Category: D&D Story Campaign
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Alushtas followed the men folk to the table. The boggle helped himself to bread delivered to the frail looking boy who could only be his half brother. In the dim light of the inn he didn’t doubt it anymore.
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Miranda immediately fell into her lie of their nuptials and it annoyed the fuck out of me. The boy in my arms didn’t react favorably to the news. He’d fallen a little. Maybe it was just the chills getting to him finally.
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The stars aligned. Or it was all a bunch of coincidences rolled into one. Miranda jumped up at the sight of three men walking in. The bright blue-eyed man sighed heavily as she approached, but he offered her a bag and more instruments and Miranda clapped her hands.
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The boggle spoke with the boy fluent in Sylvan. Their conversation was interesting. Why would the boy need boggle oil? And oddly enough, he looked like his father, the same shape of eyes, the pallor of his skin. It had been a while since Alushtas had seen Riva, but there was no mistaking his father’s…
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Fate had a way of bringing people together. I recognized the pack carried by the man at the end of the alley. He dropped our things as he picked up the gross-looking creature, but it was the way the beautiful boy pleaded with me and the other man’s voice pervading my thoughts. Here he was…
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I looked at him with pleading eyes. I could feel my lip quivering. The man with the blue eyes stared back at me. “Please, don’t let him kill the boggle.”
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Rosana nodded. “I’m looking for a boy about sixteen. Half elf who creates a very special elixir that apparently he brews from Boggle oil. You wouldn’t know where any boggles are?”
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The red head was wary of her advances and Miranda understood. New city — new dangers. But this woman looked like she could handle herself. And after she offered to help, the woman looked at Miranda with even more caution. A devastating smile swept across Miranda’s lips and she winked with a seductive lick of…
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Blue eyes stared at me. My side aches and I found it hard to breathe. Whether it was from the blow or from the intense state of the man in front of me, I didn’t know. He was beautiful.
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The Raven Queen didn’t care about one’s misdeeds as most other gods and goddesses, but she cared about how you felt about it yourself. Never take shame in your actions. Stand proud and follow in your path no matter where it guides you. And today Alushtas’ path lie in front of a thief carrying things…
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Rosana ordered whatever was on the special. Turned out to be some sort of stew that looked horrible, but tasted much better.
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I needed to chase after my things, but I couldn’t pull myself away from those eyes. The slim face that held them looked underfed and hollow. He winced as he moved away, but he never broke my gaze.
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al’Zand hadn’t returned and Miranda was parched. She took a break, much to the house’s regret. The crowd spit and spewed words she dared not repeat — not from a lady. She scoffed in her mind.
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I was so tired. But the thought of running out of Tranquil drove me into the city and into the disparate locations where I might find a Boggle. In my mother’s prison, Boggle’s came to me. I might not be so lucky so far from the Leech. It felt less here, but when darkness descended…
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The city was fabulous. I hadn’t found who I was looking for. But then I hadn’t even bothered to stop and ask either. The sun sank in the sky. The moon rose and the feeling of home settled upon the land. It was comforting in the grays and the despair from the Leech, while only…
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The thief darted into the back halls and out into the alley behind the Inn. I followed at top speed, bouncing into the walls on a sharp corner, cracking whatever weakened rot fill board I’d landed against. “Fuck!”
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Such a fool. Miranda watched al’Zand leave his post on the stage to chase after some ruffian. Things were replaceable. He had his lute, that’s all he needed. She’d miss the cute little outfits she’d brought, but some other person might love them more. Miranda kept all her prized possessions on her body at all…
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It was probably best to find a room. The guild would provide for one, but Rosana hoped to not be in the area for long, find the kid with the recipe and be gone by nightfall. At least, that was the plan. Ashbourne was not a place she wanted to be.
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It was so real. Like it was only yesterday when I opened my eyes and found the broken and bloodied body of my mother. The only person I knew in my entire life, and the woman who locked me up for my safety. At least that was what she said as she spat in my…
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This was a strange new world. The colors were so vibrant, yet the town’s folk he’d talk to said the opposite. Everything was so drab and boring. Back home there was no color, unless you counted shades of gray color.
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t wasn’t hard sneaking aboard the Cardiff. And it wasn’t hard changing my appearance as the days stayed off their stow away radar. I was just another crew member or a ghost they thought they saw.
The Mind of Nox 