My own Fan Fiction
This fanfiction was written by me for a contest on the Baldurs Gate section of Gamefaqs. Noone won it but I kept it anyway. It is based on the first Baldur's Gate computer game, around the time when we first reach Nashkel and meet Minsc;
Part One:
Malthor confronted the Kensai which had decimated his bodyguards. Good. It saved him hunting the snail dropping down and killing him. Though the ambush had started well with the mage Dynaheir being immediately rendered unconscious the Ranger known as Minsc had then gone into berserker mode cutting a devastating swathe through his fellow Orcs. And then from nowhere came this little human.
He bellowed a challenge and glared down at Hawksteel. Surprisingly the human did not flinch, which was unusual. Malthor had never met anything on two legs that did not back away when confronted by his massive form. This made him slightly uneasy. Still it did not matter. He was the toughest Orc who had ever lived. He was going to kill this runt.
He lashed out with his cleaver. Surprisingly, the human wasn’t there. That was unusual too. Malthor knew he was fast for an Orc. No one had ever been able to match his eye blurring speed before. Hawksteel struck back. That was good too. Malthor liked it when his food put up a bit of a fight. It made things more interesting.
Sparks flashed as their blades met. The power of the Hawksteel’s blow took Malthor off guard. He was driven back by the force of the impact. The human was strong. That was good too. Malthor would gain some of that strength when he ate his heart. He lashed out with his axe. Hawksteel ducked beneath it and aimed a counter blow at Malthor’s legs. Malthor leapt above it, and brought both weapons down at once, knowing there was no way the human could avoid both.
But he did. He rolled backwards and away, coming to his feet easily. Malthor was enjoying this. Already the human had lasted longer than any foe Malthor had ever faced, and he was showing no signs of running out of fight. Malthor had always believed that you could measure an Orc by the strength of his enemies, and when he killed this horse dung, all Orcs would know that Malthor was mighty indeed. That thought gave him some satisfaction.
Hawksteel came at him, his rune sword raised, a mad light in his eyes. He unleashed a hail of blows at Malthor, each faster and more powerful than the last. It slowly dawned on Malthor as he parried desperately that the human had not really been trying before. Malthor was forced to admit the donkey turd was almost as mighty as he was. This was even better. More than ever Malthor looked forward to eating his heart.
His arms ached a little from parrying the human’s sword. It felt like his hand had been nicked. That was unusual. He had never met a foe that had done that before. Hawksteel aimed another blow at him and Malthor raised his cleaver to parry. At the last moment, he realised his cleaver wasn’t there. In fact, his hand wasn’t there either. The pain he had felt was it being separated from his wrist. By the gods, that sword was sharp.
It was the last thought to pass through his brain before the sword descended, bringing eternal darkness with it.
Hawksteel watched Minsc finish the last remaining Orc. The others had already fled having lost all heart at the sight of their chief’s beheading and Minsc’s slaughterfest. They had best return to Nashkel, Dynaheir would need a healer and soon. And then Hawksteel would hunt down whoever had betrayed them and make them pay, and pay dearly.
Part Two:
Edwin slumped back in his chair sipping his ale. The inn was full as it always was at this time of night and beginning to get rowdy. He smiled as he pictured the scene of the Orcs killing Dynaheir and almost laughed at the thought of the thrice cursed Minsc being run through by cold steel. With luck that damnable Hawksteel would also be slain, imagine rejecting his gracious offer of money for killing that witch and then standing there and laughing when Minsc threw him into the river.
Yes he hoped that they would all….
Wait a moment! The strange familiarity of that azure flapping cloak belonging to one of the people who had just entered. He suddenly remembered where he’d seen it before. Hawksteel wore something similar. But surely….it couldn’t be possible that he was here.
He struggled to look through the crowd to see the people at the door. It was definitely Hawksteel and even worse an injured looking Dynaheir. No sign of the hairless ape Minsc though.
Then he heard a squeak behind him, the sort of squeak made only by Hamsters.
For a shocked instant he fought down an almost overwhelming urge to soil his pants. Minsc was behind him! He tried to leap forward but collided with the table and sprawled onto the ground. In desperation he started chanting a missile spell but it was too late. Hawksteel turned away as Minsc carved Edwin’s testicles off and force fed them down his throat. All the male patrons did likewise, some even turning a shade of green and suddenly needing to rush outside. The healer had done a good job on Dynaheir, already she was able to stand if somewhat unsteadily. Then some sixth sense screamed out as he suddenly whirled to face a hooded female approaching them while carrying some scroll.
She smiled malevolently before asking "Are you by any chance the one called Hawksteel?"