Category: D&D Story Campaign

  • Angel


    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. 

  • Research


    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…

  • Missing Compatriots

    Missing Compatriots

    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.

  • New Power

    New Power

    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?

  • The Missing Vial

    The Missing Vial

    Where is it? Where the fuck is it? I searched everything. Zand was hurting, but the pain would fade, but the despair returned stronger than the prior day and he was fighting it. That was the worst thing to do when the madness came.

  • The Cursed Morning

    The Cursed Morning

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

  • Missing Compatriots

    Missing Compatriots

    The boys slept and Alushtas fell into a soft slumber himself. The women never returned. No footsteps padded across the floor in the middle of the night. The world woke with a new dawn and Alushtas was awake with the crowing of the far off rooster. 

  • Renewed Vigor

    Renewed Vigor

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

  • Changeling


    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.

  • Nightmares


    Sleep didn’t immediately take me. It never did. I had learned long ago to fake sleep so my mother wouldn’t hurt me, or make things worse. I felt the eyes on me. All those eyes watching me, and only one set seemed at all to care. And only one I cared about.

  • Pissed Off and Following

    Pissed Off and Following

    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.

  • Dreaming of My Queen

    Dreaming of My Queen

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

  • Hands on

    Hands on

    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. 

  • Into Dreamland

    Into Dreamland

    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.

  • Sleep


    What an interesting group! So much fun.

  • Feelings…


    al’Zand was being a prick. Well not really. Just wasn’t playing along. But Rosana was easy t o manipulate — easy to toy with so she did. That was her thing after all. al’Zand was too occupied with the boy. 

  • Curing the Sadness

    Curing the Sadness

    There was a darkening of Zand’s eyes. He smiled and his eyes smiled when he looked at me, but the despair of the Leech fell upon some quicker than others.

  • Deepening Sadness

    Deepening Sadness

    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.

  • What’s the Game?

    What’s the Game?

    Miranda wouldn’t take no for an answer. She ushered us all up the stairs and into their very spacious room. I didn’t have time to protest and when I opened my mouth Miranda just smiled and pressed a finger to my lips., leaned in and whispered, “We all want something here.”

  • Moving On…

    Moving On…

    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…

  • Conversations


    The food was hot and passable. Zand seemed a little less concerned after I told him why I was cold, but not much. He made sure I ate and growled a little under his breathe when Oog ate one of the loaves of bread. I couldn’t eat it anyway. I would probably make myself sick…