Neverwinter Nights fanfiction- Prologue
Disclaimer: Not that there much point writing anything after disclaimer but I don't own Neverwinter nights or any of its characters. All credit goes to Bioware.
(Authors note: This is my first fan fiction so I'm just going to try and make a novel of Neverwinter nights. Still I'll try to make it interesting (probably fail miserably), and change the story bit… and yes my humor is most probably corny and bad but sighs such is life. Oh and there might be violence, language etc.)
Leonal Bendt
I request your assistance in a matter of great urgency. As you may have heard the fair city of Neverwinter is being ravaged by a plague, incurable by our clerics and priests. I come to you with a plea that you will journey to Neverwinter, and train at the academy of Neverwinter in order to help save my city. I await you in hope.
Lady Aribeth de Tylmarande
I re-read the note as I approached the gate of the quarantined city, to check that I did indeed get that note and not just randomly imagined it. Yes I'm a very random person. But then again who wouldn't be in disbelief. So the famous Elvin paladin of Tyr famed throughtout faerun has personally sent me an invitation to this legendary academy of Neverwinter. Yeah that was hard enough to believe. But what exactly did she expect me and the rest of the other "adventurers" to do about a plague that can't be cured? Systematize funerals? I suppose it was this curiosity that drove me here. That and having most of my friends living in Neverwinter who are probably being slaughtered by the plague or are already dead, but that's incidental and getting off the point. Neverwinters grand walls now towered over me as I approached along with what I did not yet know would be an adventure to change my whole life.
Still this is a thought I made sure to keep to myself (for now) as I approached the guard at the gate who peered at me with a blatant look at disapproval. As sarcastic and hard to get a long with as I like to be I decided that questioning the motives of Neverwinters second in command was in all probability a bad idea. The guard looked me up and down first surveying my jet black hair, quite long, and wet that was strewn across the my dark, weathered, face and gave me a look that was almost demonic. His eyes then wandered over my face, along my scar that etched deep into my skin across my eye. But his gaze lingered longest when he looked up at my eyes. My eyes are really strange; so pale that they could be classed as white if you could not distinguish it ever so slightly from the rest of my eye. But enough about my damn eyes.
I coughed impatiently. "Are you going to stand in my way all day or are you going to stop trying to decide if I'm an evil minion of darkness from my face, and let me through?" I was weary from the vicious storm I had just journeyed through to get here, and was in no mood to be surveyed at by some moron as though he'd just scraped me off the bottom of his shoe. He looked confused for a moment and then spoke "Oh of course my lord. Your wish is my command. No I cannot let you in you blithering idiot. This city is under quarantine by order of Lord Nasher Alagondor. But I pray you tell me. What business have you here? Usually I have to stop people stampeding out and yet here you stand trying to enter a city stricken by the wailing death. Are you bloody mad?"
"Quite possibly" I replied dryly "But Lady Aribeth has requested my presence here whether you think I'm mad or not, so I am going to enter that city. Now! So get the hell out of my way before I slit your throat" - (part of me hoped he wouldn't move, but that would not be the best start in a new city, even if he was a stupid bastard). Quickly he scanned the note that I had thrust upon him only moment before, and gestured the other guard to open the gate. "You'd do well stranger" The guard said stopping me with his hand for a moment before I entered, and emphasizing the syllables in stranger "to keep a civil tongue here, and that temper of yours under control lest you get bitte…" But he never got the chance to finish for at that moment I reached up grabbed his hand and twisted it behind his back, and watched as he fell to his knees in pain at the distinct and crisp snap in his arm. Ah I love the sounds of bones breaking in the early hours of the morning. "I'll bear that in mind" I spat at him before gingerly stepping over his cowering body. It's true that I have a fierce temper, which I suppose is one of the reasons I was exiled from my village. Well not exactly exiled but sent away until I could prove my selves to the ever so "wise" and "enlightened" ones. The people cast me out because my people are supposed to stay clear and level headed, focused on "the mission". I was never any good at this as you may have already guessed.
So here I am. Great! That's how I start life in this new city. I really do need to keep my temper under the control, but my temperament is genetic- one of my ancestors was a demon, and I inherited his vicious side, and then I'm sort of Sadistic, which is even more disturbing because it's not inherited. What's more is demons do not liked to be mocked, taunted, summoned, commanded or generally conversed with at all- and so it can be overlooked. Not that I didn't like to talk, I mean I'm not actually a demon myself but I won't stand for insults from people. I never become attached to a place, as people who are exiled must "prove there worth again" to become re-accepted, and as a result I was constantly on the move, so usually I wasn't too concerned about what kind of impression I made but with this quarantine I could be here for a while by the looks of it. And the looks of it are grim. We are definitely not here to bury the dead- namely because the dead aren't being buried. I watch as the pile of decaying bodies', with faces once so full of joyful, exuberant life (the thoughts sickening isn't it) burn into ash. I shouldn't have let that guard get me riled. Then again perhaps I shouldn't have come here in the first place. Still what's done is done (yes I know I'm stating the obvious) and I can't be bothered worrying about it. That would take way too much effort. Slowly I make my way to this academy and my new life of goodness and virtue. Why am I not optimistic this is going to work out?
(Authors comment: okay this isn't getting to the point very fast and if you managed to read my bad writing right to the end that you deserve a medal. I won't even mention my bad jokes sighs. I promise it'll get more interesting, and to the point I just wanted to introduce the character. Oh and sorry if it's confusing about this mission and stuff, but I will clear it up in later chapters.Anyway please read and reveiw to let me know what you think so that ican write better stuff. It does get better after this chapter so please read on and give it a chance)