Here's a continuation of my story about Emma falling down the rabbit hole…
I didn't invent or help invent any of the Forgotten Realms or Baldur's Gate II and its characters (mind you, I really wish I had thought of it first!!!) It contains a lot of spoilers too!
The figure approached me menacingly with a strangely emotionless face and an extremely bizarre appearance.
"Oh, no," I clenched my fists, " I know what happens at this part…"
Irenicus began to shape magical energy in the air with as much ease as if he was pulling tufts of cotton candy from a machine.
I sat down and curled up into as minute a ball as I could manage.
The mage showed little concern.
I closed my eyes.
SHOOMPH! He punched the magical energy through the air towards me.
The darkness began to recede again as my hazy vision refocused, but that pain! It was like my head was in a vice but upside down and inside out at the same time! I tried to remember events, no, still nothing… nothing… nothing. The darkness began to come back again.
"Am I awake?" I whispered to myself, "Yes, and now I'm also crazy. I'm talking to myself."
My limbs stretched out in the cramped cage just an inch before they felt the cold, iron bars that prevented my escape.
"Oh…" I rolled into a marginally more comfortable position while attempting to remember the events that had led to my capture. Was there something to do with an English classroom? No, what's an English Classroom? I know… Candlekeep, and my childhood friend Shona! Yes, I was travelling with Minsc… Dyanheir…. Khalid and Jaheira! Feeling firmly pleased with myself at being able to remember my friends, I closed my eyes. But who am I? I suddenly sat upright, who am I? Emma? Yes, I'm Emma. I'm just Emma, the school pupil… school pupil? I'm a… mage, yes that sounds correct. I re- curled and forced my eyes shut.
"Emma!"
"Wha… Shona?"
"Yes!"
"How did we get here?"
"We were travelling, the others are in cages nearby."
"Where's my stuff?"
"Just get up!"
"Okay…"
I stood up and tried to brush the dust from my dark green robes, Shona clutched at her head and murmured something inaudible and far off there was an atmospheric creak. We were in a prison-come-dungeon, not much more to say than that… the sort of place were really dead people and chains hung about.
"Bhaalspawn!" A heavily accented voice only recognisable as Jaheira's reached my ears, "Emma, you must free me from this cage."
Then all I heard was, "Minsc and Boo are crampy, please free us!"
"Oh…" I moaned pitifully and quickly found a Golem that repeated a phrase about not letting prisoners escape and a golden key.
"Have you the key?" The pesky druid began to persist.
"Yes."
"Well hurry up then! I hate confinement!"
I wearily approached Jaheira's cell and put the key in the lock, there was a satisfying click as the door swung open.
"Finally! You'd think I would have to rot in there forever before I got help."
"I'm glad you're so concerned about me!" I complained, but Jaheira had sprinted towards Minsc's cage.
"Minsc, can we free you?"
"YES, these bonds cannot hold my wrath!"
Shona sighed, "Apparently they can."
Minsc struggled against the chains that were holding him in place, "Oh NO!! Minsc is forever confined to this tiny container!"
"Maybe for the better." Shona retorted, it was very strange for her to say something like that!
"What?!?"
"Why do you carry about that weasel anyway?"
"Wea…"
"Yeah, a stupid weasel!"
"WEASEL! Boo is not a weasel! Boo is a Miniature Giant Space Hamster!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Crash, Minsc leapt from the scraps of metal he had destroyed and came towards Shona in a rage.
"Uh-oh."
"ARGGGHHHH! Oh! You are a smart one! You said those things just to get Minsc mad, mad enough to break free!"
"Er, yes." The Cavalier had broken into a sweat, "Yes… Minsc."
We marched wearily back towards the room where I had met the Golem and picked up some equipment, then decided to rest before attempting to escape the dungeon. I crouched in a corner and wrapped my cloak about me.
Suddenly Shona spoke, "Where are Khalid and Dyanheir?"
"Dyanheir." Minsc spoke with an uncommon seriousness," That…" He became quiet, "IRENICUS MURDERED MY WITCH! MY DYANHEIR, HOW CAN I EVER RETURN HOME NOW!" Sobs emanated from his rough direction in the darkness.
"It's okay." I whispered, "We will all miss Dyanheir, but none as much as you." Thankfully I stopped him crying (imagining what sort of gargantuan handkerchief he would require if his nose began to run was enough to motivate me)
Jaheira waited for quiet before she began to speak, "K-K-Khalid is gone, hopefully we will find him tomorrow when we try to escape. If… If he has died I will kill him! I mean… Oh…" She trailed off into the darkness as the conversation died and a blast of magical energy could be heard discharging from far away.
Sorry if this was a bit sad compared to my last fic, but I couldn't think of much funny stuff to happen in a dungeon. I promise that the next entry will be hilarious - I might change the story a bit from what happens in the game though.
I didn't invent or help invent any of the Forgotten Realms or Baldur's Gate II and its characters (mind you, I really wish I had thought of it first!!!) It contains a lot of spoilers too!
The figure approached me menacingly with a strangely emotionless face and an extremely bizarre appearance.
"Oh, no," I clenched my fists, " I know what happens at this part…"
Irenicus began to shape magical energy in the air with as much ease as if he was pulling tufts of cotton candy from a machine.
I sat down and curled up into as minute a ball as I could manage.
The mage showed little concern.
I closed my eyes.
SHOOMPH! He punched the magical energy through the air towards me.
The darkness began to recede again as my hazy vision refocused, but that pain! It was like my head was in a vice but upside down and inside out at the same time! I tried to remember events, no, still nothing… nothing… nothing. The darkness began to come back again.
"Am I awake?" I whispered to myself, "Yes, and now I'm also crazy. I'm talking to myself."
My limbs stretched out in the cramped cage just an inch before they felt the cold, iron bars that prevented my escape.
"Oh…" I rolled into a marginally more comfortable position while attempting to remember the events that had led to my capture. Was there something to do with an English classroom? No, what's an English Classroom? I know… Candlekeep, and my childhood friend Shona! Yes, I was travelling with Minsc… Dyanheir…. Khalid and Jaheira! Feeling firmly pleased with myself at being able to remember my friends, I closed my eyes. But who am I? I suddenly sat upright, who am I? Emma? Yes, I'm Emma. I'm just Emma, the school pupil… school pupil? I'm a… mage, yes that sounds correct. I re- curled and forced my eyes shut.
"Emma!"
"Wha… Shona?"
"Yes!"
"How did we get here?"
"We were travelling, the others are in cages nearby."
"Where's my stuff?"
"Just get up!"
"Okay…"
I stood up and tried to brush the dust from my dark green robes, Shona clutched at her head and murmured something inaudible and far off there was an atmospheric creak. We were in a prison-come-dungeon, not much more to say than that… the sort of place were really dead people and chains hung about.
"Bhaalspawn!" A heavily accented voice only recognisable as Jaheira's reached my ears, "Emma, you must free me from this cage."
Then all I heard was, "Minsc and Boo are crampy, please free us!"
"Oh…" I moaned pitifully and quickly found a Golem that repeated a phrase about not letting prisoners escape and a golden key.
"Have you the key?" The pesky druid began to persist.
"Yes."
"Well hurry up then! I hate confinement!"
I wearily approached Jaheira's cell and put the key in the lock, there was a satisfying click as the door swung open.
"Finally! You'd think I would have to rot in there forever before I got help."
"I'm glad you're so concerned about me!" I complained, but Jaheira had sprinted towards Minsc's cage.
"Minsc, can we free you?"
"YES, these bonds cannot hold my wrath!"
Shona sighed, "Apparently they can."
Minsc struggled against the chains that were holding him in place, "Oh NO!! Minsc is forever confined to this tiny container!"
"Maybe for the better." Shona retorted, it was very strange for her to say something like that!
"What?!?"
"Why do you carry about that weasel anyway?"
"Wea…"
"Yeah, a stupid weasel!"
"WEASEL! Boo is not a weasel! Boo is a Miniature Giant Space Hamster!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Crash, Minsc leapt from the scraps of metal he had destroyed and came towards Shona in a rage.
"Uh-oh."
"ARGGGHHHH! Oh! You are a smart one! You said those things just to get Minsc mad, mad enough to break free!"
"Er, yes." The Cavalier had broken into a sweat, "Yes… Minsc."
We marched wearily back towards the room where I had met the Golem and picked up some equipment, then decided to rest before attempting to escape the dungeon. I crouched in a corner and wrapped my cloak about me.
Suddenly Shona spoke, "Where are Khalid and Dyanheir?"
"Dyanheir." Minsc spoke with an uncommon seriousness," That…" He became quiet, "IRENICUS MURDERED MY WITCH! MY DYANHEIR, HOW CAN I EVER RETURN HOME NOW!" Sobs emanated from his rough direction in the darkness.
"It's okay." I whispered, "We will all miss Dyanheir, but none as much as you." Thankfully I stopped him crying (imagining what sort of gargantuan handkerchief he would require if his nose began to run was enough to motivate me)
Jaheira waited for quiet before she began to speak, "K-K-Khalid is gone, hopefully we will find him tomorrow when we try to escape. If… If he has died I will kill him! I mean… Oh…" She trailed off into the darkness as the conversation died and a blast of magical energy could be heard discharging from far away.
Sorry if this was a bit sad compared to my last fic, but I couldn't think of much funny stuff to happen in a dungeon. I promise that the next entry will be hilarious - I might change the story a bit from what happens in the game though.