An Evangelion Fanfic written by:
The Silent One
All characters are owned by (insert owners name here) and not by (insert fanfic authors Psuedonym here). All original storylines for the series are not owned by said author and he has made up this story you are about to read himself. Don't sue me, were not worthy. (Note: Creators of Waynes World please do not sue me either.). And please remember to Review the fic after you have finished, please.
Evangelion: The Forgotten Realms
Chapter One: Rain
It was raining.
It was also nearly winter, and raining.
Combining these factors it turned the day into a gray, dismal, soggy muck.
At least that is what it was for some people. To Shinji the Black: it was just another day in his short life. A life filled with unfufilled vengance waiting to rain down on the heads of those who had murdered his mother. Unfufilled vengance for the father he had never known and who had ordered his own wifes death. Vengance waiting for the secrete organization of shadows: The NERV cloister.
But that wasn't important now. What was is that Shinji was cold, tired, hungry, and wet. Very wet.
He continued on in spite of all of this, ignoring the nasty mud and clawing trees illuminated by sudden flashes of lightning from the angry clouds high above him.
"Talos is happy tonight." His weary but melodious voice croaked out as he stopped for a moment to catch his breath and bearings. He gave a grim smile at the sky before facing forward in the darkness and stumbling on. He continued this way for another half hour until he finally spied what he was seeking in that dead of night. The Friendly Arms Inn.
"Gods be praised, I'm finally here."
He scrabbled haphazardly down the hill he was on, at one point slipping in the mud and wet grass and falling quite a ways, and finally arrived at the front portcullis. Two guards, decked in chainmail and each carrying a pike and longsword straightened at his approach and demanded he remove the hood of his cloak that Shinji kept up. He complied, revealing a face that was thin and fair, framed by long locks of raven black hair and unshading eyes of deep blue that from a distance appeared to be brown or black.
"What be ye name traveler?" Asked the right guard.
"Shinji the Black. Out of the Greenfields." The blue lipped boy replied. For indeed he was a boy, barely out of his eighteenth birthday. The guards looked at him for a moment and then inspected his backpack and belongings. They found his small collection of daggers, his bastard sword: old and tarnished in its anchient sheath, and his harp.
"Ye'r a bard lad?"
"I play." Shinji nodded his head, droplets of water falling from his matted locks of hair.
"Well, I do belive the inn'd be want'n ye to play a piece or two for them. Bently might even charge less ifn'd you do that." One guard replied.
"I'll keep aware of that. Thank ye kindly."
"Right, now: remember townly rules do apply here. So don' go killin noone we know an ye'll be fine off in here."
"Yes, of course."
He passed through without another incident and quickly made his way across the open courtyard and up the steps of the Friendly Arm Inn. The only inn after Beregost and before the port of Baldur's Gate. The heavy oak door swung open with a creak and Shinji stepped into the blessed warmth of the room, letting the conversation wash over him. Quickly enough one of the serving wenches swept up to him, letting her eyes quickly run over his face as she appraised him quickly. He blushed at her prying eyes but managed to ask one question.
"Can you t-tell me where the i-innkeeper is?" He was shaking badly from the cold that lingered in his wet clothes.
"Yes I can. 'Es over at the bar. Ye can see him for room and goods as well as a tankard or two of our ales." She coyly responded, helping off the sodden black cloak and hanging it on a rack filled with smilarly drenched garments.
"Thanks." Was all she heard before he had wandered off into the crowd.
Shinji threaded his way through the loud and boisterous people that populated the one lonely inn north of Candelkeep and managed not to stumble into anyone as he finally reached the bar. Only to find no one behind it.
Shinji was about to turn away when he heard a loud and thick voice call up to him over the ceder woodwork.
"Can I help ye lad?"
Shinji turned and peered over the bar to find a short, squat, wrinkled face of a gnome staring up at him from behind wire rimmed glasses.
"Yes. I'm looking for room tonight. Any avalible?"
"One, but 'ts the bards 'oom and can only tak'n by the play'r o tee even'n."
"I see." Shinji dreaded this moment. He rapidly thought of his possibilites out in the cold of the storm and dismissed them rapidly, he personally thought he might as well brave the storm because there was no way anyone would like his songs enough to let him stay for the night...but, what the hell. "Well then my good gnome, consider it filled because a player has arrived."
Shinji pulled his harp from its waterproof casing, the only thing in his sack that wasn't wet at all! And strummed it a bit, making adjustments to the strings before pulling up a seat and setting the instrument gently on his leg. He began to pick and strum, letting a melody come by itself as it always did. He found the song starting off gently and then turning meloncholy. He opened his mouth soon afterwards and began to sing.
"One was tall, gracious and fair.
The other shorter and with a face full with hair.
The first a poet with beauty and love to spare,
the second a beliver with power and ideals.
They were unlikely, but somehow fated,
To be united and treated with a son.
But disaster soon followed, and murder was done.
The poet was slain, by none other than her husband.
And the son was left alone to die.
But die he did not, instead he flourished.
And in his spare time he nourished a hatred,
for those who slayed his mother.
Vengence he cried, when will I recive it?
Be it from the gods or be it from my sword.
He does not know, for he travels still evermore.
Resting fretfully in the night, trusting little.
He races for destiny: sword flashing bright in his hands
As he fights and slays, trying to strike at those who he hates.
The ones who created the creature he became.
The ones who created the pit of darkness his soul now finds fufilling
As his enemies gut spill out onto his hands."
The last chords of the song he finished in silence, the entire inn had gone silent but for a few stray noises that came from plates and tankards and from the old floorboards of the inn itself. The last string fell silent and he let his gaze wander over the turned faces in the crowd. One younger man was the first to break the silence.
"Pray young sir! Would ye tell us who the song is about?"
"A friend of mine," Shinji answered as he started up another tune, this one lighter than that before. "Last I heard he nearly died somewhere south of here."
"Well, best not to dwell on such things good sir. Pray, string us another tune." Sang out another, this pronouncement was followed by a racous roar of approval that made Shinji's face turn red.
So he played.
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"Do you know what you are to do?" A darkly dressed and cloaked figure asked the creature that stood brooding next to him. That creature took a moment to turn his deep obsidion eyes towards the figure and growl impatiently at it before turning back to peer through the shroud of rain.
"Do you know what to do?" The figure asked again. This time accompanied by a faint rasp of steel rubbing against leather.
"Yes. I will not fail, Master Assasin."
"Be sure you do not. Go."
As the cloaked figure watched impassivly the dark-eyed creature sprang from underneath the small outcropping of rock that shielded them from the fury of Talos and splashed off into the deep dark of the night, uncannily dodging left and right around trees as though it was the brightest day in all of Faerun. And the figure laughed, his ebony colored hand easily resheathing the black dagger in its hidden place.
"Soon, my masters plan will come to fruitation." An unspoken statement followed the procamation: if I want him too.
Shinji was in his fifth song for the eve when there came a sudden ringing of bells from outside the comfortable stone walls of the inn. All at once the tavern fell silent as eyes turned to watch Bently Mirrorshade. He listened for a moment and then his eyes widened, the last they saw of him before he lept down from his stool and began rummaging underneath the bar. At his unseen cue, several other gnomes sprang from hidden corners and passageways: all rushing for the door and knocking crossbows with quarrels. Several men, hardened mercinaries or adventurers, took their own cue from this and sprang for their cloaks and weapons. A few of them started walking for the door just as Mirrorshade emerged from behind the bar covered in gleaming chainmail and carrying a large dwarvish axe in his hands.
"ALRIG'T LIST'N UP! Som'n is approaching through ta fores'. We need eve'y avalible man o' woman to help us def'n ta gates. So if'n ye'd please follow me, if not: then stay 'n here and block ta door."
Several more men and a few women rushed up the stairs to head for their rooms. As they passed Shinji he noticed a few scars on several of them so he assumed that they were heading for armor and weapons for themselves. He turned back in time to see another gnome, a female dressed in robes with a symbol dedicated to Tyr: the god of justice emblazoned on the cuffs and front. She was supporting a taller and thinner female that caused many hearts to leap around the room at her delicate beauty. Her ice blue hair fell in ragged locks that clung to her face and somewhat hid the sharp points of her ears. But her pale skin, the color of a full moon definitly gave away her heritage moreso than anything else: she was a moon elf, and from the large splotch of red that graced the side of her clinging dress she was a wounded elf. In a flash Shinji and a few others were around the gnome and her cargo, gently easing the elf down on a hastily cleared table. Shinji and another man pulled away her clenched fingers so as to inspect the wound in her side and in doing so he caught a glimpse of a silver moon with a crest above the top portion. But it was hidden again beneath the folds of her clothing and more pressing matters came to hand.
"Lea' me trough, lea' me trough'!" Cried the gnome as she hopped onto a table and pushed Shinji's hands away from the elf.
The wound was bad. A deep cut ran down the right side, just above the breast, and continued down until it met her hip.
"Stan' back a bit." The priestess ordered. Once she had some room she cupped her hands together over the angry red cut and began chanting in a prayer to the god of justice, praying for his divine help in saving the mangled woman before her. The prayer finished and a blue glow enveloped the body of the elf and then slowly faded, leaving the wound closed and healed, but still slightly reddish.
The gnome breathed in deeply for a moment or two before looking up at the gathered people.
"Whater ye all gawkin' at! Don you know we've got comp'ny com'n! Git out there an' FIGHT!" She yelled, instantly scattering the people.
Except for Shinji, who stood looking a moment more at the beautiful elf's face before he himself turned and headed out the door.
"Who was that girl? And where did she come from? She...looks familiar, and she's very beautiful...Come off it man, keep yer mind focused. No time to get lovesick."
He continued to argue with his mind as he wrapped his dry cloak around his shoulders and stepped out into the dark, pouring rain. Just in time to witness the front drawbridge and portcullis explode inwards with a sheet of flame and splinters of wood richoceting across the courtyard and stone walls. Men flailed wildly as they were alit with magical flames of hells fury while others screamed as they were launched backwards from impaling pieces of wood and superheated metal that boiled their skin and blood.
It was through that hell of the gate that someone, no: something stepped through the flames and stopped. Shinji felt a chill corse through his frame as he came under momentary scrutiny from the cold black glints of reflected firelight he saw coming through the hood of the cloak that was wrapped around the head of the creature.
"HERE ME MORTALS! For I have come seeking one thing. Your lives will be spared agonizing moments of torture and givin a swift end if you but hand over the elf I saw run in here!"
The creature drew out a sword that gleamed erily bright in the dark stormy night, as though a section of Selune had been broken off and affixed permenantly around the steel. In that moment three brave men: one of them a gnome; charged forward with roars of battle on their lips. Down chopped the sword and the uncomfortably familiar ring of steel against steel echoed across the land. Then there was an unfamiliar sound that made men flinch and grind their teeth. One of the swords opposing the bright blade shattered, and shards went flying into the night sky: flashing brightly with warm light from the buring gates. Then there followed a dull thwack and a muffled scream as a head followed the way of the shards and flew up into the sky, a fountian of blood following from the severed arteries in the neck.
The remaining two men glanced at each other before letting loose another blood-curdling cry and swinging again.
First one blade then the other was deflected and sent spedily into the unprotected ribcages of the others weilder. The two brave souls died from the others attacks, questioning looks on their faces as blood flowed from their mouths.
"FOOLS! FLEE IN FEAR FROM THE WRATH OF SACHIEL, THE ANGEL OF THE BLADE!"
As he lifted his arms high the body of the creature was finally revealed. By the flickering torchlight Shinji and the rest of the now frightened fighters spied a thin, gangly body that wore no clothing and had no genitalia at all. The one thing it did have apparent in its darkly colored body was a wierdly exposed ribcage that surrounded a small red orb that glowed deep red with internal fire. Fire that now started forming itself around the upraised sword and open palm of the remaining hand.
Shinji was afraid.
Silent Notes: Well, hit a writersblock with my other fic Spy vs. Spy and was trying to drum up a story when I finally said "screw it" and relaxed my brain a bit. I had finally gotten my copy of Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon back and was nearly done with the movie when I thought up of an idea. It wasn't a new idea for me because I had already expanded on the original basis with Asuka, My Love. Basicly: Give Shinji a cool sword and a badass set of armor and have him fight the angels similarly equipped. AML was actually the first of any of my original three fics to be liked by more than two people. This fic is probably something that will be expounded upon in several dimensions. One: I know a helluva lot about D&D and the Forgotton Realms lands, I've played the lands for nearly four years and have read way too many books by several authors (Ed Greenwood and R.A. Salvator Kick ASS! Ed was the man who made the FR in the first place and is a excellent writer.) But for this I am going to try and mold the characters into Player Character classes and Races (Elf, Human, Dwarven, Gnome) as their original characters suggest.
I.E. : Shinji is a bard because of his chello, Asuka a paladin because: influence from Children of an Elder God where she plays a red knight, Kensuke plays a gnomish inventor wizard, Toji a dwarven fighter, Hikari: Dunno a Half-elven something. You get the picture.
But enough of this rant. Keep watching for more chapters to be added soon. After all, this is one subject that I can write about endlessly.
Silent One
The Silent One
All characters are owned by (insert owners name here) and not by (insert fanfic authors Psuedonym here). All original storylines for the series are not owned by said author and he has made up this story you are about to read himself. Don't sue me, were not worthy. (Note: Creators of Waynes World please do not sue me either.). And please remember to Review the fic after you have finished, please.
Evangelion: The Forgotten Realms
Chapter One: Rain
It was raining.
It was also nearly winter, and raining.
Combining these factors it turned the day into a gray, dismal, soggy muck.
At least that is what it was for some people. To Shinji the Black: it was just another day in his short life. A life filled with unfufilled vengance waiting to rain down on the heads of those who had murdered his mother. Unfufilled vengance for the father he had never known and who had ordered his own wifes death. Vengance waiting for the secrete organization of shadows: The NERV cloister.
But that wasn't important now. What was is that Shinji was cold, tired, hungry, and wet. Very wet.
He continued on in spite of all of this, ignoring the nasty mud and clawing trees illuminated by sudden flashes of lightning from the angry clouds high above him.
"Talos is happy tonight." His weary but melodious voice croaked out as he stopped for a moment to catch his breath and bearings. He gave a grim smile at the sky before facing forward in the darkness and stumbling on. He continued this way for another half hour until he finally spied what he was seeking in that dead of night. The Friendly Arms Inn.
"Gods be praised, I'm finally here."
He scrabbled haphazardly down the hill he was on, at one point slipping in the mud and wet grass and falling quite a ways, and finally arrived at the front portcullis. Two guards, decked in chainmail and each carrying a pike and longsword straightened at his approach and demanded he remove the hood of his cloak that Shinji kept up. He complied, revealing a face that was thin and fair, framed by long locks of raven black hair and unshading eyes of deep blue that from a distance appeared to be brown or black.
"What be ye name traveler?" Asked the right guard.
"Shinji the Black. Out of the Greenfields." The blue lipped boy replied. For indeed he was a boy, barely out of his eighteenth birthday. The guards looked at him for a moment and then inspected his backpack and belongings. They found his small collection of daggers, his bastard sword: old and tarnished in its anchient sheath, and his harp.
"Ye'r a bard lad?"
"I play." Shinji nodded his head, droplets of water falling from his matted locks of hair.
"Well, I do belive the inn'd be want'n ye to play a piece or two for them. Bently might even charge less ifn'd you do that." One guard replied.
"I'll keep aware of that. Thank ye kindly."
"Right, now: remember townly rules do apply here. So don' go killin noone we know an ye'll be fine off in here."
"Yes, of course."
He passed through without another incident and quickly made his way across the open courtyard and up the steps of the Friendly Arm Inn. The only inn after Beregost and before the port of Baldur's Gate. The heavy oak door swung open with a creak and Shinji stepped into the blessed warmth of the room, letting the conversation wash over him. Quickly enough one of the serving wenches swept up to him, letting her eyes quickly run over his face as she appraised him quickly. He blushed at her prying eyes but managed to ask one question.
"Can you t-tell me where the i-innkeeper is?" He was shaking badly from the cold that lingered in his wet clothes.
"Yes I can. 'Es over at the bar. Ye can see him for room and goods as well as a tankard or two of our ales." She coyly responded, helping off the sodden black cloak and hanging it on a rack filled with smilarly drenched garments.
"Thanks." Was all she heard before he had wandered off into the crowd.
Shinji threaded his way through the loud and boisterous people that populated the one lonely inn north of Candelkeep and managed not to stumble into anyone as he finally reached the bar. Only to find no one behind it.
Shinji was about to turn away when he heard a loud and thick voice call up to him over the ceder woodwork.
"Can I help ye lad?"
Shinji turned and peered over the bar to find a short, squat, wrinkled face of a gnome staring up at him from behind wire rimmed glasses.
"Yes. I'm looking for room tonight. Any avalible?"
"One, but 'ts the bards 'oom and can only tak'n by the play'r o tee even'n."
"I see." Shinji dreaded this moment. He rapidly thought of his possibilites out in the cold of the storm and dismissed them rapidly, he personally thought he might as well brave the storm because there was no way anyone would like his songs enough to let him stay for the night...but, what the hell. "Well then my good gnome, consider it filled because a player has arrived."
Shinji pulled his harp from its waterproof casing, the only thing in his sack that wasn't wet at all! And strummed it a bit, making adjustments to the strings before pulling up a seat and setting the instrument gently on his leg. He began to pick and strum, letting a melody come by itself as it always did. He found the song starting off gently and then turning meloncholy. He opened his mouth soon afterwards and began to sing.
"One was tall, gracious and fair.
The other shorter and with a face full with hair.
The first a poet with beauty and love to spare,
the second a beliver with power and ideals.
They were unlikely, but somehow fated,
To be united and treated with a son.
But disaster soon followed, and murder was done.
The poet was slain, by none other than her husband.
And the son was left alone to die.
But die he did not, instead he flourished.
And in his spare time he nourished a hatred,
for those who slayed his mother.
Vengence he cried, when will I recive it?
Be it from the gods or be it from my sword.
He does not know, for he travels still evermore.
Resting fretfully in the night, trusting little.
He races for destiny: sword flashing bright in his hands
As he fights and slays, trying to strike at those who he hates.
The ones who created the creature he became.
The ones who created the pit of darkness his soul now finds fufilling
As his enemies gut spill out onto his hands."
The last chords of the song he finished in silence, the entire inn had gone silent but for a few stray noises that came from plates and tankards and from the old floorboards of the inn itself. The last string fell silent and he let his gaze wander over the turned faces in the crowd. One younger man was the first to break the silence.
"Pray young sir! Would ye tell us who the song is about?"
"A friend of mine," Shinji answered as he started up another tune, this one lighter than that before. "Last I heard he nearly died somewhere south of here."
"Well, best not to dwell on such things good sir. Pray, string us another tune." Sang out another, this pronouncement was followed by a racous roar of approval that made Shinji's face turn red.
So he played.
*******************************************
"Do you know what you are to do?" A darkly dressed and cloaked figure asked the creature that stood brooding next to him. That creature took a moment to turn his deep obsidion eyes towards the figure and growl impatiently at it before turning back to peer through the shroud of rain.
"Do you know what to do?" The figure asked again. This time accompanied by a faint rasp of steel rubbing against leather.
"Yes. I will not fail, Master Assasin."
"Be sure you do not. Go."
As the cloaked figure watched impassivly the dark-eyed creature sprang from underneath the small outcropping of rock that shielded them from the fury of Talos and splashed off into the deep dark of the night, uncannily dodging left and right around trees as though it was the brightest day in all of Faerun. And the figure laughed, his ebony colored hand easily resheathing the black dagger in its hidden place.
"Soon, my masters plan will come to fruitation." An unspoken statement followed the procamation: if I want him too.
Shinji was in his fifth song for the eve when there came a sudden ringing of bells from outside the comfortable stone walls of the inn. All at once the tavern fell silent as eyes turned to watch Bently Mirrorshade. He listened for a moment and then his eyes widened, the last they saw of him before he lept down from his stool and began rummaging underneath the bar. At his unseen cue, several other gnomes sprang from hidden corners and passageways: all rushing for the door and knocking crossbows with quarrels. Several men, hardened mercinaries or adventurers, took their own cue from this and sprang for their cloaks and weapons. A few of them started walking for the door just as Mirrorshade emerged from behind the bar covered in gleaming chainmail and carrying a large dwarvish axe in his hands.
"ALRIG'T LIST'N UP! Som'n is approaching through ta fores'. We need eve'y avalible man o' woman to help us def'n ta gates. So if'n ye'd please follow me, if not: then stay 'n here and block ta door."
Several more men and a few women rushed up the stairs to head for their rooms. As they passed Shinji he noticed a few scars on several of them so he assumed that they were heading for armor and weapons for themselves. He turned back in time to see another gnome, a female dressed in robes with a symbol dedicated to Tyr: the god of justice emblazoned on the cuffs and front. She was supporting a taller and thinner female that caused many hearts to leap around the room at her delicate beauty. Her ice blue hair fell in ragged locks that clung to her face and somewhat hid the sharp points of her ears. But her pale skin, the color of a full moon definitly gave away her heritage moreso than anything else: she was a moon elf, and from the large splotch of red that graced the side of her clinging dress she was a wounded elf. In a flash Shinji and a few others were around the gnome and her cargo, gently easing the elf down on a hastily cleared table. Shinji and another man pulled away her clenched fingers so as to inspect the wound in her side and in doing so he caught a glimpse of a silver moon with a crest above the top portion. But it was hidden again beneath the folds of her clothing and more pressing matters came to hand.
"Lea' me trough, lea' me trough'!" Cried the gnome as she hopped onto a table and pushed Shinji's hands away from the elf.
The wound was bad. A deep cut ran down the right side, just above the breast, and continued down until it met her hip.
"Stan' back a bit." The priestess ordered. Once she had some room she cupped her hands together over the angry red cut and began chanting in a prayer to the god of justice, praying for his divine help in saving the mangled woman before her. The prayer finished and a blue glow enveloped the body of the elf and then slowly faded, leaving the wound closed and healed, but still slightly reddish.
The gnome breathed in deeply for a moment or two before looking up at the gathered people.
"Whater ye all gawkin' at! Don you know we've got comp'ny com'n! Git out there an' FIGHT!" She yelled, instantly scattering the people.
Except for Shinji, who stood looking a moment more at the beautiful elf's face before he himself turned and headed out the door.
"Who was that girl? And where did she come from? She...looks familiar, and she's very beautiful...Come off it man, keep yer mind focused. No time to get lovesick."
He continued to argue with his mind as he wrapped his dry cloak around his shoulders and stepped out into the dark, pouring rain. Just in time to witness the front drawbridge and portcullis explode inwards with a sheet of flame and splinters of wood richoceting across the courtyard and stone walls. Men flailed wildly as they were alit with magical flames of hells fury while others screamed as they were launched backwards from impaling pieces of wood and superheated metal that boiled their skin and blood.
It was through that hell of the gate that someone, no: something stepped through the flames and stopped. Shinji felt a chill corse through his frame as he came under momentary scrutiny from the cold black glints of reflected firelight he saw coming through the hood of the cloak that was wrapped around the head of the creature.
"HERE ME MORTALS! For I have come seeking one thing. Your lives will be spared agonizing moments of torture and givin a swift end if you but hand over the elf I saw run in here!"
The creature drew out a sword that gleamed erily bright in the dark stormy night, as though a section of Selune had been broken off and affixed permenantly around the steel. In that moment three brave men: one of them a gnome; charged forward with roars of battle on their lips. Down chopped the sword and the uncomfortably familiar ring of steel against steel echoed across the land. Then there was an unfamiliar sound that made men flinch and grind their teeth. One of the swords opposing the bright blade shattered, and shards went flying into the night sky: flashing brightly with warm light from the buring gates. Then there followed a dull thwack and a muffled scream as a head followed the way of the shards and flew up into the sky, a fountian of blood following from the severed arteries in the neck.
The remaining two men glanced at each other before letting loose another blood-curdling cry and swinging again.
First one blade then the other was deflected and sent spedily into the unprotected ribcages of the others weilder. The two brave souls died from the others attacks, questioning looks on their faces as blood flowed from their mouths.
"FOOLS! FLEE IN FEAR FROM THE WRATH OF SACHIEL, THE ANGEL OF THE BLADE!"
As he lifted his arms high the body of the creature was finally revealed. By the flickering torchlight Shinji and the rest of the now frightened fighters spied a thin, gangly body that wore no clothing and had no genitalia at all. The one thing it did have apparent in its darkly colored body was a wierdly exposed ribcage that surrounded a small red orb that glowed deep red with internal fire. Fire that now started forming itself around the upraised sword and open palm of the remaining hand.
Shinji was afraid.
Silent Notes: Well, hit a writersblock with my other fic Spy vs. Spy and was trying to drum up a story when I finally said "screw it" and relaxed my brain a bit. I had finally gotten my copy of Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon back and was nearly done with the movie when I thought up of an idea. It wasn't a new idea for me because I had already expanded on the original basis with Asuka, My Love. Basicly: Give Shinji a cool sword and a badass set of armor and have him fight the angels similarly equipped. AML was actually the first of any of my original three fics to be liked by more than two people. This fic is probably something that will be expounded upon in several dimensions. One: I know a helluva lot about D&D and the Forgotton Realms lands, I've played the lands for nearly four years and have read way too many books by several authors (Ed Greenwood and R.A. Salvator Kick ASS! Ed was the man who made the FR in the first place and is a excellent writer.) But for this I am going to try and mold the characters into Player Character classes and Races (Elf, Human, Dwarven, Gnome) as their original characters suggest.
I.E. : Shinji is a bard because of his chello, Asuka a paladin because: influence from Children of an Elder God where she plays a red knight, Kensuke plays a gnomish inventor wizard, Toji a dwarven fighter, Hikari: Dunno a Half-elven something. You get the picture.
But enough of this rant. Keep watching for more chapters to be added soon. After all, this is one subject that I can write about endlessly.
Silent One