Thopok BG's
Minsc - FFO Survivor
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Finnaly! Minsc's Intro!!!!!
OOC: Okay, sorry for not
being there much the first round, guys! But my parents
er...forced me to take a holiday (those bastards!).
Here's my intro In the past few days, I've seen wonderful
intro's, friend and foes alike , and it reeally set me making up a lil story, at my
job.
I must say, some of you I really envy
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Minsc's Intro
The dark skies suddenly erupted in a blazing armada of
festive sparks. Green little dots colored the blackness, which
the vastness of space provided. Another blast ringed the
ground, sounding all the way up the stars. Flashes appeared,
lighting the forest. Leaves shone brightly, casting playful
shadows on the root-ridden natural floor. Green, gold and
purple swirved along the wind, sparkling away with joy.
Laughter and cheers went up somewhere under the colored
mayhem. The sound of excited people became louder and louder,
encouraging the man in charge not to stop. One final blast
made all other sounds stop. It didn’t drive out anything. The
cheering stopped. Every onlooker gaped at the beautiful art
being drawn at the lighted sky. Leaves rustled while
animals fled from the thundering sound, when the dark woods
finally dampened their footsteps. Everything fell silent.
At the edge of the shrubbery near Nashkel, the final
supreme fireworks even overlit the normally very bright stars.
The climax made the villagers squeeze their eyes shut. No
other phenomenon, next to the sun, ever made Minsc squint and
look away. If they hadn’t, some sharp-eyed man could’ve seen a
dark shadow trying to hide between the bushes, when he
realised exposure was imminent.
Damn that Naskel
charlatan it muttered.
It collected enough courage
in its rotten hide to look at the naskel gathering area again,
immediately spotting the one he was follewing. Although his
hate for the light is eternal, his disgust wasn’t enough to
prevent him from seeing a tall, dark stranger looking away
from the bright lights.
Villagers started to regain
their sight again. They gawked at the tattooed man,
suddenly in their midst. His muscled body was full of scars.
Some minor, other looked like he went through dozens of wars.
He wore simple brown leather trousers. Old black mud stuck on
it. He never bothered to wash it. A rag with what looked
like a lightly armored vest. A strap went from his right
shoulder to his left waist, crossing his broad chest. A long
sword was gleaming on his back. Men who stood behind him,
suddenly fell silent again, and feared something awful was
going to happen. Women looked at the stranger’s sword with
absolute delight, empowering Freud’s theories. Children
started gapin “ooh…”s and ‘aaaah…”s, and tried to get their
hand on it.
Minsc looked at his audience. Some looked
amused, others appeared to figure him out. “Damn,” he
rubbed his eyes. “There goes my intro…” He knew that the
best thing to gather information, is to strike the commons
with respect and charisma. Information he needed on the Gnoll
Stronghold, where his charge Dynaheir is held. Now both these
straws blew away, he might as well enjoy himself. The people
already lost interest, and returned to their small red-white
tents with entertainment, or their dark brown homes.
Heheh, sucker… it hissed with amusement,
drawing a slicky breath.
Minsc, oblivious of the
wraith close to him, spoke to his pouch, strapped on his chest
too. “Let’s go, my friend. We’ve still got some golden
coins from those robbers we caught last week. There might be a
good place to have fun.” He grinned broadly when a little peep
came out his vest. Small whiskers stroked his cheek, when a
small nose came out sniffing.
Soon, very soon
the voice was getting impatient.
Quickly he strolled
to, for he felt cold air was breathing down his neck.
Warmth caught his face he moment he entered a friendly
looking tent. Locals were gathered in groups around tables.
No-one paid attention when he approached the first set of
entertainment. A man in red and white costume lead the table
he was staring at. Suddenly, a man cried out to him.
“AH! Stranger! What a nice surprise! Come, come, won’t you
play?” the costumed man chuckled warmly. Men turned around
and stared at him with defiance. Minsc just grunted. “Well,
okay. I’ll spend one hundred gold coins,” he smiled uneasily.
“H-hundred…?” the crowd was started to getting interested.
Wide-eyed, the entertainer ushered him to the front row,
pushing away addicts with way less money. With a sidelong
glance he gave way a subtle signal.
Minsc settled
himself at the table, holding the edges for support. People
were still pushing at him, rowdy. “Well,” the man rubbed
his hands with obvious greed, “how much do you want to put in
first round? 5? 10? …all hundred?” he winked with avarice.
Minsc saw two dices on the rectangular table. His sharp
eyes saw the slightly cut edges, which manipulated the game.
He rolled his eyes on he faulty trickster. “This isn’t
gonna work,” he sighed. “I really hoped this would be a decent
establishment, where I could have a good time. I see I am
wrong.” With that, he slammed his large palms on the table,
starting to make a quick departure. “No, no!” the man
shushed him, suddenly panicking, putting his hand on Minsc’s.
“Why go now? I’ve still got a lot of other games! See,” he put
a deck of cards on his green table. Minsc picked one up
reluctantly. He grumbled dissatisfied, and put the card back.
“Magic: The Gathering?” he gritted his teeth. “Uh…”
he looked around frantically. “ Sorry, no Magicers here, huh?”
he looked around nervously. “I-I’ve got a Dabo-table right
there,” he pointed to another table. “This isn’t a Star
Trek-crossover either…” Minsc said disapprovingly, and rose.
Suddenly a hand was jerked back. Before Minsc could react,
a small shadow skid out of his pouch, and made a snapping
sound. “YAAAARGH!!!!! a small filthy man jumped up,
his hand bleeding. He lay on the floor, holding his hand with
pain. He writhed on the ground, while the villagers stared at
Minsc with accusing glances. Minsc held up his hands,
tried to make his best Shaggy-impression and said: “It wasn’t
me!” He almost wanted to sing Angel when a small
creature scuttled up his shoulder, squeaking with excitement.
“Oh, Boo!!!” Minsc shook his head. “How could u do
that?” The small hamster – correction!: Boo, the Space
Hamster – kept squeaking climacyicly, and spat out the large
indexfinger of the pickpocket. It was caught by Minsc. “I
am so sorry,” he gave the finger back to the horrified
man. ‘He usually doesn’t do that,” he chuckled nervously,
while people starting to draw daggers. “I mean…not unless you
piss…him off.”
* * * Meanwhile * * *
Outside,
the dark figure started to approach the tent.
Once
the lights are out, out goes Minscy it uttered with
pleasure.
Suddenly, loud shouts and shreeking erupted
from the tent.
What?![i] Its red eyes flared with
this sudden change of plans.
“[i]BUTTKICKING FOR
GOODNESS!!!!!!!! its prey yelled in the mayhem. The
wraith fastened his stride to the tent, whe Minsc came out,
cheering and babbling to the air. “Hahah, Boo! You
should’ve left some for me. You were flying around the room!
You can’t get at all their throats at once…”
Ahhhhhhhh, now I’ve gotcha… he jumped at the
tall man.
High squeaks countered his cheers, when…with
a POOF!….they were both gone….
Shit…
All that was left behind was a diappointed wraith and
a tent full of snapped off body parts. The aftermath
didn’t show any wounds made by sharp swords, only small bite
marks…
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OOC: Go
Boo ! Monty Python’s white rabbit ain’t half…er…the Space
Creature Boo is.
Since I was gone the first round, I
won’t write anything about it, except…
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Flashes, outmatching the fireworks
earlier that night, blinded him. He was knocked
unconscious in a instant, even before he could hit the ground
of the jungle. Oblivious of his companion, he lay there,
prey to all sorts of dangers.
Thankfully, Boo stayed
with his pet, Minsc, and guarded him with his life.
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OOC: And that’s why
children, Grandpa Minsc made it to the 2nd round
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Another light flared on his shut eyes, making him
see the red of his eyelids.
Slowly, Minsc got up,
arousing a cheering peep from Boo. Quickly he petted the
hamster, his pet, Boo, and put him back in his pouch.
“Oof, Boo, that was some punch,” he groaned, while he
walked around a bit. “It’s good that I’m strong. Thank God
I was only out for a while….” Boo just snickered and
didn’t say anything to hurt his pet’s pride.
A red
brilliance suddenly caught their eyes. A large animal-like
appearance walked to them. “Who dares to enter my
grrrrrounds this cockily?” its long curved horns pointed up as
a threat.
“I did, I a…” before he could answer more,
the flaring creature sent red fireballs at him. Minsc
rolled over, with Boo squeaking frantically. He jumped up
charging the menacing adversary.
Taken off guard by
the fierce little creature, the horned demon held his hands.
“Hold it. You interest me, you have power,” he looked
interested. Minsc looked sheepishly and grinned.
“Er…heheh, why, thank you.”
“I was talking about the
creature!” the flaming entity snapped at Minsc. “Oh,”
Minsc looked disappointed and looked away.
“My name is
Ifrit,” he addressed the hamster. “I’ve told you my name,
now tell me yours.”
Boo erupted in a big jumble of
squeeaks and peeps, but Ifrit seemed to understand.
While the new friends chatted away, Minsc started to
doze away, when the second flash brought them to a hypermodern
metropolitan society…
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OOC:That’s it for now .
I put a part of ur story in mine, for
continuation, Renzo It's a bit diff, hope that's okay.
Hope
u guyz enjoyed it.
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FFO: Survivor v5.0 -
Baldur's Gate's Minsc Ex-Type Noble
"We will make the heavens burn" - Squall
Mirror Image by Thopok coming soon...
Last edited by Thopok on 08-06-2001 at
09:05 PM |