Truth be told, I've never actually seen
the original BG opening...until recently that is. I'm one of the ones who've only ever played the second game, and BG:EE was the first exposure to the original game.
That being said, BG:EE has been a real treat for me! Now I not only understand all of the first-game-references/jokes from the second game, but I also get to see how the full story began and see it unravel.
As far as the new opening was concerned, I'd seen plenty of people debating and complaining about how the old opening was so much better, captured the "mood" more effectively, though the new artwork is awesome, and...blah-blah-blah. So I decided to look up the original, and, low-and-behold, I could watch it on youtube.
I'd been thinking of writing a fanfiction of Baldur's Gate for a while, to help get those creative juices flowing for my own works, and after seeing the opening... I guess you could say I got a little inspired. And thus, this was created.
Could this be the start of a fanfiction? Perhaps. But in the meantime, here's a nice pretty prose-rendition of the original BG opening.
I hope you enjoy it~ And feedback is always welcome!
(Disclaimer: the dialogue used in this work was taken from the original game. It is not mine. Same with the quote. Everything in between, however, is
***Prologue“He who fights with monsters should look to it that he himself does not become a monster… when you gaze long into the abyss the abyss also gazes into you…” -Friedrich Nietzshe
A jagged flash of lightning cracked across the sky, and dimmed the full moon’s glow for just an instance. The dark stormclouds have already stretched themselves over the lower reaches of the city, save for the tall citadel that pierced the sky with dark, gothic spikes. Another roar of thunder rung out, before the door at the top of the citadel opened.
A man stumbled out, dressed in battered platemail armor and a horned helmet that hid most of his face. He limped forward, and huffed a heavy sigh of exhaustion as he fell on his knees. He’d barely gotten out of there alive as he scrambled up the long staircase, tripping over his own metal-cast feet. He dared not even look over his shoulder, lest he see his assailant, and his eyes, those burning, terrible eyes…!
Thunder rumbled through the storm again, but it was the banging from the door that startled him. Suddenly, a tall, armored figure crashed through the door, so hard that it broke off from its hinges.
His entire head was encased in a helmet carved from the skull of a horned beast, with rows of teeth encircling his face. Curved spikes grew out of his pauldrons and gauntlets, piercing the air like a monster’s claws before the killing blow. His eyes glowed in the dark of night, a sick, burnished yellow brimming with power…and evil.
The fleeing warrior spun around on the floor, and despite the metal locked against his body, he shook with very noticeable fear. The sight brought a grin to the dark one’s yellow eyes, and he let out a low chuckle as he stepped closer.
“N-No, you can’t…” the warrior stuttered as he struggled to push himself away from his hunter. He couldn’t even regain his footing, with the fear weakening his legs.
The dark one only laughed harder, and pointed a metal-encrusted finger at his victim.
“I will be the last,” he said, “and you
will go first…”
He came closer. The warrior crawled away on the floor, until his back hit the fence. Finally, he got to his feet, pulling himself up with the help of the bars.
“Th-There are others,” he stammered, “I-I can show you… Please!”
He turned his head, and yanked at the fence’s bars. There had to be a way out. Any way out, a gate, a loose bar, a crack he could squeeze himself through…
But that was his mistake—he felt his hunter grab hold of his head, and slammed him against the fence with inhuman strength. He fell to the ground, and his helmet fell off, clattering against the stone floor. Blood leaked down his nostrils, and his eyesight blurred as his heartbeat pounded against the inside of his skull.
He lay there dazed a moment before he saw the metal boot of his hunter set down in front of him. But before he could move, cold metal fingers wrapped around his throat, and he was dragged back on his feet. He struggled to even breathe as the sharp metal points jabbed into his throat.
Suddenly, he wasn’t even touching the ground anymore. His assailant was lifting him into the air, with just the grip of one hand. A terrorized scream ruptured from his lungs, earning another low, growling laughter from the horned hunter. And he slammed into the railing yet again, only this time, the bars snapped broken, and the metal curled against the momentum of his body weight.
He tried to put his foot down, only to feel it slide against the slanted roof. He dared not look down; the citadel was an easy ten stories above the rest of the city’s buildings. He could only stare into the hungry yellow eyes of his enemy… A murderer, a fighter, a monster, capable of terrible power and destruction. He would be the last…and he will
The warrior reached for the hand wrapped around his throat, but he couldn’t even free a finger. He fought to work air into his lungs, to plead for his life, but the words were lost in pained whispers that barely blew past his teeth.
Then a snap, and a sickening crack, and his neck was broken. The man fell limp in the hunter’s grasp, the life gone from his gaze, and another low, victorious laugh bubbled to the surface. He could almost feel the power rising up from within him, the power it took to take another’s life.
But this wasn’t enough. No, it could never be enough… One man, one pathetic man whose dying breath begged for life until the very end. He needed more, more death to drink from, more bones to serve as the pillar of his throne.
Lightning split the sky once more, and with a grunt of dissatisfaction, he tossed the body over the side of the citadel. He barely heard the crunch of bones under the rumbling thunder. The last he saw of the poor fool was his blood flowing from his corpse. Like a red river carving a path through the hills, perfectly melding into the ebbs and contours of the cobblestone road…