of itself!"
"Such as it is." Evot replied, "But mind you who you design a 'monster,' lest the shadows in the corner of your bedroom grow teeth one night. It was unwise to place her at odds. I will console her and await a maigical divination, but she will not sit a gaol. She is a lady of the Empire's Court, and I take the privledge of noble bond to be free until charges are proven in fact against her. Was anyone killed in the attack?"
Wend moved around nervously in his seat as Evot spoke, almost jumping out of it as Evot mentioned the shadows growing teeth. He quickly sat back down and stammered out, "I am only aware of the attack, not the details."
"There. Then perhaps it is a matter of damages only." Evot held back up the bands, as the guardsmen milled about, his sudden movement causing a few of them to redirect their spears toward him.
"I have a letter of credit here that will pay for the damages." He said, and pinched to the side a silver-dipped blade of one of the too-near spear points.
"In addition I require the services of a number of Khadan's premier weavers, to create a great banner on which I will inscribe a dire amount of deadly runes as dictated by the Sorceress Ember. I will transport this spell-sail down into Dakor, and following...
That's the page. The Fritz Leiber tone really comes out of it when I read it now.