This is a short fanfic I once did for D&P over at the old forum, now lost to spam...
The fic has been done with full permission from Caitlin (the blessed almighty Goddess that she is) who DID get a review of the first part of the story... after having seen the later parts she probably regretted her permission...
The story has nothing to do with present continuity, and probably never will...
The reason for this being in readable English, goes by the name of Mravac Kid.
There are 4 parts, and I will post them as I did originally, despite a few errors I've later found and fixed.
C&C is always welcome...
Part 1
“Is she gone?” The nervous whisper from the closet interrupted Brigthons silent praying.
Very slowly he moved a little bit forward and peeked out from below the bed. The room was indeed empty.
“It’s ok, she’s gone!” Brigthon pulled himself completely out from under the bed and stood up, irritated brushing himself from dust and cobwebs.
A low creaking was heard from the closet, then the door opened and Karo stuck his head out and looked around. When he didn’t see anything more dangerous than a slightly dirty and mumbling Brigthon, he broke into a wide grin and stepped out. While he did so, a little frog crawled out from his breast-pocket and positioned itself on his right shoulder.
“Boy! Am I glad she didn’t catch us! Even through the keyhole she looked mean enough to sleep in broken glass and crack nuts with her armpits… where has she received the Call? The rockery?”
Brigthon nodded, even smiling a little “Well, it wasn’t her we came looking for, so obviously we’ve hit the wrong room, let’s get out and try another wi….” His eyes focused on the window they’d accessed through. It was a nice window, broad enough to accommodate a medium figure and not so high above the floor that you would have to climb to get back out again. However, currently it lacked the rope they had used to scale the walls.
He swallowed… “Karo… tell me YOU did fasten the rope after I removed the grappling hook?”
Karo smiled sheepishly: “Nope, I thought you did? Sorry, I panicked when I heard Mrs. Stronginthearm turn the key in the lock!”
Brigthon cursed mildly, He himself hadn’t hesitated either when he’d heard the door being unlocked, but dived beneath the bed with reflexes keen on keeping him safe and sound.
He sat down on the bed with a worried scowl.
“How are we going to continue from here? She is not here, and if we must go search for her…” his voice trailed off, and he looked down at himself… “I think we might stick out more than a little bit in an all-female college… don’t you think?”
He punched his fist into the sheets “Drat! I wish we’d never taken that quest from the baron. This sneaking around nuns private quarters isn’t the proper stuff of ballads!”
Lost in gloomy contemplations of their situation, he absentmindedly opened a small drawer in the cupboard next to the bed and looked into it. He instantly went red and hammered the drawer shut again, looking around and whistling a tune nonchalantly.
Karo, his back turned and only listening with half an ear, was busy rummaging through the contents of his former hiding place. It mostly consisted of various nun-outfits, as diverging as an Invokers arsenal.
He cocked his head a little as if listening to something Brigthon couldn’t hear, replying to whatever it was he heard
“Ok, it’s an idea, but do you think it’ll work? Nope, stripes won’t do… okay!”
Then he turned his head and looked back at Brigthon with a huge grin
Brigthon looked at him more than a little perplexed and worried… “What? What?”
He told him.
Brighthon groaned.
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They moved down the hallway slowly, trying to act like they were just ordinary moving pieces of the hall-scenery, and not trespassing at all.
Luckily for them the hallway was quite empty for a good while, but when they rounded a corner they suddenly saw a stern middle-aged woman with the emblems of a Hall-Mistress coming in their direction, they felt their luck running to a halt.
Quickly they both turned and suddenly appeared to be lost in admiration of a brightly painted fresco, depicting the God Ilnus delivering the 116 recipes to his faithful.
The ruse seemed to work because the Mistress walked right past behind them, not giving them a second look.
As soon as she had passed, they both hurriedly turned to continue, then abruptly stopped as they heard the commanding voice behind them: “Where are you heading at this time of night sisters? Why are you not in your cells or in the Hall, preparing for the teachings tomorrow?”
Brigthon pulled the hood closer to hide his blushing face, but Karo turned and gave the Hall-Mistress a bright smile
“Oh, it’s just sister Brigthie!” he motioned towards Brigthon that felt himself getting smaller. “She isn’t feeling very well so I was taking her to the… sickroom!”
“Sickroom? You mean the hospital? Then you are in the wrong wing… “She looked at them again “Pray young sisters, I don’t remember you in the staff… who are you?” She gave them a searching look that Brighton felt could look right through their disguises and probably scorch the wall behind them.
“Oh! You wouldn’t remember us” Brigthon could hear Karo’s voice rise into a nervous pitch “We’ve just arrived, being transferred from the school in… Torque. Yep! That’s right, Torgue!”
“Oh… you’re from that heathen pit Then I guess that’s why your manners are as they are” she scowled “But it won’t be tolerated much longer! Here we work on discipline, teachers and girls alike!”
“Now, get to the hospital and get a remedy for you sister “ She nodded towards Brigthon who bowed deeply to hide his face, “… and then get back to your cells.”!
She turned to leave, but was stopped by Karo, “Eh… where is the hospital?”
“Down the hall, up the stairs, second wing to the right, just opposite the student’s dormitory…” she replied, waving her hand around like if her gestures would magically engrave the directions in their minds.
“Dormitory?” Karo’s face broke into a smile that, if it has been any wider, would have caused the top of his head to fall off. “Right you are Mistress! We’ll hurry along to the dor… hospital!”
He took Brigthon by his arm and almost pushed him down the corridor.
When they were out if sight and earshot Karo made a little jump in delight. “The dormitory! Off course, that’s where she is… and we even got directions! I told you it would work!”
He grinned, “Actually. I’m sure glad we left that big oaf Ulf outside, I don’t think we could have talked him through… although he would have been nice to have at hand should the nutcracker had found us!”
He giggled, obviously imagining the Orc’s hulking stature being stuffed into a nun’s outfit.
“Actually, I think he was the smart one staying out of this…” Brigthon thought, nothing seeing the fun, his face still burning red from the embarrassing situation of finding himself in nuns outfit and being referred to as ‘Brigthie’.
“Come on! Let’s find her and get her out of here before this situation gets any more stickier!” he told Karo as they both hurried along.