Category: D&D Story Campaign

al’Zand curled up tighter into his bedroll clutching his head. The pain had subsided, but the conversation behind him ate at his conscious. He had messed up something. Something was wrong. Ghosts and darkness ebbed and flowed at his perpherials. 

It wasn’t hard to find the guild house. It wasn’t too far from the Sacred Horses. After insuring that his follower had been evaded Hadril made his way into the confines of the guild house of the Macabre Genesis. The building was a three story discreetly set building along the main drag of the Dock…

Miranda came stomping in and ae’Nyx didn’t answer his question. Though Miranda was grumpy and she felt different. A bit darker then when she came. Alushtas just shrugs.

Miranda’s thoughts ranged from how she could extract revenge on al’Zand, how to find Rosana again, or should she even, why did she care to how she could free her self from her patron?

Rain woke me up kicking my feet and I groaned with pain. “Ow. My fucking head.” I curled up in my bedroll again

Miranda followed Rosana until she slipped down the dark alleyway. The darkness obscured her vision, but the woman just vanished from sight. 

Down the stairs and out into the night, Rosana ran. It wasn’t exactly fleeing, but she had what she needed and the boy didn’t matter.

When noone fell for her dramatics Miranda was more upset than she had pretended to be. Never once had her attempts to manipulate a man failed so spectacularly as they had just then. al’Zand had only eyes for the boy — they all did and it irked her beyond recognition.

Sleep came and so did the dreams. And for once Alushtas was more than grateful to relay the message.

The vial was the only thing that Rosana had eyes for. The murky mixture smelled of herbs. She watched al’Zand carefully but it didn’t seem to have any visible effects. 

ae’Nyx handed him the vial and then pretended to go to sleep. It was a feint of embarrassment or anxiousness but I held the vial in my fingers and watched the slow change in ae’Nyx’s breathing. The rise and fall of his chest slowed to sleep and he was taken into oblivion.

What an interesting group! So much fun.

His eyes were bewitching me. I couldn’t think about anything else. Miranda ushered us off and I didn’t protest. She was getting bossy. No more bossier than usual but it was starting to irk me.

The boys were having an exhausting talk. Though the insider information that the handsome knight looking man’s name was amusing. Miranda didn’t want to giggle, but she felt the same as ae’Nyx. It was a silly play on words. And he would thus be called Rain from here on out — apparently ae’Nyx thought so…