Preamble
This project was born as a result of a conversation between AC and myself as we discussed BG2 fan fiction. Nobody here who knows either of us will be surprised to learn that it took little time before we had decided to collaborate on some fan fiction of our own 
These initial offerings are the beginning of our endeavours. First though, some provisos are in order. As anyone who is familiar with fan fiction will know, much of this type of writing is based on interpretation and individual creativity. This means that while we will essentially follow the plot everyone knows and loves, we will be taking some significant deviations; some will be minor, others will be pronounced. In other words, you *have* been forewarned. Finally, we would like to keep this story thread free of spam or any distraction, so we request that you do not post in it. However, if anyone wishes to ask questions or make comments by all means you are free to create a thread intended for that purpose 
Indeed, we will personally unleash Gwally upon you, should you commit the crime of spam, and then, may the deities have mercy on your souls. 
With that out of the way, let the adventure begin!
"Ah, the child of Bhaal has awoken.... It is time for more...experiments." The voice, entirely devoid of emotion, penetrated into the haze of her mind. Kilyannamaia attempted to move, trying to block out the searing pain that traversed her body. It was not situated in a single place, rather, it accompanied every shift of muscle. Each breath came as a slender victory accompanied by blistering chill, a chill that extended ... grasped... into everything she was.
The precise and, by now, familiar sound of a key inserted into metal brought her further into awareness, away from the blurred oblivion that had become her sole respite. However, this time something was different; it pressed upon her, forcing a recollection from the night before. Within inescapable borders of memory the screams, terrified, yet somehow still defiant, were even closer... Imoen... Kilyannamaia jerked, ignoring the agony that moved with her. Before their captor reached her huddled form, a volley of sizzling missiles shot forth. The tall figure leapt back, he had not expected this. Instead of retaliating in kind, however, he smiled, a faint trace of satisfaction in otherwise empty eyes. "So... you
are worthy of your heritage Bhaalchild... I am pleased."
Kilyannamaia , now fully conscious, turned her gaze, preparing to launch a second spell. He raised an eyebrow, and then with a lazy movement of his hands muttered an incantation of his own. Magic missiles bounced harmlessly off of a transparent sphere. The small elf trapped inside screamed with a feral rage, "Imoen! What have you done to Imoen?"
"Imoen?" His voice took on a bored tone. "That pathetic girl is hardly worth the gifts that bear her name." His thoughts turned to the more recent
"experiment." He had hoped - no, not hoped - speculated as he would consider an esoteric scroll, that perhaps the girl's unwillingness might have elicited some small shred of what was no more. But, there had been nothing: the girl's desperate struggles had no more evoked sensation than her eventual forced submission.
These internal musings were suddenly interrupted by the sound of heavy, lumbering footsteps. Despite its massive size, the golem moved with surprising rapidity. "More intruders have entered the complex, master." The powerfully built mage started and glanced toward the direction his servant had indicated; a moment later, and he had vanished. Kilyannamaia wrestled with the fog that again threatened but, a great bellow, followed by a series of squeaks, roused the elf once more. As full awareness overcame Kilyannamaia she saw the door to her cage remained open. It was a slim chance, but one she had to take.
Though the pain was very nearly too much to bear, Kilyannamaia managed to stand up. Lurching in unsteady steps, she moved from the small prison cell... the only place she had known.. aside from that table... for .. she realized she did not know. Another roar pulled her into the direction of a voice that was dear; stumbling with every movement forward, the elf staggered toward a cage identical to her own.
Minsc 's rage at the bars containing him exploded, consuming him as he gazed at the shaking elf who now leaned against his cage. "Kilyanna! He has hurt you! Just like he hurt sweet Dynaheir! But...." And then he collapsed into heaving sobs." Though her ranger friend had left his sentence unfinished, Kilyannamaia knew with certainty that Minsc's witch had not survived. Yet, they did not have time to grieve just then, not while there was still a chance for the living.
"Minsc," she choked, "Imoen, do you know where she is? I think... I think... she is badly hurt..." This was the end for Minsc, exploding rage consumed him, and he lunged at the bars of his cage. They snapped like dry twigs in a storm of fury.
"Child! Quickly, we haven't much time!" Kilyannamaia managed to raise her head. Within the gloom she observed yet another cell, this one holding the woman who was as much mother as she was friend. Minsc lurched, still gripped by his berserker fury. A moment later, and Jaheira stepped through the new "doorway" of her cage. Her expression was one of grim urgency, "We must get Imoen, there is no time to lose." Motioning to Minsc, the druid commanded he pick up Kilyannamaia, who looked ready to collapse again.
Jaheira led the trio toward a final cage. Like the others, it was locked. The druid pulled at the bars in frustrated anger and looked hopefully at Minsc. But, the ranger's berserker state had passed as he ministered to the elf in his arms. "Boo says, Kilyanna needs rest and hot hamster cocoa." In different circumstances Jaheira might have smiled and suppressed a morbid curiosity as to the exact nature of "hot hamster cocoa."
The druid reached a decision; she had wanted to save her healing spells until she'd been able to examine Imoen, but one look at the quietly moaning figure inside the cage told her Imoen's wounds would never be healed by a few basic spells; hurt like this did not simply close over. Besides, Kilyannamaia needed healing just as badly. Shutting her eyes, Jaheira directed some necessary spells toward the elf still cradled in the giant ranger's arms.
Kilyannamaia slowly sat up and took in the sight of Imoen moaning upon the floor of her cage. "We have to get her out of there," she spoke in a whispered sob. Jaheira levelled her a hard stare, "Clear your head Kilyanna, of course we must get her out. Do you have a Knock spell memorized?" Jaheira fervently hoped that Kilyannamaia actually had several unlocking spells at the ready, the mage's casting could be so unpredictable at times. Kilyannamaia nodded and confirmed Jaheira's fear, "I have one." Despite their grim circumstances, she grinned slightly at Jaheira, "It's okay, this spell has never went wrong before." Jaheira rolled her eyes and turned to Minsc, "See if you can find a key somewhere, we may need it." Kilyannamaia sat still and concentrated, it was an easy spell, and the unexpected surges that sometimes accompanied her magic had never stopped her from opening a lock. But, it had never been so critical for her casting to work as she wanted it to. Her breathing finally steadied, the elf voiced something of a quiet prayer to whichever deities might be listening and began to recite the necessary words that, she hoped, would open the door to her sister. A few moments passed and they heard a click. Kilyannamaia exhaled the breath she had not realized she'd been holding.
Wasting no time, Jaheira pushed her companions aside and made her way to Imoen. Kneeling, and cradling the young woman's head in her arms, she passed her hands over the tangled pink locks, and then, with extreme gentleness, examined the girl as much as she was able. The examination confirmed what Jaheira had guessed, and she motioned to Kilyannamaia. Laying a hand upon the elf's arm she murmured in a low voice, "It is as we thought." Kilyannamaia's eyes flashed, rage glittering in slanted emerald pools, "He will pay...." Jaheira nodded, feeling cold anger of her own at this desecration, "Yes, but now Imoen needs our help, we will also require your healing powers." Kilyannamaia frowned, knowing the powers her half-elven friend was referring to, those that had been granted by her father. She tried to avoid using the special magic that had been increasing in power since being forced to leave Candlekeep so long ago... However, this was not the time to balk at her heritage, just then only Imoen mattered.