Stories tagged “D&D”
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Genesis
In the beginning there was nothing, or at least that what it seemed like. Really, there was just me, and my desire to meet someone here in this new alien place called ‘school’. I had been to the big city before. My grandparents lived here a...
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The Sacrifice of Saffron Truefoot
“I’ll go,” the halfling said stepping forward. Heads turned, human and elven, but not the half-ogre who stood between her and the devil. A smile spread across the devil’s face, his tail twitched. “Are you certain? The cont...
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The Beholder's Eyes
The swarthy human with the dashing grin and golden blonde hair was talking agitatedly with a large floating monster. The monster had one enormous central eye, and a myriad of tentacle like stalks all ending in eyes. “Look, C’h’caaa, y...
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The Chosen
C’h’caaa surveyed the beauty of each contestant. There were strength, intelligence, love, power, and so many other traits present, yet there was no clear answer. Each individual was beautiful in its own way… C’h’caaa turne...
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If Only She Knew
C’h’caaa watched, all its eyes focused on the girl as she let go of her human mother’s hand and walked nervously through the muttering crowd. Her eyes, two small violet specks, were focused on its largest one; the one that was nearly ...
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Roll a 20 and find the hidden door already.
Narrator: Four adventures had set out across the land to vanquis the evil wizard Draziw and free the kingdom of Modgnik… Rengar: Is that the best you can do, all the names are just nouns backwards. Narrator: Shut up it fits! Now as I was saying t...
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Be Nice to the Halfling
Urkral, Dwarven Guardian of the Lands of Whurduum, climbs into position on the razor sharp crag. His breathing slows as he waits for his prey. His fingers tighten on the leather grip of his zweihammer. Urkral lunges off the cliff towards the hobgoblin ...
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Thorg and Spannael
“Wots this then?” the customs inspector pulled a bit of junk from the sack of junk Thorg had dumped on the desk. Spannael, being patted down by a surly guard, leaned over to look at it. “Nothing, innit? Just a bit o’ shine from ...
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The Eternal Sword
All my companions and all my enemies lay slain. Battered, sliced, broken and maimed bodies littered the cobblestones behind me as I stood before the last door at the end of the hallway. Checking for traps I disarmed the dart shooter in the recessed doo...