Noses Out of Joint
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Category:
+A through F › Baldur's Gate
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
3,591
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Baldurs Gate, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Noses Out of Joint
A/N: Narri is my Player Character.
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As the group packed up their equipment getting ready to break camp Nalia was surprised to see Narri swearing as she franticly pulled all her things out of her pack.
“What’s wrong?” She asked. “Something missing?”
“My diary!” Narri said, checking her scroll case yet again. “It’s not here!”
“I thought I saw you take it with you when you went to the stream to have a bath last night.” Nalia said. “Maybe you left it there.”
Narri stopped her search, thinking back to her bath the previous evening.
“I did.” She sighed, slapping a hand to her forehead. “I must have dropped it on the way back.” She groaned as she got up. “I’ll be back in a sec.” She said and head down to the stream.
Narri scanned the ground along the path to the stream for her missing book.
She came round a clump of bushes to see a person with their back to her. It was Anomen.
Narri’s eyes narrowed as she saw her lost diary in his hand. He was reading it.
Stepping back behind the bush Narri slowly drew her sword, trying to make no sound.
She carefully snuck up behind the Helmite, thankful she didn’t wear any armour that would rattle and give her away, raised the sword and struck the shoulder plate of Anomen’s armour with the butt of the hilt.
“How dare you!” She yelled as he spun around on her, pulling the Flail of Ages out.
Narri quickly struck his hand, knocking the flail from his grip, following it up by a strike to his head that met with the satisfying crunch of a broken nose as she hooked her foot round one of his legs, tripping him and bringing him crashing to the ground.
Narri straddled the priest’s prone form, sitting on his chest.
“Just be glad I didn’t run you through Helm-boy.” She snarled.
She roughly straightened the bloody mess that she made of Anomen’s nose, calling on the blacking pain of the curse that was her healing ability and channelled it into the none too gentle restoration of the priest’s face. She was maliciously pleased at Anomen’s agonised groan.
“If I ever find you poking that nose of yours in my diary again I’ll smear it across that pretty-boy face and heal it crooked.” Narri said as she stood up.
She left Anomen dazed as she picked up her sword and diary and headed back to the camp.
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As the group packed up their equipment getting ready to break camp Nalia was surprised to see Narri swearing as she franticly pulled all her things out of her pack.
“What’s wrong?” She asked. “Something missing?”
“My diary!” Narri said, checking her scroll case yet again. “It’s not here!”
“I thought I saw you take it with you when you went to the stream to have a bath last night.” Nalia said. “Maybe you left it there.”
Narri stopped her search, thinking back to her bath the previous evening.
“I did.” She sighed, slapping a hand to her forehead. “I must have dropped it on the way back.” She groaned as she got up. “I’ll be back in a sec.” She said and head down to the stream.
Narri scanned the ground along the path to the stream for her missing book.
She came round a clump of bushes to see a person with their back to her. It was Anomen.
Narri’s eyes narrowed as she saw her lost diary in his hand. He was reading it.
Stepping back behind the bush Narri slowly drew her sword, trying to make no sound.
She carefully snuck up behind the Helmite, thankful she didn’t wear any armour that would rattle and give her away, raised the sword and struck the shoulder plate of Anomen’s armour with the butt of the hilt.
“How dare you!” She yelled as he spun around on her, pulling the Flail of Ages out.
Narri quickly struck his hand, knocking the flail from his grip, following it up by a strike to his head that met with the satisfying crunch of a broken nose as she hooked her foot round one of his legs, tripping him and bringing him crashing to the ground.
Narri straddled the priest’s prone form, sitting on his chest.
“Just be glad I didn’t run you through Helm-boy.” She snarled.
She roughly straightened the bloody mess that she made of Anomen’s nose, calling on the blacking pain of the curse that was her healing ability and channelled it into the none too gentle restoration of the priest’s face. She was maliciously pleased at Anomen’s agonised groan.
“If I ever find you poking that nose of yours in my diary again I’ll smear it across that pretty-boy face and heal it crooked.” Narri said as she stood up.
She left Anomen dazed as she picked up her sword and diary and headed back to the camp.