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| ShadowHunter |
Posted - 24 Jul 2003 : 15:23:16
hello evrybody. this will be post #1 for me. i started writing this a couple days ago, and heres the first chapter. This is set in the game of Baldur's Gate II, as it has the same characters (npc's) and items. but it does not revolve around the Bhallspawn plot. ok, here it is....
Paladin: A Forgotten Realms/Baldur’s Gate FanFic
Part One: New Life, New Companions
I walked the streets of the Government District, just having run away from my past, rich life. I wore my plate mail armor and weapons with pride, hoping to attract an adventuring party so I could get far away. Adventuring was not for rich snobs like my mother and father- and I proudly differentiated myself from them. I almost, in my strutting and thinking, tripped over a little man selling things.
“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t see you- oh! That sounded very snobbish! I’m sorry, I meant-“
“I know what ya meant. And no harm to me! I’m fine, thank you. Now, would ya like ta take a look at some of me wears?” answered the gnome. I knew I needed nothing, but just to make up for my running into him, I took a look. He had many odd, crafty items, and he wore some too. I told him that I saw nothing of my interest. He turned, and started to walk away.
I stopped him. “Wait, gnome. Would you like to adventure with me?”
He turned and said, “You? You’re just a rich boy. Why do you want to go out on the road?”
Just then three men in red robes started to walk towards the gnome. He turned back to me and said, “Hide me boy! Quick!” I quickly grabbed the gnome, still feeling bad for my running into him and hoping that he would join me, and tossed him into a barrel, closing the lid. I leaned on the barrel top, and looked to the approaching men. They hadn’t see the gnome, thankfully, and came up to me.
“Have you seen a gnome by the name of Jan Jansen?” one asked.
“No, sorry. I wish I could help,” I replied coolly. They walked away without another word. I pulled Jan up out of the barrel a moment later, and dropped him on the ground.
“What do you say, Jan Jansen? Join me? Get away from these men? Maybe gain some gold to pay them back?”
He stared at me for a little bit, and then agreed. We walked together to the district exit across town, for the robed men had gone in the direction of the closer exit. We talked as we went, about our pasts, presents, and future. I told him about my rebelling against my parents and going into the Slums District, learning how to street fight and brawl. I then followed up my brief “training” and researched and read all the books on Paladin training I could find. And thus I trained myself to be a Paladin, and saw how horrible my parents were to less fortunate people, and hated them more and more. “And so, now that I am eighteen, I am out on my own.” I proudly concluded to the Jan.
He said nothing, just kept walking. I was hoping he would be surprised and praise me for my running away. But I got none of that out of this Gnome. I looked down to him, and noticed an oddly shaped contraption he was carrying. It looked quite different than anything I had seen. But my gaze was pulled off the thing when I heard shouts very closely in front of us.
A woman was tied to a pole, logs set around beneath her. There was a man shouting at a small crowd, with a torch in his hand. They were going to burn her! I ran ahead of Jan, and stepped in front of the woman.
“What crime has this woman committed?” I shouted at the crowd.
“She’s a drow!” they yelled back.
I hadn’t noticed that before, and I turned, and looked at the woman’s black skin. Although it was a very light shade of black, there was no doubt of her heritage. But that hardly changed my stance. I started to untie her, eager to start living like a paladin, and maybe gain another member to my party, when the man with the torch, and some other men, drew their swords.
“I can’t let ya take it. That’s my prey.”
He went to jab for me, but a crossbow bolt thudded into his knee and shattered that knee cap. He fell to the ground, wriggling in pain. I looked back to Jan, holding the contraption out in front of him and smiling. He winked at me. I pulled my medium shield from my back, and drew my Bastard Sword plus Three. It had been my grandfather’s, who had gone out adventuring once. He had been a paladin, too. I knew what I had to do.
A man in the back pulled out his crossbow, and two men rushed forward, short swords in hand. I parried one thrust, and blocked the other with my shield. Then I quickly disengaged my sword, and slashed down on the first swordsman’s hand. He yelped, and dropped his sword, taking off down the road. The second swordsman turned to look at his fleeing companion, and I shield-slammed him into a nearby wall, knocking him unconscious.
I turned to Jan, who had just put a nasty, but not deadly, scar up the crossbowman’s arm with a sword he had. The crossbowman had dropped his weapon and fled. Jan was looking at the drow, not moving to take her down, but not openly objecting to my actions. I sheathed my sword, slung my shield across my back, and walked over uniting the rest of the knots, getting her down. She winced when she was laid on the ground, and I saw the extent of her injuries. Bruises and minor scrapes covered her body, and a deep cut hung here and there. I knew I could do nothing, and felt I needed to do more. I grabbed a flask from my pack, and poured some ale into her mouth. She woke up from her slight daze with a start.
The drow pushed me away, and tried to sit up, but fell to the ground, too full of pain to get up. I leaned back over her, and said, “Are you alright?”
She looked at me and said, “Yes I’m fine. I suppose you are my rescuer? You’re just a boy.”
I held my chin up, slightly ashamed of my age, and said, “I’m a paladin. Not a boy. I’m eighteen, and a paladin.”
“Ok,” she replied with a smile, “You’re a man. And a paladin. Well met, paladin-man. My name is Viconia. And yours?”
“My name is Xoneron.”
“And a noble name that is, fitted for such a noble paladin. Wait quietly, Xoneron, while I heal myself.” She started to chant, and move her hands about her body, and the bruises and cuts started to heal. I had never seen a cleric in action, and I watched, mystified. I wanted to see everything out in the world, and I believed I was on the right track. I had already met a Gnome that invented many items, and a cleric drow.
She was done in minutes, and there was no indication of her beating besides the ragged, torn clothes that hung off her slender body and the dirt that also covered her. I knew we had to get out of the Government District, for I feared that the men we had fought would get more people to chase us down if we stayed. So we marched out into the winding roads that connected the districts, and headed for the Bridge District that we had to cross to reach the city gates.
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