Ranma/Baldur's Gate 2 crossover.
Disclaimer: Ranma and Baldur's Gate don't belong to me. Though I wish they did.
Fulcrum; Def: A central pivot point, hinge, axis, nexus, anchor, prop, leverage.
Ranma grit his teeth in pain as his father continued the training, or as he referred to it, 'savage beating.'
"Ungrateful boy! Go back there and learn ther techniques! Are you a man at all? Or just a weak little girl!?"
"B-but, Pop! They're real strong1 I can't get in th-ugh!" The young boy, approximately nine or ten years old, curled around his father's foot in pain from the heavy blow. A slight trickle of blood flowed from the corner of the young martial-artist's mouth, making him cough weakly at the sensation.
Boy! You will do as I say, do you hear me? Now get back there and do what
I told you!" So saying, Genma Saotome lifted his limp child by the
collar of his dirt-stained gi and kicked him out of the small clearing
that housed their camp.
They're gonna kick my ass this time! Ugh!" Retching slightly as his
stomach heaved violently, the raven-haired boy struggled upright for a
second time and staggered off in the direction his pseudo-landing had
Ranma murmured as he worked his index finger with spit before jamming
it into the depression. A moment later the sound of stone upon stone,
sounding dangerously noisy in the eerie silence, revealed a small passageway
in the solid wall next to the child.
What Ranma was
unaware of, was the fact that the designs on the door were powerful wards.
"SOUND THE ALARM!" He screeched as he reached for his ornate staff. "THE INNER SANCTUM HAS BEEN BREACHED!" Immediately bells began to clamour loudly, raising all from their tasks and making them rush to the armoury.
of the panic and chaos outside, Ranma crept down the hallway, trying valiantly
to ignore the squishy sensation of the floor beneath his feet. He did
not want to know what was on the floor to create such a sensation. Let
alone the smell that accompanied it.
"Ugh, gross," he muttered, before peering about in the gloom. "Where the hell are these 'Great Secret Scrolls' anyway? Where the heck am I supposed to look?"
"Might you, perhaps, be looking for these, little Boy?"
Goosebumps crawling up and down his spine, Ranma slowly turned around and looked up. Immediately he bit back a scream at the creature floating above him: a gigantic bulbous body with a central eye set into the centre and dozens of smaller eyes on stalks and tentacled sprouting off of the top.
"Wh-what the h-hell are y-you?" Ranma stammered, trying to back away without calling attention to himself.
"I am what you humans call a Beholder, little Boy. I have been here a very long time. Ten thousand years at the last count, though I suspect that was over several thousand years ago anyway. You have no idea how boring it can be." Ranma blinked.
"Yes. About the only thing I get to do about here is float and try and count the specks of dust. It gets boring after the fourteen thousandth time, I can assure you." Ranma blinked again, this time with a degree of understanding.
"Uh, yeah. I can understand that. My pop made me sit still for five days without food an' water before. It's really, really BORING." His stomach growled loudly. "Err...And I got real hungry too." The Beholder seemed to chuckle at this and bobbed up and down slightly, as if nodding.
"I see. Well, seeing as you were so kind as to break the seal on this place, I guess that I owe you a favour. Hurry up and tell me what you want, little Boy, and you shall have it. After that, I'll probably go and torture something. It's been far too long since I was able to do that. Quite fun, don't you know." Ranma sweatdropped at this, and smiled weakly, forcibly reminded that the creature wasn't quite what he had been expecting.
"Uh..well, Pops said something about some scrolls? See, I gotta be the best Martial Artist, ever. Or else...uh...I don't know what or else really. Pop never said much after that." He scratched his head in embarassment. The Beholder chuckled.
"The best, hmm? Well...I suppose I can manage that." With that, the large central eye rolled up slightly, as if in concentration, and the bulbous body shook slightly. Suddenly a swirling portal opened behind Ranma, who had barely a scant second before he felt a wall of force slam into him and catapault him through the portal.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhh-" his frenzied screaming was abruptly cut off as the portal closed. The Beholder bobbed itself, a highly satisfied air to it.
"There, that's my one good deed for my life done!" It turned about to face the horde of fully armed warrior priests and gave a mental grin. "Now back to my old favourites, torture and bloody murder!"
the ground at nearly thirty miles an hour is a good way to stop. As Ranma
unfortunately found out.
"Tell me why
I should not kill you now," the woman stated flatly, a positively
enormous hammer gripped firmly in her right hand. Swallowing slightly,
Ranma essayed a nervous smile at the woman as he attempted to struggle
to his feet.
I wouldn't welcome it," he muttered to himself as he attempted to
rise a second time. He was interrupted by the musical sound of laughter,
and looked up to see the woman holding a gauntleted hand to her mouth.
Evidently she had heard him.
"Interesting. You show no fear of me. Why?" The question was obviously directed to herself, but Ranma didn't care, deciding to answer it anyway.
no reason to. Couldn't hit me with that thing," he gestured weakly
to the war hammer, "if ya tried!" The unknown woman's eys narrowed
dangerously and, before he could react, had a firm grip on his throat
and had hauled him into the air. Grimacing in pain, Ranma glared furiously
at her as he simultaneously tried to brace his injured ribs and pry her
incredibly strong grip from around his throat.
"Say that again, human?" She snarled, bringing her face close to his. He glared at her silently, digging his fingertips into the armoured knuckled of her gauntlet.
"Bite me," he croaked, kicking feebly at her face as his vision swam. He was stunned as the woman broke out into laughter, dropping him on the dirt floor roughly and slipping the haft of her hammer into a loop at her waist.
"Very interesting indeed. You really don't fear me, do you?" She leaned against a nearby pillar, decorated in blue and gold. Coughing violently, he shot her a glare as he pulled himself onto his knees.
"Why'd I gotta fear you for?" He muttered. The woman raised a golden eyebrow and smirked.
"Because I am Drow, why else?" Ranma paused in massaging his ribs and throat and blinked at her in confusion.
"What the heck is a 'Duh-row'?" Ranma asked, his face twisting at the unfamiliar word. Surprise flickered across the woman's face for a moment before a considering look replaced it.
"You do not know of the Dark Elves?" She queried, watching carefully for his reaction. Ranma gave her a strange look.
heck is an...'El-uh-vu'?" Ranma asked, stumbling over his words for
a second time. He was quite proud of himself actually, seeing as he hadn't
been to school before. His father had promised that he would go sometime
soon, but had not indicated when. Ranma thought he had to be the only
nine year-old that could read and write without having been to school.
"I see. Where are you from, child?" She asked carefully. Ranma grunted as he poked a particularly tender bruise and grimaced. After a moment he looked up at the woman.
"My name's Ranma, not...'child.' An' I'm from Tokyo. What 'bout you?" The woman looked confused for a moment before she blinked.
"I am Viconia, and I have never heard of this...To-kee-o. Where on Faerun is this?" Ranma scratched his head in confusion and looked at her blankly.
"What's 'Fay-roon'?" He asked in confusion. The woman known as Viconia blinked.
"I...see...you are...a planar traveller then?" Ranma persisted with his blank look of incomprehension. "I shall put it this way. How did you come to be here...Ranma?"
"Oh, well...this was this really ugly thing with loadsa eyes, really stinky too, an' he said I did him a favour, but I dunno what I did, an' then he asked me what I wanted an' I told him about me havin' to be the bestest Martial Artist in the world an' he did this really weird thing and rolled up his..uh..eye? An' then there was this huge flashin' tunnel thing an' it spit me out here, an' then I spewed over your floor. Oh...uhm...sorry 'bout that," he muttered sheepishly, scratching the back of his head just beneath his growing ponytail. Blinking for a moment and digesting the information given in a steady stream of hyper-active chatter, Viconia nodded and waved away the apology before starting in surprise.
"A Beholder sent you here?" she asked, standing up straight and eyeing him suspiciously.
He said that was what we called 'im. Said 'e'd been around for a long
time an' was really bored. I can understand that 'cause my pop made me
sit for four days without food. Called it trainin', but I jus' think it
was so he could feed his own belly." The young boy scowled at the
dirt floor beneath his knees and took a shakey breath, grimacing as his
ribs decided to loudly protest. He was startled when Viconia knelt down
in front of him and placed her hands on his head, chanting softly under
her breath. He stared wide-eyed as a glow formed around her hands before
flying down into his face.
do that!?!?" he yelled exitedly. "Ya gotta teach me ta do that!
Pleeeeeeeeease?" Pleading and grovelling, it took a moment fo rhim
to realise she was looking at him in disgust.
"I will teach
you nothing, human." she spat, turning away and striding down
the dark ahllway.
"It means, human, that I am not one of your kind, and I will not teach one so pathetic as you, ANYTHING." The drow's voice echoed off the walls loudly, but Ranma ignored the ringing in his ears in favour of concentrating on one word.
YOU CALL ME!?!?!?" He shrieked as he leapt to his feet, his aura
blazing to life for the first time in his young life. With his aura burning
brightly from his righteous fury, the young martial artist had no trouble
navigating along the long and twisting passageway, and tore after the
departing woman as if hell itself was on his tail.
She uttered as she skidded across the dirt to slam into the wall. Shaking
her long white and gold locks to clear the cobwebs in her mind, she clambered
quickly to her feet, unlimbering her war hammer in preparation for battle.
"Think I'm pathetic now!?!" Ranma screeched, his boyish voice cracking angrily.
Is THAT what
this is about1?
Viconia thought incredulously. Outwardly however, she spoke differently.
This is something I have been pondering for quite a while. I've still
got to work out all of the bugs, but that'll be done soon I hope ^_^