Guest_Oyster Girl_*
Posted 07 August 2001 - 02:45 PM
> I just realized that, feature-wise, I probably have some of the more
> recent reconstructions of Neanderthal females in mind. Except taller (6'4").
The newer drawings of the half-orcs remind me a lot of Neanderthal-and-earlier hominids. I must say I prefer the 3E sketches to the semi-human green pig face of the 1E version.
Guest_Flarn_*
Posted 07 August 2001 - 03:15 PM
> From the WotC site:
> Females of the races
Gee, the females of the races sure are scantily clad. 
Alyndria would run away if I tried to make her dress like that. Although I suppose if I plied her with enough cider she might not care. 
Blech - though, they made the elf look really cheezy. :6
Flarn
Guest_darkrose_*
Posted 07 August 2001 - 04:18 PM
> I found that I had to write this before going back to AT. The story just
> wouldn't go away. I hacked this character into existence a while back. I
> warn you, this is not for the faint-hearted. (No, Weyoun, not in a Darvith
> kind of way.) If you lose your lunch, I refuse to take any blame.
Hmph. I almost didn't read it, you know--I missed the parenthetical to Weyoun, and was afraid of excess gore. But I'm glad I did.
> Gartak brushed her mauve locks out of her eyes. It was now her only
> tangible reminder of Imoen, this shared color of hair that had always been
> their single point of resemblance, the one thing that marked them as
> sisters.
Awww...nice touch there.
> She heard a sudden squeak, and felt Boo's tiny feet scurrying up her bare
> arm. The hamster nuzzled into her neck, evidently trying to comfort her,
> but she was too miserable. Then suddenly she felt arms circling her.
> Strong arms, muscles powerful as her own straining to contain her
> boundless grief.
*snif* That's sweet.
> "Gartak, Minsc knows. Minsc knows sorrow. I did not want to tell, but
> I have shame too. I killed my witch, I did it!"
> "What?" she said in shock. "Minsc, Irenicus killed
> Dynaheir!"
Oh, no! Poor Minsc!
> She remembered with humiliation the jeers Garren's young son
> had made when he found out that she was a hunter of the undead.
> "Stupid cow! Even Kelemvor doesn't take half-orcs as paladins! You
> got to be human, and pretty ! Or handsome!"
*snarl* Maybe she should leave him with Firkraag.
> "Gartak?" Minsc asked shyly, awkwardly. "Boo seems to like
> to rest his head on your neck. Would… you let me try someday?"
Awwww!
> "I am not very smart, Gartak, but I know I can't break your heart, or
> I will break mine too," he said simply.
AWWWWWWWWWWWW!
This was so incredibly sweet. Now, of course, I want to know more about Gartak...
Guest_Anonymous_*
Posted 07 August 2001 - 04:51 PM
> Never Been Kissed Minsc cleared his throat in a thunderous rumble.
Poor Minsc. Such a kind and normally gentle soul, it's really a wonder no woman had warmed to him previously.
>
> "Yes," the ranger said simply. "Dynaheir always told me
> that I was smarter than I thought, and every time she said it, I found out
> I was smart enough."
I'd always thought Minsc to be smarter than he let on. In my games at least, he shows remarkable insight, even if unable to articulate it.
> "Gartak, Minsc knows. Minsc knows sorrow. I did not want to tell, but
> I have shame too. I killed my witch, I did it!"
This was a shocker. With Minsc's loyalty, I'm sure he was devestated.
>
> "Gartak?" Minsc asked shyly, awkwardly. "Boo seems to like
> to rest his head on your neck. Would… you let me try someday?"
Ooo..very nice, almost like the 'one-arm sneak' we used to do as kids in the movie theatre!
Short and sweet. Enjoyable story
Graciously and Courteously,
Transcendant
Posted 07 August 2001 - 06:22 PM
> I found that I had to write this before going back to AT. The story just
> wouldn't go away. I hacked this character into existence a while back. I
> warn you, this is not for the faint-hearted. (No, Weyoun, not in a Darvith
> kind of way.) If you lose your lunch, I refuse to take any blame. But
> again, this is what the PC insisted on, and I can see why it happened.
> It's unique, anyway. Enough rambling. Here's the story.
Well, you got my host shivering while he clicked this post *snickers*, but he liked it pretty fine, as do I!
> The woman sighed. "Yes, Minsc, but I don't want to go to sleep. If I
> stay up, maybe I can forget that I killed Ajantis today. We murdered our
> friend, Minsc, how can you stand it?! If I sleep I will see my arms
> swinging the axe in my dreams, he will haunt me forever! I will see his
> head rolling over and over and over across the ground!"
Ajantis, eh? Never met the bloke myself, but I can imagine going a little crazy when you've accidentally killed a good friend... Well brought!
> "If only Kelemvor had granted me True Sight!" she cried in
> anguish. "If only I had not promised those dryads freedom! If only…
> if only…." She broke into harsh sobs that tore at the lining of her
> throat. "I am a failure, Minsc! Only a failure! I have not served
> Kelemvor well, I have bestowed death on those whose time had not yet
> come!"
A priestess of Kelemvor, eh? Hmmmm.... *thinks*
> He shook his head. "No, Gartak, she never left Baldur's Gate. When
> those strange people came, I raged like never before. Boo was so
> frightened that he crawled into my helmet to hide. I saw nothing but red
> evil before me, and I struck and struck and struck at it until there was
> nothing left, but when I was Minsc again, I saw what trick the evil ones
> had played. Dynaheir was dead; I had hacked her into pieces so small that
> not even magic could bring her back…. And when I raised my voice to howl
> forth my rage at the betrayal, more vampires came, real ones this time,
> and they bound me and dragged me away."
Oh.... A sad scene... I feel for Minsc...
> and strength? She remembered with humiliation the jeers Garren's young son
> had made when he found out that she was a hunter of the undead.
> "Stupid cow! Even Kelemvor doesn't take half-orcs as paladins! You
> got to be human, and pretty ! Or handsome!"
I remember that little twerp... A crushed image of Paladins and heroes can be devastating, I guess... Still, it was undeserved...
> She turned to face him. Shakily she said, "No time like the
> present." The big, goofy grin she suddenly realized she adored came
> over his face, and as he leaned forward and settled himself on her
> shoulder, she kissed his ear and the shiny dome of his bald head, hugging
> him close with all her might, hearing the blood pound in her ears. For
> long minutes they sat that way, and then Minsc moved.
Awwwww.... That was cute!
> She smiled at him, her eyes only two inches lower than his own, but her
> voice trembled as she said, "The only thing you could ever break is
> my heart, Minsc, so you must never leave me."
> "I am not very smart, Gartak, but I know I can't break your heart, or
> I will break mine too," he said simply.
Awwww.... *sighs happily* oh, Minsc... you can be so sweet... *sighs again*
*looks around* Why are you all looking at me like that?
> It was late spring, and they could hear the bullfrogs down by the pond
> calling for mates as they wandered hand in hand through the moonlight. At
> last they found a glade where the dew had not fallen too heavily, and
> spread their cloaks to make a comfortable place to sit, which became a
> good place to stretch out, and eventually, Minsc being a ranger, they
> simply let Nature take its course….
Oh, this was a wonderful story, not so terrible (for the faint-hearted) as you
said, I think! I like Gartak too (And for an elf, liking an Orc (or Half-orc), that's saying a lot!) That's another drink for you! The eight, I believe... *raises glass*
---Laska
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