Hello, one and all. This is my very first fic at the moment, but I am sure it will make a very good… um… train of thought derailed sweatdrop sorry… that happens a lot… any who, I finally got all 5 mirror shards in Neverwinter Nights: Hordes of the Underdark. Fun game. Elven female cleric, level 22 (or is it 23?), domains are Sun and Healing, deity is Lathander (I love following Lathander while playing Dungeons and Dragons with my friends….), although I don't think having a deity really matters in NWN… but its still fun -. For those who don't know Silverdragon2488's lovely pokemon story, READ IT NOW! I created Kuvai, and silverdragon2488 and me have agreed to scan pics of Kaiyou, Yasille, Kuvai, and anyone else we can think of and post em on FFN. drools at the thought of getting the Ice Beam on Metroid Prime anyways, here it beginz!
The air was hot and humid, unusual for that time of year. The forest was silent because of the heat, with the exception of a few cicadas calling out. The sun was shining between the leaves of the Neverwinter Woods, casting an eerie glow across the forest floor. This is where one of the most powerful druids in the world resided. She guards this forest like it was her life, in which it practically is. Her name is Tomia. Tomia Leafrunner. A beautiful elven girl of 120, she stands at 5'5", weighing in at 110, as most elves do. Her long blonde hair shines in the sun like a torch revealing a dragon's stashed gold, and her ferocity matches that of a dragon, who has discovered intruders stealing its hoard. Her deep blue eyes meet others with an almost empty gaze, seemingly void of life. She takes no prisoners in battle, that is, if they pose a threat to her forest. Otherwise, she lets them go peacefully, just as long as they don't ever come back. She lets caravans through, of course, just as long as they don't take any shortcuts through the forest. Orphaned when she was 20, she had to survive on her own in the woods, all alone, and afraid. Her parents had led her onto the path of a Morninglord of Lathander, but due to recent events, she adopted the way of the druid. Over the years, she has discovered which herbs and plants are best left alone, and which ones can be eaten. She has discovered a great many natural cures for many known and unknown diseases, not to mention being able to grow a healthy supply of medicinal herbs to keep up with the demand. She recently discovered a rogue band of satyrs, who threatened to take over Port Llast. She dispatched them immediately, acquiring the help from the local woodland creatures to determine their base. Storming in with the unyielding fury of a raging hydra, she slaughtered them one by one, until none was left standing. Despite her prowess in battle, she prefers to work alone. "Aye, she's a beauty alright. But if'n some uptight man even lays a hand on her, she whips around faster than the eye can see and cleaves it right off! At the local tavern the other day, one handsome young noble human decided he had the right to start flirtin' with her, right there in front of everyone! She asked him real nice and all to leave her alone, but the damned guy was just too persistent. Y'see, she gets irritated quite easily, unfortunately for all them males out there wishin' to take her hand in marriage that don't know that. Anywho, she gets right up, turns around and faces the poor man, who is now cowering on the floor, an' her eyes just start glowing! Aye, they were glowing all right, brightest blue ya ever did see. Then a giant thorny root comes up from the tavern floor, wraps itself around the poor man, who had already wet his pants at that moment, and the root throws him clear out the door! Aye, twas a sight for these sore old eyes indeed. I 'aven't laughed so hard ever since my little brother mistook rotten swamp sludge for ale!" a local dwarf commented. Despite her trouble with the local men, she is known to be a quite compassionate person. She is often found at the local temple giving out blessings of nature in return for a bit of food. She has access to all of the nine Hells (due to recent events), but that doesn't necessarily mean she is evil. She is of the Lawful Good alignment instead. "She may enforce the laws of nature, but she sure doesn't act like it. She stays silent and quiet, never uttering a sound unless someone asks her a reasonable question, like, 'Where can I find some medicinal herbs?' and the like. For directions, she just points to the location, or shows 'em if it's too far away or confusing to get to," a visiting human female added.
Suddenly Tomia shut the book she was reading, disgusted with what that pesky bard said about her. Even more amazing was that he actually KNEW where she had been in recent times (the Hells). The night air soon soothed her temper, bringing with it the sounds of crickets and night birds calling to each other. Tomia tossed the book on a pile of logs, and then used her Flame Lash spell to catch the whole thing on fire. Sitting underneath her favorite tree, she was guarding the last remnants of an almost-extinct herb used for curing a very fatal disease. She put herself in charge of its growth and nourishment, making sure it never ran out, for it was rumored to be the last supply left in all of Toril. Yawning heavily, she gazed back into the fire and watched the book burn to a crisp.
Jachal Sane walked into the local tavern, hoping someone had an idea as to where this so-called "miracle herb was" so he could heal a priest. The 123-year-old elven paladin took a seat at a vacant table, disgusted by the goings-on around him. "hic Hey fellash! Take a look a' thish hic. Itsh a girly elf!" Jachal turned around and noticed a group of drunks looking at him. "It's a custom for my family to wear their hair shoulder-length with connecting braids in the back. If you have a problem with it, then I suggest you leave or go find another table." Jachal stated patiently. "Hohoho! A shpicy one too! hic Whaddya shay we give 'im a haircut, boysh?" another drunk at the table piped up. Grunting in glee, the group stood up from their table (with much difficulty, I might add) and surrounded Jachal, unsheathing their daggers as they did. "You are making a very bad mistake, my friend." Jachal said. One of the drunks then lashed out with his dagger at Jachal's throat. In a flash, Jachal had drawn out his greatsword and cleaved off the drunk's arm. "AIEEEEEEEEE!" the drunk screamed in pain. Then the rest of the drunks piled on top of Jachal in an attempt to cleave off his head. Jachal struggled under the weight of the men and their foul breath, but he didn't have the strength to throw them off. Just then a badger, of all things, bit the butt of the lead drunk. Roaring in pain and frustration, he turned to attack the critter, but missed repeatedly due to his drunken state and the badger's quickness. The badger then scrambled up the lead drunk's pant leg and began to bite ferociously. "GET IT OFF! GET IT OFF!" the man screamed. That turned the attention of the other drunks, who left Jachal and began to attack the lead drunk in a vain attempt to kill the animal. Instead, they killed each other, only because their accuracy wasn't very good. The badger then crawled out from under the pile of drunken bodies and looked up at Jachal. Jachal stared back, obviously surprised at the scene which unfolded before his own eyes. Then a brilliant white light suddenly surrounded the badger, and when the light disappeared, an elven girl was standing in its place. "Are you all right, sir paladin?" the girl asked. Jachal was surprised. He had never seen a druid before, heard about them, yes, but never encountered them. "Uh, yes, I'm quite fine, except for a few scratched here and there, I'm okay… I think…" Jachal replied, unsure of how to put his words. The corners of the druid's mouth curved p a little, forming a hint of a smile. "My name is Tomia. And who might you be?"
"My name? Uh, it's Jachal Sane, paladin in the service of Tyr."
"Tyr, eh? I have heard a lot about the Maimed God, but never before have I encountered a paladin in his service who could not take care of himself in such a simple bar room brawl."
Jachal's cheeks suddenly went red with embarrassment. In truth, he wasn't a very good fighter, preferring to avoid conflicts instead of tackling them head-on. Tomia looked back at the pile of drunken bodies, and back at Jachal. "If you were a true paladin, you would have taken care of them single-handedly, but since I had to save you, thus exposing my identity, you must promise me this: never go into the Neverwinter Woods. At all. Evil lurks in there, and you would be wise to avoid the woods, lest starving trolls tear you apart limb from limb," Tomia said coldly. Jachal suddenly became worried. If such danger was in the woods, then how could he retrieve those herbs for the priest? Tomia then turned into a panther, scaring Jachal, and bolted out the door. Jachal was left in utter confusion. Then his bravery overcame him. It didn't matter what kind of foul creatures there were in the woods, he MUST go find those herbs, even if he died trying.
Okay? Yes? No? Maybe? Grovel's head hurts… hehehe, sorry. This be me first fic here, and I hope it is okay to all of you NWN freaks out there, like me (YEAH! GO NWN! WOOT!). hehehe… trapped in the Hells, I am now… boo. Evil cold place I am in right now… stupid imp for getting his arm purposely stuck in Grinder 5 >- . GO LIMBO!