Into the FogAuthor's Warning: Heavy C.S Forester (Horatio Hornblower) and Patrick O'Brian (Aubrey/Maturin) influences ahead, if not blatant, outright use of their works. No infringement of their works is to be intended, nor am I making any profit off this work.
Bring Dramamine, ye be warned.
AN: For those of you who've noted it, I'm aware that the original USS Enterprise was a sloop-of-war; but please forgive this humble author for a little literary license. Especially since I was originally going to use the oldest ship in commission, and pride of the US Navy, the USS Constitution, but decided against it. And using a frigate named Enterprise is just too good pass up.
Eilistraee weakly opened her eyes, revealing to her a dimly lit cargo hold. As her eyes adjusted to the infrared spectrum, she was able to see around, and discern the various heat patterns available to her. The wooden hull of the ship was generally a cold blue, although there were warmer
Revenge of The ZauvirsAuthor's Warning: Heavy C.S Forester and Patrick O'Brian influences coming up, with just a touch of The Marie Celeste, Pirates of the Caribbean: Curse of the Black Pearl and Sid Meier's Pirates! to keep it honest.
Bring Dramamine, ye be warned. ^_^;
It had been a successful four months for the Shrine. Kasumi had fled the fathers, and had become an integral part of the small family of Ranma, Eilistraee, Bereth, Crystina and Nabiki. A few drow, mainly children rescued by dwarven allies of the Harpers from a drow city destroyed by mind flayers, were the first permanent residents of the Shrine that weren't there in either a spiritual, military, or familial capacity. A mutual aid treaty was signed by the Joketsuzoku and the Church. There were even a few Japanese who'd become intrigued by the Shrine's new residents, and became active worshippers of the Dark Maiden, giving Nabiki her first congregation. A kidnapping attempt of Ranma, by Soun an
IntercalansAN: Don't take this interlude too seriously, even though it does provide some background, it's meant to be humourous. By the way, there'll be a smattering of AMG and The Bet in here.
Corellon was in his office in Arvandor, glass of everquisst in hand, sitting in a large, overstuffed wingback chair. Labelas Enoreth sat across a small table, in the chair's twin. Between the two were two Cuban cigars sitting in a crystal ashtray. The office itself was, for the Father of All Elves, actually a retreat from Arvandor. Bookshelves lining three of the four walls groaned with the weight of the books and scrolls on them. The subject matter ranged from treatises on magic from long dead mages to the latest Tom Clancy and Dale Brown technothrillers. Recorded music from a human bard, Frank Sinatra, was playing in the background. "Corellon," Labelas asked, "I have to know why you chose that Saotome boy for Eilistraee. Surely there were
A distinct lack of pithy titleAN: All references to the Knights of Solamnia are based off of the 2nd Edition AD&D "Dragonlance" sourcebook and Tales of Krynn anthologies, that unfortunately I don't have with me at the moment. So that includes racial and gender bias, that I recall. After all I am in the big Sandbox in the Middle East.
The trio of teens walked up the path from the bus stop to the shrine. They were escorted, sight unseen, by a squad of infantry. Both Ranma and Eilistraee knew they were there, just by whispers of ki that they felt. Almost unconsciously, their hands slipped together, as they followed the path. Nabiki, a couple of meters behind them, smiled when she saw that gesture. To her, the pigtailed storm of Chaos that entered her life a year and a half ago was showing significant promise in growing up.
As they approached the house, there were the beginnings of a fortified wall going up. A tent city had sprung up, and was being formalized.
School DazeStandard Disclaimer: Not mine; don't own any of the characters except those I create.
Deep in the Underdark, far from any prying surface dweller's eyes is the city of Ched Nasad, home of a number of middling significant drow Houses, a "conversation" was taking place, between the Matron Mother of House Zauvir and Lolth. "Your daughter failed. The raiding party was unable to even put down my renegade daughter's human lover. I will allow you one last chance, then I fear that your seat on the ruling council will be in jeopardy."
"Then I will see that we don't fail again, my lady." The Matron Mother of House of Zauvir prostrated herself before the goddess, as Lolth's visage disappeared from the summoning chamber. She stood, and dusted her robes off. "Get me Faeryl!"
The eldest priestess arrived short moments after the summons. "Yes Matron Mother?"
"Faeryl, I need you to contact agents on the surface." Her eldest daughter's eyebrow shot u
TrainingStandard Disclaimer: Not mine; don’t own any of the characters except those I create.
“For what you’ve done to Akane, Ranma, prepare to die!”
Around the front of the house, there were several elven warriors, a few walking wounded but mostly perfectly fine. At Ryouga’s pronouncement, the yard got very, very quiet. Slender hands were placed on hilts; bows were restrung and tested. “Uh, Ryouga, I wouldn’t have made that particular announcement. These elves are a little...what’s that American phase again...ah, yes—trigger happy.”
“I don’t see any of Santa’s little helpers around, Ranma,” Ryouga scoffed.
“Of course not, because those ‘elves’ are actually Tinker Gnomes.”
“Quit trying to sidetrack me, Ranma. You
The Zauvirs and The SaotomesStandard Disclaimer: I'm tired of disclaiming see previous chapters for disclaimer
Wards had yet to be cast around the newest, and so far Earth's only, Shrine of the Dark Maiden to prevent scrying. This lack of preparedness allowed a certain scorned mother to look in on her defiant daughter. "So, Eilistraee's founded her newest shrine. And she's in residence there, too. Ohohohohohohohohohoho!" Lolth grinned at her good fortune. "Now to task her and her goody two shoes defender of the faith." The vengeful goddess of the Drow began laying plans to disrupt her renegade daughter's life.
Still sitting on the dock, listening to the haunting melody coming from Nabiki's harp (along with an occasional curse at a sour note), and aware of the nonbelligerent presence with his fiancée, Ranma continued his meditations (read: sleeping) blissfully unaware that another of Faerun's deities had taken an interest in him. A pair of eyes surr
Endings and New beginningsStandard disclaimer: Nope, not mine.
The sounds of the Tendo patriarch calling a family meeting resounded through the house. "Kasumi! Nabiki! Akane!" This was followed by "Nodoka, Genma, would you please join us. It has something to do with your son."
At the dining table sat Ranma and Eilistraee, waiting patiently. After the families settled themselves down, Ranma, ignoring the heated looks from Akane, simply stated: "Mom, earlier today you asked me which one of my fiancées I love. And to be frank Mom, I love them all; but all but one as family."
Kasumi and Nabiki both smiled faintly. They knew Ranma would never have chosen either of them. To them, and to Ranma, they were family; and to Nabiki even more so, since her goddess was engaged to him.
Akane's fury increased. *How dare he pick another over me? And it's going to be either that Amazon hussy, the crossdressing cook or that kuronin tramp. Wha
The power of true loveStandard disclaimer: Ranma ½ is from the mind of Rumiko Takahashi, and distributed in the US by Viz. The elven gods and other visitors from Toril are all from the equally fertile minds of Ed Greenwood and Jeff Grubb as well as all the other writers who work for TSR. That means I don’t own any of them, and are just perverting them for my enjoyment as well as yours, I hope.
This story is based on Elle ½, an omake by Greg Sharp (AKA Metroanime), based on an idea he found at http://addventure.bast-enterprises.de
That’s done, now on with the story
The Wild Stallion and the Drow
Ranma was so involved with trying to defeat Eilistraee, that all his attention was focused on the drow in front of him, so he wasn’t aware of who walked in until he heard his mother’s voice over the din of combat. “Ranma?” This caused the pig-tailed warrior to divert his attention right as Eilistraee wa