Spider King

Disclaimer: I don't own Neverwinter Nights or Ranma ½. The only thing that I own are my own characters that I will implement somewhere in the story. I don't know whether I will put one in this chapter or make some other solution to some of the quests but let me tell you that Ranma won't be talking any shit from the NWC. Nor will he take any shit from the Drow or any other group trying to bend him to their will.

Imagine the terror in the Drow's eyes when they see a BIG Drider coming at them with a good strategy and then casting spells like crazy. I imagine that they would be afraid if they were somehow trapped and interrogated. Although they would release no information they would be shocked to hear a Drider talk. Normally I don't think that the Drider could talk. At least they don't talk in the game and I doubt that they could talk due to their hyper charged appearance. And they can cast Darkness on an area which makes it easier to escape from Drow.

Ranma gets technical

Guevnog was looking at the Drider camp he currently was staying in. he had noticed that none of the Drider took notice of him very much unless he strayed from the Drider King's side. Then they would act hostile towards him. Guevnog knew that there was no way that he would get out of this alive unless he did something to make the Drider trust him. He knew that combat wasn't one of his main subjects. He liked to tinker with technology and had actually improved some of his now dead party members armour. He was glad that the Drider King had allowed him to live but he didn't know what the spider man had in mind.

Ranma was currently engaged in training himself in Necromancy. He had made several adjustments to some of the spells he could use and could now drain an area of life without blinking. He just amplified the energies needed to perform the spells and felt the life-force flow into his body as the dead forms of his enemies fell to the floor all shrunken like mummies., power was so addictive was one of his thoughts as he began the preparations for a ritual he had seen in one of the books he had looked from the library of one of the Drow Cities he had snuck in. it was a good thing he had learned the Umi-senken and that had hidden his magical signature and body from any dispelling spells. Since he still had no magic placed on him but had just distorted the air there was no way that they could track him unless they had heat vision which would let him be shown. Ranma secretly wondered if there was some sort of inherent arrogance within the Drow that made them so arrogant that they'd allow an enemy to sneak into their libraries and steal a tome of knowledge. But then again the Drow were known as backstabbing people. They would kill someone just to get a better living place for themselves.

Ranma was currently looking at Guevnog as he was tinkering with some sort of construct which he had laid on the floor. It looked to be a man of iron and Ranma wasn't so sure that he could identify what it was. He had first thought it to be some sort of robot but since Guevnog hadn't told him much about it he had just written it off as a small side project. Ranma didn't know why he had spared the Duergar's life but if the Duergar did something to help him then it would be appreciated.

Guvnog was tinkering with the golem he had been constructing for a while. He had managed to get it assembled and outfitted with several weapons which were an improvement to the construct. The power needed to awaken it would be needed and then it would be ready for use. He had a small controlling device and then he would finally be able to help the Drider King. He had no intention of getting away and figured that if he was detained here then he'd better make the best of the situation and do something useful to help the Drider King. He was thinking about why the spider hybrid hadn't killed him yet and suddenly got an inspiration to try something out. He walked to the Drider King and bowed down and said:

"Boss I need yer power to make the Golem work. Please Boss 'elp me and I'll make ya some more Golems if I can get the materials."

Ranma smiled cruelly and said:

"Well then show me your construct and I shall animate it. I would like some mechanical help to help my brethren on the battlefield."

Then Ranma went over and studied the machine. He knew it required magical power and decided to add some new modifications. He grabbed its chest and focused most of the Death magic energy he had within his hands and then let it seep into the construct giving it life and the ability to think up strategy.

Guevnog watched as his creation rose with the power imbued within by the Drider King. The Construct got up and then turned towards the Drider King and talked in a grumbling mechanical voice:

"I am ready to serve Master."

Ranma looked pleased with himself and he said:

"Golem I want you to be the protector of this camp and its inhabitants. Guard the one that created you well for he will make brothers for you which will help in the task of defending my brethren."

Then the Golem turned to Guevnog and said:

"What would you have your servant do, Master?"

Guevnog thought about it and said:

"I would like to go out and scavenge for more parts to construct another Golem. If you would accompany me I would be grateful."

The Golem gave no response other then a grumbled:

"Yes Master."

Ranma decided that he had seen some humour in the situation said:

"Guevnog I will go with you. This time I want to test my prowess against the filthy Drow and I will annihilate all of them that stand in my path."

Ranma and Guevnog were travelling through the caves that made up the Underdark. They came across a small party of beholders and Guevnog instructed the Golem to crush them which it did. The beams from their eyestalks had managed to freeze a few of Ranma's legs and the Drider King wasn't very happy about that.

When they encountered a group of Drow Ranma was the first to take action. He began to charge magic into his hands and then the air around him began to shimmer and distort. The power was so tangible that it seemed like he was gathering Darkness within his hands and then he let loose a terrifying scream which stunned the warriors before they were ripped apart by the violent energy which was released from Ranma's hands. Blood splattered over the floor and Ranma smiled at the surviving Drow. They looked at him with something akin to fear in their eyes. But the brave Drow wouldn't be able to feel fear at the mere sight of a Drider killing them? Were they so weak that they actually felt fear at the sight of one of their fallen brethren?

Ranma laughed as he advanced upon the remaining Drow and suddenly he was hit with a spell which scorched off a good part of his upper left leg. He turned around and incinerated the head of an unfortunate cleric who had dared to burn off his legs. They regrew with a wet sound and then he turned and saw that there was a man standing there with horns poking from his head. Ranma's eyebrow raised as a mace was swung at him and he dodged out of the way and grabbed a rock and threw it at the unfortunate man who was flung back. The rock had been as big as a man and the strange man had been knocked into the ground. Soon the rock was pushed away and Ranma raised an eyebrow. This wasn't an ordinary man. He looked at Guevnog and said:

"Try out the Golem on him. It might be useful to slow that one down."

Ranma watched as the Golem lumbered at the man and a dent was onto its armour the first time it had been hit by the mace. Ranma's power began to leak out of him in tendrils which touched everything in the area around him. He felt connected to everything in the area and suddenly appeared behind the strange man and saw a tail protruding from the armour. With a savage grin he grabbed the tail and flung the man away and then watched as the man sailed through the cave and impacted onto a rock which cracked due to the armour the man was wearing.

Ranma walked over to the man. Walked was actually not correct. More like walking with spider legs. He checked the man over a few times and noticed that the man was out cold. He grinned and cast a reawakening spell and let the energy seep into the man. Then Ranma walked away after casting Darkness.

He looked at Guevnog and said:

"We are moving out. The Golem has proved its usefulness. Now let's move back to the camp. There is a small project that I want to get started on before I get working on the rest of the Golems. I want the Golem on Sentinel duty immediately. Now let's get moving!"

Ranma's eight legs skittered over the rock ground as he ran back to the Drider Camp and Guevnog had to command the Golem to follow him and then run after the Drider King. The short legs and the armour hindered his progress.

Ranma entered they camp and immediately got to his workbench where several dead body parts lay. With a few hand motions they attached themselves to each other and suddenly Ranmna aborted the process leaving behind a corpse of sewed together skin. Then he gathered some of the energy within his hands and suddenly let it all wash into the motionless corpse and it rose with blank eyes and said:

"What do you wish me to do Master!"

Ranma grinned at his creation and said:

"Patrol the area around the camp, construct!"

It got to the edge of the camp- and started to patrol there. Ranma watched as it marched around the camp and killed a few Beholder that dared to come close to the camp. Ranma snorted as he saw a beholder try to freeze his construct. That wouldn't work against them. He had built in heating in his creation which would stop it from melting and of course make it impervious to cold.

Ranma watched as the last Beholder fell to the ground and then watched as the Golem resumed its duty to guard the camp.

Then Ranma went into a cave into a cliff and laid himself down on a raised plateau. There he fell asleep, not being used to cling to walls yet. In every year he was in this world he had been close to sleeping on the ceiling but always fell off when he tried to go to sleep and his muscles relaxed.

He fell asleep fast and dreamed about bringing bloodshed to the world unknowing of the things that would eventually happen. Once he'd get enough followers he might even aspire godhood for himself but now was too soon to tell as the bloodlust was still flowing through his veins like a drug

A new chapter finished. I hope you like it. I got Silverscale himself as a pre reader so I am not worried about this chapter too much. If possible please review after treading this because I am interested in my reader's opinions!