What Is ‘Adventures Of Vilven Ledsong’?

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What Is ‘Adventures Of Vilven Ledson’?

Just over a year ago, I began Running a One Person Dungeons & Dragons Campaign, with a Single Player.

A year plus later, the Campaign continues, and has Created & Left behind an immense amount of Story and Content.

My Player has fallen in love with her Character, a Water Genasi Warlock named ‘Vilven Ledsong’…

…so much so that last October she began Writing a Blog Retelling our Campaign’s Story from Day 1.

After Posting 10 Chapters/Posts, she decided she wanted to start Commissioning some Art for the Posts.

But first she needed to find an Artist, which she did in @living_silver

This First Piece of Art (Above) is of Vilven about midway through the Campaign (Maybe Level 8, she’s now Level 16), with her Patron behind her, ‘Areiden’, a Water Elemental (Water Lord with an Immense amount of Power).

My Player is Writing the Blogs, based on the Stories we’ve formed together as Dungeon Master & Player, and I’m contributing towards the Dialog of many of the NPC’s (Non Player Characters) I’ve created along the way.

But Vilven is all her.

I encourage you to check it out, she is a Gifted Writer, who I approached several years back to help me with a ReWrite of a Fantasy Novel I wrote, and have yet to Self Publish.

Enjoy!

Chapter I: Ouroboros

Chapter II: Pact Magic

Chapter III: Choice And Notice

Chapter IV: Meeting Wiendle

Chapter V – Catlike

Chapter VI – Encountering A Wizard

Chapter VII – A Charge And A Flame

Chapter VIII – Followed By A Lion

Chapter IX – Acquiescence

Chapter X – A Dialogue Of Friends

Chapter XI – Ineffective Planning

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Adventures Of Vilven Ledsong (Chapter XI) – Ineffective Planning

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Chapter XI Of My Current Campaign, Which Began A Year Ago, As Written/Retold By My Player Who Plays Vilven

Chapter I: Ouroboros

Chapter II: Pact Magic

Chapter III: Choice And Notice

Chapter IV: Meeting Wiendle

Chapter V – Catlike

Chapter VI – Encountering A Wizard

Chapter VII – A Charge And A Flame

Chapter VIII – Followed By A Lion

Chapter IX – Acquiescence

Chapter X – A Dialogue Of Friends

CHAPTER XI

The next morning Jaren came to consciousness, but in agony from his aching injuries, passed out again within minutes. Wiendle was very worried about him, but Vilven, silently, was relieved he was still even alive, as the cuts and bruises on his body looked dire. The Goblins seemed to have fanatically jabbed and slashed all over, with little finesse, but with efficiency nonetheless.

After their intimate talk the previous night, Grid revealing the tragic history of Beaumont by the Dragon Sabot and Vilven revealing her choice to make a Pact with Areiden, they took turns on watch. They were both a little jumpy at the prospect of more Goblins, or worse, coming into the camp. It was Grid who made the official decision that they needed to leave, as he determined the location was too dangerous to dwell in for another night. They all agreed, especially Wiendle, but that forced them to figure out what to do about the hurt guard that lay before them. After a quick conversation, they determined that the best thing to do was for Grid to carry Jaren over his shoulder, as Jaren was rather lean and wouldn’t be too difficult for a large Tigron to handle. However, this would leave Grid without the reach and the inability to use his bow, so he would not be able to protect any of them in the case of another attack. This left only Vilven to protect them all.

Vilven hesitantly agreed, knowing that there was no other way.

So they moved forward, Vilven leading the group, grasping her sickles like an anchor. Having only little experience with tracking, the forest, and where Warden was, Grid had to give her direction from the back. At first it was a bit awkward to understand what he wanted from her, but she quickly gained the skill of accurately responding to his guidance. Wiendle, her head low, was very silent and hardly moved without permission. Vilven knew the guilt of running off and putting the party in danger was still fresh in Wiendle’s mind, so she didn’t do much to try to change the princess’ mood. Some emotions only lessen with time, Vilven had come to understand.

They were able to make it through a full day, a little slower than they might have if all had been normal, but they thought it successful regardless. The preparations for camp were completed with relative ease, even Wiendle helped to set everything up.

When the princess did decided to retire, and go to her and Jaren’s tent, Grid glanced at Vilven with a pained look, and began to roll his large, lion shoulders.

“Are you alright?” Vilven asked, concerned, peering at him from across the fire.

“Muscles are a bit fatigued.” He said, sharing with her easily. He stretched his arms over his head, his bones seeming to elongate with the motion. Vilven stared, unable to stop herself from thinking how much the movement made him look like a satisfied cat.

“Can’t say I’ve ever carried another being such a long distance before” Grid continued. “Fortunately, I keep in pretty good shape.”

Vilven smiled with amusement tilting her head, then she stretched her legs out in return. “Not to compare, but I am quite sore myself. I just can’t seem to get used to walking this much. It’s just so entirely different than swimming.”

“That it is, My Lady, that it is” Grid said, commiserating.

Vilven sighed, then stood. “If it’s alright, I’ll take the second watch. Unless you want to rest first.”

“Sounds good to me.” Grid responded as he took out his pipe. “Rest well.”

Vilven waved to him, with a big yawn, and walked to her bedroll, falling asleep almost as soon as she laid down.

***

Vilven woke to the sound of Grid talking with someone.

“Nice night, friend.” An unfamiliar male voice spoke. “Care if me and my comrade share your camp, safety in numbers, after all.”

“Well, that all sounds grand, friend.” Grid’s voice responded. “Other than just one thing, we have absolutely no idea who either of you are.”

Vilven sat up hastily, looking toward where she had heard the stranger’s voice.

She saw Grid sitting, cleaning his pipe, glancing up at two men. One of the men, she assumed the one who had spoken, stood at the opposite end of the fire, facing Grid, his head tilted to one side and his arms lifted in a friendly, inquiring manner. The other stood a few feet behind the first, though his expression, unlike his companion, was not so calm. The second was quite obviously nervous about something, his eyes shifting in all different directions.

Vilven quickly noted that they wore similar clothes to Grid, inexpensive blousey shirts, soft armour, and durable, inelegant pants in different shades of brown, except for vibrant cloaks. The first man wore a deep, forest green and the second man, a bright red. The first had dark brown hair, adored with a surprisingly well groomed mustache and beard, while the second was a dirty blonde. They both were armed with long bows on their backs and swords at their sides.

Almost offended, Vilven shot up to her feet. She pulled out one of her sickles and clenched it tightly in her hand. She walked dominantly next to Grid, and narrowed her eyes at the two strangers who had entered their camp.

“What’s going on here?” Vilven asked Grid, but did not stop looking at the men.

“Nothing to fear,” Grid began, his tone slightly sarcastic. “Just a couple of friendly Rangers passing through.”

Vilven looked at them dubiously, her eyes squinting even more than before. She saw the faint twitch of impatience in the eyes of the brunette man, failing to maintain his friendly demeanor, while the blonde continued his nervous glances.

She shook her head, and took a fighting stance. “They are not to be trusted.”

“My lady, by the Gods, I swear we mean you no harm.” The brunette started as he took a few steps around the fire, toward her.

“Liar.” Vilven spoke harshly,  instinctively lifted her hand in front of her, shielding herself from the man that approached. Before she knew what was happening she felt the magic spring from her, and a watery, blue orb blasted from her palm striking the man in his chest, knocking him to the ground. She gasped and her eyes widened in surprise.

The blonde man looked completely stunned as well, his eyes stared with shock at his prone companion, as he fumbled to unsheathe his sword. When he was finally able to wield the weapon correctly, Grid was already upon him. Grid leaped over the fire, with cat-like agility, and tackled him, pinning him to the ground.

The brunette man, however, jumped to his feet quickly. And with a sneer toward Vilven, he grabbed his sword and pointed it in her direction. “You’re mine.” He spat angrily.

But before he was able to make a move toward her, a frying pan smacked him squarely over the head. He stood there for a moment, but then his eyes rolled back and he fell unconscious to the floor.

Behind him stood the princess, her cheeks pink and her chest heaving quickly with adrenaline and fear, holding the pan over her head with both hands.

Vilven chuckled slightly, warmly looking at the princess. “Thank you, Wiendle.”

Then she turned toward Grid who was still on top of the blonde man.

“Let’s tie them up?” She suggested.

About ten minutes later, Vilven and Grid had taken all their weapons, their bows, swords, and daggers, and had them piled on the opposite side of the camp. The blonde man responded to their requests while the brunette was still passed out, so they just maneuvered and dragged him around. Vilven and Grid had the two men sitting on the ground. Grid, kneeling next to them, was tying them back to back.  The rope was taunt, but not overly tight. And just as Grid finished tying the last knot, the brunette man came to consciousness.

“Ow.” He said with a whine, responding to his aching head.

“Quit your moaning, you’re lucky to be alive.” Grid asserted as he rose to his feet.

While her Tigron friend was finishing with them, Vilven was on the other side of the camp, crouched near the weapons they had taken, inspecting them. “Do you think we can sell these?” She called out to Grid.

“In a heartbeat.” Grid responded.

“You’re gonna leave us in the middle of the forest without weapons?” The brunette said, exacerbated.

Vilven looked at the brunette man, then thought back to the terrible encounter they had with the Goblins. She looked thoughtfully down at the daggers they had taken. She picked them up and walked toward the tied rangers, dropping the blades about ten feet away from them.

“These should suffice.” Vilven said to them, sincerely.

“I’ve tied the ropes  loose enough, you’ll be out in about an hour.” Grid told them. “Next time you enter our camp, we won’t be so nice.”

“This is all your fault, Beaden” The blonde man said to his companion.

“You gave them my name, you idiot” Beaden responded back.

“Please excuse Beaden.  I’m Cho. Thank you for not killing us.” Cho said to them, with a friendly smile. Vilven smiled flirtatiously in return, noting how handsome this Cho was for the first time.

Just then, Grid’s eyes glanced sharply down at the two men, now revealed to be Beaden and Cho, noting small pouches at their sides.

“Well, well, what do we have here” Grid said, crouching down, cutting the bags loose with his knife, then tossing them to Vilven.

Vilven successfully caught them, then smiled mischievously.

“No, not the gold!” Beaden cried out at them. “I didn’t take you for common thieves.”

“Beaden, will you please stop insulting our captures.” Cho pleaded with him.

Vilven managed to open one of the pouches, it was, indeed, filled with beautiful, immaculate gold. It nearly overflowed with it. Vilven’s eye’s shined with excitement.

“This is a lot of money.” Vilven said dreamily, almost to herself.

“Vilven! Grid! Look!” They all turned to Wiendle as she emerged from the tent, with Jaren leaning on her. All of them stared silently at the young man. He was holding his side, but the slight smile on his lips showed how far he had come from his near death.

Vilven winked, then flicked a gold to him. “About time you showed up. you’re missing all the fun.” She told him with affection.

She sighed and smiled satisfied at Grid, “Tonight has been good.”

“Yeah, it’s been great.” Beaden said dryly.

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Magic And Light (Chapter XIX) – Drudgek Barbarians

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MAGIC AND LIGHT 

by DORAGON

FRIENDS GATHER AND CREATE THEIR CHARACTERS

CHAPTER I – A Gathering Of Friends (The Journey Of Zah)

CHAPTER II – Making Characters

CHAPTER III – Choose Your Class

CHARACTER INTRODUCTIONS

CHAPTER IV – Stigus (Warrior)CHAPTER V – Chi (Ranger)CHAPTER VI – Ren (Wizard)CHAPTER VII – Kinner (Bard)CHAPTER VIII – Zhan (Cleric)CHAPTER IX – Tor-Atimus (Paladin)

WELCOME TO GALDUR

CHAPTER 10 – BeginningsCHAPTER XI – The Crimson Blade TavernCHAPTER XII – WaitingCHAPTER XIII – North To DrudgekCHAPTER XIV –  Session 3CHAPTER XV – Day 1CHAPTER XVI – OrcsChapter XVII – KenkuChapter XVIII – XP

CHAPTER XIX – Drudgek Barbarians

As Chi and Ren return to the camp, the singing and dancing was slowly coming to a climax…

When the music stopped, the dark haired Gypsy girl approached Kinner, “It’s time for you to meet WINDOR.”

With this she took his arm, and moved him towards the wagon…

…from the back of wagon stepped the robed Kenku, Windor.

The Gypsies cheered lightly, then quieted.

Chi looked over at Ren who was watching intently.

“Mordela says you have a gift…” speaks Windor, his voice sounding part bird.

“A gift?” replies Kinner.

“You are… Very ‘influential’…” speaks Windor.

“Well… As a Bard… Especially being a Drow… I find it helpful,” replies Kinner.

“Yes… I imagine you do,” spoke Windor, who then found Ren’s eyes.

Ren’s Tiefling eyes, which are black, seem somehow to go blacker.

“You keep… Pleasant company,” speaks Windor.

Kinner looks at his comrades,”Yes… I do.”

“However… I invite you to travel with us for a while… Your fiddle would be a welcome accompaniment… As would your ‘conversation’…” finishes Windor.

With this Zahn looked at Kinner, who did not look back at him.

“No… I can’t… But I thank you,” replied Kinner.

Zahn looked at Tor-Atimus, who seems as pleased as he.

“Very well… Then we wish you well in your journey,” spoke Windor, who then looked over at Chi, “May you find what you seek.”

This sent a chill down Chi’s back.

Windor then returned to the wagon, and the Gypsies quickly gathered their camp, and were gone…

…into the night, which they preferred.

The next day, Day 6 of Zahns Party’s journey, a group of 6 riders approached…

“Barbarians,” spoke Stigus.

Zahn raised his arm, halting the Party, then looked over at Tor-Atimus.

“Perhaps you, me and Stigus should ride to meet them,” spoke Tor-Atimus.

Zahn nodded, and the two of them road past Stigus, gesturing her to accompany them.

Ate Leader apparent was a most robust specimen, with shoulder length sandy blond hair…

Zahn halted his horse some 15 feet from the Barbarians who didn’t seem all that concerned about the Party.

“What business have you in Drudgek,” spoke the Leader.

“I am Zahn, of the Order of Apollo…”

The Barbarians look at one another.

“We do not serve Apollo,” replied the Leader.

“I only request that I may speak to your Leader, Nosia,” spoke Zahn respectfully.

The Barbarian Leader paused, then nodded, “We shall take you to him.”

“It’s a days journey,” the Barbarian Leader concluded.

Zahn’s Party followed the 6 Barbarians towards Dudgek, and when night fell, he let them stand guard, as they seemed to prefer it.

The following morning they continued their journey until they reached a large village surrounding a large, black stone Keep.

It was well protected, and the Barbarian Guards looked the Party over with a dash of pessimism in their gazes.

The blond Barbarian who brought them here, left his men outside the Keep, and escorted the Party inside.

Finally they reached a great hall, “He’s in there,” spoke the blond Barbarian, he then turned, and walked away.

Inside the great pillared Hall, there were 8 what looked to be ‘Elite’ Barbarian Guards… One standing before each pillar.

At the end of the Hall, sat a strong looking, black haired Barbarian, on what looked almost to be a throne.

He drank from a silver chalice, and had two woman slaves on chains, each attached to one of his throne arms.

This did not sit well with Stigus.

Zahn and his Party came to a halt some 30 feet before the Barbarian Leader.

Zahn bowed slightly, “Greetings Noria.”

Noria, who was very handsome, eyes sparkled a dark, almost black, blue.

He recognized the yellow sun medallion around Zahn’s neck immediately.

“Cleric of Apollo… What brings you to Drudgek,” he spoke.

“Galdur, we feel, is in need of Apollo’s light, and guidance…” responded Zahn.

“I see…” replied Noria grimly.

“Well… Uthgar is our God, and we are not shopping for another, I bid you ado,” he spoke, then gestured for the Guards to escort them away.

Stigus did not move, “Who are you to treat your woman so.”

Zahn did not interfere, nor did Tor-Atimus, who seemed enthralled by her strength.

Noria smiled, “These two are slaves… Captured from an enemy… They are not our people,’ he explained, seemingly amused.

“I will fight for their release,” she spoke.

With this Noria smiled, then pulled a large axe off his back, and struck the chains of each of the slave girls.

“They are yours to do with as you please,” he spoke.

With this the girls both ran out of the Hall.

Tor-Atimus nodded at Noria, and the Party then left.

Noria never took his eyes off the Dragonborn Stigus.

Adventures Of Vilven Ledsong (Chapter X) A Dialogue Of Friends

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Chapter X Of My Current Campaign, Which Began A Year Ago, As Written/Retold By My Player Who Plays Vilven

Chapter I: Ouroboros

Chapter II: Pact Magic

Chapter III: Choice And Notice

Chapter IV: Meeting Wiendle

Chapter V – Catlike

Chapter VI – Encountering A Wizard

Chapter VII – A Charge And A Flame

Chapter VIII – Followed By A Lion

Chapter IX – Acquiescence

CHAPTER X

It took about half an hour, but Jaren had been fully bandaged and stabilized, his body covered with a thick, blanket. Grid, Vilven, and Wiendle let him rest while they decided what they were to do. But, in truth, Wiendle was of little help. She had not fully recovered from the emotional trauma of seeing Jaren so hurt, and just wanted to stay near him, offering little opinion to their next steps. She knelt near Jaren, lightly stroking his hair, staring at his face, as Vilven and Grid moved just out of her earshot to discuss what they were to do next.

But Vilven was going through her own kind of emotional strain, though she tried her best to hide it from Grid. She felt powerful, a strange feeling when power had never been a focus to her, yet she was faint with vulnerability and something close to a loss of self. What had happened to her was beyond her understanding and at the same time was all of who she was. She fought the feeling back as she stared up hard at Grid.

“Do you think we can stay here? Is it too dangerous?” Vilven asked, her throat feeling dry.

“We’ll stay here tonight. We’ll reevaluate the severity of his wounds in the morning.” Grid said clearly, glancing down at the young guard. “Dangerous or not, he’s too injured to travel right now.”

“Are we going to still guide them to Warden? Is she up to it, you think?” Vilven said, her voice quiet, watching the worry on Wiendle’s face.

His eyes moved to look at the princess, pausing for a moment. Then he nodded, his blonde mane glittering in the late afternoon sun. “We’ll get them there. She’ll be alright.” he said confidently.

Vilven nodded in return, confirming the plan. Vilven admitted that she was relieved they were still to move forward, she just hoped Grid would be right about Wiendle.

“We should probably start to set up camp then, right?” Vilven asked as she walked away, going toward Wiendle to tell her what they had decided. Grid agreed, then began the unpleasant task of pulling the husk bodies of the small, ugly creatures out of the area.

Meanwhile, Vilven squatted next to Wiendle, staring down at Jaren’s face with her, letting the quiet sit for a while before speaking. “Handsome, isn’t he.” Vilven said, putting a comforting arm around her.

“Yes, he’s…he is beautiful.” Wiendle said struggling with a sob. Vilven squeezed her tighter.

“He will recover. He’s strong.” Vilven said positively.

“I know he is.” Wiendle said with love. “I just feel so, just so…terribly. This happened to him all because of  me.”

“We all had our guard down.” Vilven assured her. “We all needed to be more careful. I won’t let this happen again. We best look forward.”

Wiendle turned to look at Vilven with gratitude, then hugged her deeply.

“Oh Vilven, You saved us! What you did…was scary but… I didn’t know you were a magical mermaid!” Wiendle whispered into Vilven’s ear. Vilven pushed her back a little, feeling awkward, even disturbed, discussing what had happened.

“I just wanted to let you know,” Vilven said, trying to change the subject. “Grid and I think we should stay here for the night. It would be best to let Jaren rest.”

Wiendle looked relieved, then frightened, then relieved again. “If you think that is best. I know you will protect us.” Wiendle said with a convicted tone, looking back down at Jaren.

Vilven looked shocked and doubtful at her, then stood. She was worried she had made a promise she couldn’t keep. Yet she was determined to keep it, even if it meant her life. And yet, she still felt Areiden. He was always there. Maybe she could be a protector, after all.

She walked to Grid then, he had moved all the bodies and was now collecting firewood. “What can I do to help with camp?” Vilven asked.

***

Grid tasked Vilven to set up the tent for Jaren and Wiendle. She made the tent wide, and put out the bedrolls with special care, adding more blankets from her own supplies. She knew it wasn’t exactly fit for a tired princess, or for a wounded guard, but it was the best she could do under the circumstances. They all had to help to move Jaren gently into the tent, and after, she realized that it was a wise decision that they had decided to stay the night. It would have  been very difficult to get far with him in that condition. Vilven then began to cut the vegetables for the stew she had come to love, even slicing some pieces of the stale but filling bread Grid had in his pack. Grid pulled a fallen tree into the camp for some sort of seat for them so they didn’t have to eat on the ground. He made the dinner quickly, and it was eaten even more quickly. Wiendle went to sleep right after she finished, though it was barley dusk, she was anxious to get back to her lover. Which left Grid and Vilven to take in the night air together.

Lowering the empty bowl to the ground in front of her, Vilven leaned back on the log, stretching her tired legs. “What were those things anyway? Those things that attacked Jaren?” Vilven asked, finally able to converse about what had happened.

“Goblins.” Grid said dramatically, as he prepared his evening pipe. “The forests are crawling with them.”

“I’ve heard of Goblins, but aren’t they mostly thieves in cities. That’s at least what I heard as a child.” Vilven said, thinking back to her memories of the stories the fish would tell her.

“Well, I’ve never heard that before. Basically they’re scavengers. And would just as soon tear at your flesh than anything else.” Grid elaborated.

“Oh.” Vilven said, questioning the other things she might have heard from sea life that wasn’t accurate. “They didn’t seem all that capable, to be truthful. But it was still scary fighting them.” she continued.

He took a long drag of his pipe, the smoke exhaling from his nose. “They rely on their numbers. Which you didn’t seem to have a problem with.” He said, almost in questioning, his cat eyes glancing at her.

She stared up at him, this Tigron that had become her friend. With a sigh of reception, she began. “You know, you asked me what race I was, earlier, near the lake?”

“Yes.”

“Well, I’m a genasi.” She paused to tried to gauge his reaction. “A water genasi.” she paused again, glancing at the fire now “I’m from the Water Plane.”

“I can’t say I’ve heard of a genasi. But the Water Plane makes sense, you’re one hell of a swimmer.” He said in acknowledgement, looking into the fire as well.

“Thank you, you’re one hell of a runner.” She said with a chuckle, then continued. “A genasi is part elemental and part something else. My father is a water elemental.” She paused, a sadness coming to her eyes. “I miss the Water Plane very much.”

He looked at her, noting her somberness. “I’m very sorry to hear that.” he said, throwing another log into the fire. “It must be beautiful there.”

“It really is.” Her tone became serious. “You see, I was banished. From there. The Water Plane. Elemental don’t much like genasi.”

His eyes flared in a flash of anger. “Rules and politics. Neither of which I subscribe to.”

“I guess that’s why you hide out in the forests and sit creepily on the outskirts of castles.” She said jokingly. Then she became serious again. “You still haven’t told me, really, about your dragon. Why she is there.”

He looked at her directly, his voice clear. “We’ll get there, but first you must tell me, does the magic come from being a genasi? Or something else?”

She paused and frowned at the question, the fire reflected in her dark, black pupil-less eyes. She swallowed, then faced him. “The magic, is new to me. It’s not from being a genasi. I received it by making a pact, a pact with a very powerful, elder water elemental, like my father. I’m not sure what he has planned for me. But he sent me here.” She sighed, amazed to say it all out loud. “I think the more I do things he likes, the more magic I will receive. Though he has not given me any true instruction. You’re the first person I’ve told all this.” she said, ending in a smile.

Grid smiled in return. “And I shall tuck it away and keep it to myself. Thank you for your trust.”

She looked up at him with an eyebrow raised. “The only reason I told you was because I wanted to hear about this damn dragon you keep talking about.” It wasn’t the only reason, but she liked to joke with him.

Grid paused and began to clean his pipe into the fire, similar to when they first met. But this time he did it more slowly, almost like he was needing to prepare himself to tell her what had happened. When he finally finished and put the pipe away, he looked at her intensely, his eyes penetrating hers as he began.

“The Kingdom of Beaumont was once a flourishing, thriving realm. I would go there from time to time, for certain supplies that are difficult to come by in my home village. The people there were unusually gleeful, most likely due to actually having a king that cared about them. One day while making my way there, I saw something that no one should ever have to see. A great, green dragon, swooping down upon the kingdom, unleashing her poisonous, gaseous breath. By the time she was done, half the people of Beaumont were slain, and the other half fled their home for good. You asked me why she came, I can only offer you this, beneath the great lake of Beaumont there exists a deep, cavernous lair, which she now, at least part of the time, has made her home. Beyond that, I can offer you no further reasoning for her diabolical and catastrophic deeds.”

Vilven looked at him, her face grief stricken from what he had told her, realization coming to her. She glanced at the tent Wiendle slept in, she had mentioned an attack on Beaumont affecting the king, and now Vilven knew what she was talking about, and realized the small princess was stronger than she appeared.

Vilven had no words for a long while as she turned back to Grid, staring at his golden fur.

Until, finally she broke the silence, “And that’s why you watch her?”

He nodded, his expression strong. “One day I will return there, and destroy her. Someday.”

Vilven looked down at her hands, unsure of where her magic and Areiden would lead her, but she looked nobly at him, making a promise. “Well, I will help you. When that time comes.”

He looked at her warmly, appreciative of her offer. It seemed they had become friends.

 

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A Peek At ‘I DIED ONCE’

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‘I DIED ONCE’ is a Quick Read, but a Poignant One I Think

Check Out The Prologue & Chapter I Below!

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I DIED ONCE

A Novella 

By James Mahoney

Prologue

Mady was a Dark Child…

She often sat alone in her bedroom, on the floor, sorting through this or that. Generally some sort of pharmaceuticals.

It’s good that she was never allowed to own a cat… or a fish… or any other sort of domestic animal, as they would have likely ended up at the end of some sort of experimentation… with drastic results.

It’s not that she’s “mean” per-se… No.

It’s more that she’s disjointed, an outcast really, from her own home…

From her mother’s heart.

Yes, Mady is a dark one, but what else was she to be in a world devoid of light.

 

CHAPTER ONE

State Of Murder

I sat alone. Legs crossed in my short black skirt in the waiting room of yet another know-all, fix-all, quack of my mother’s finding.

I am a fifteen year old girl, five foot eight, lean, dark haired, blue eyed, with skin not as fair as I might like.

I crossed my arms tightly, feeling the softness of my dark blue sweater, a gift from my father’s mother at Christmas some two or three years ago.

My father. What a joke that is. A pilot in Africa, they say. How nondescript.

“Caroline Monroe,” the nurse called out.

I pretended not to hear her. Besides, my name is Mady. My mother’s, mother’s, mother’s name. Madeline, that is.

“Excuse me miss, are you Miss Caroline

Monroe?”, the nurse spoke as she leaned over me.

“Mady,” I replied.

“Oh yes, your mother mentioned you go by Mady.”

“Nice of you to listen,” I spat, rising from my seat and grabbing my small blue rhinestone bag. A gift from a cousin, well, actually, I took it.

The next two or so hours were filled with many, many questions asked by the uninterested Doctor Spiner, and let’s face it, who cares what the answers were. In the end it would all be the same.

“Now Caroline…”

“Mady!” I replied adamantly.

“Oh yes, your mother mentioned that you prefer your middle name.”

“Did she, now,” I sighed.

“Now Mady, I want you to take two of these pills twice a day.” He handed me a large bottle. “They will help you to relax.”

On the long ride home, and going anywhere with my mother was a long ride, I stared blankly out the window, which was open slightly. Discreetly, I would drop one pill after another onto the outside road. Plink Plink Plink

When we arrived at my mother’s home, a large estate left to her from her industrious father, I quickly made my way up the long, winding stairs, “Now Mady…,” but not quick enough.

I turned to face her. Now, my mother has a long faced countenance and over dresses for every occasion. On this occasion she was wearing a ball gown. “Yes mother,” I replied.

“Betsy is preparing a fine dinner; do be back down in no more than 15 minutes, will you darling.”

“Okey Dokey,” I replied and turned away.

“Your father and I shall be going out.”

I turned and faced her once more. “Fred is not my father.”

“Oh Mady, must you be so…”

“Honest? Yes,” I interjected.

“I was going to say…” she started to say, but I was already up the stairs and into my room. Slam!

As I sat alone in the dark staring at the ceiling, I could hear Betsy quietly enter and set a tray of food on my desk. She always did. Betsy wasn’t so bad, but she wasn’t worth staying for.

Roast beef, mashed potatoes with gravy, and a big fluffy roll, how delightful. Tommy would really like this.

Just then a small pebble struck my window, as it did every evening at this hour. I opened my window to see Tommy Wilkens standing down below, as he always did. I quickly lowered the

food tray down to him, and then back up once he’d emptied it.

“Thank you, Mady,” he whispered just audibly enough that I should hear him.  I waved to him as he snuck off to his home some one or two miles down the road.

Tommy’s family lived in a back shack on the Johnson’s estate.  His father was their gardener, but they were very poor, being at the receiving end of the tight fisted Johnsons. I had fed him for years. Who would feed him when I was gone?

When midnight struck, I made my way to our large pool in the back, beyond Mother’s roses. Before the pool, I stripped down completely. Why ruin a perfectly good set of flannel pajamas? And dove in…

Under the water it was beautiful and quiet. Above, I could see all the brilliant stars. Now, I’m a decent swimmer, so this may take a few minutes, as drowning one-self is tricky business.

That’s when I heard the scream.

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DORAGON KISHU- (James Mahoney)

Magic And Light (Chapter XVIII) – XP

XP

MAGIC AND LIGHT 

by DORAGON

FRIENDS GATHER AND CREATE THEIR CHARACTERS

CHAPTER I – A Gathering Of Friends (The Journey Of Zah)

CHAPTER II – Making Characters

CHAPTER III – Choose Your Class

CHARACTER INTRODUCTIONS

CHAPTER IV – Stigus (Warrior)CHAPTER V – Chi (Ranger)CHAPTER VI – Ren (Wizard)CHAPTER VII – Kinner (Bard)CHAPTER VIII – Zhan (Cleric)CHAPTER IX – Tor-Atimus (Paladin)

WELCOME TO GALDUR

CHAPTER 10 – BeginningsCHAPTER XI – The Crimson Blade TavernCHAPTER XII – WaitingCHAPTER XIII – North To DrudgekCHAPTER XIV –  Session 3CHAPTER XV – Day 1CHAPTER XVI – OrcsChapter XVII – Kenku

CHAPTER XVIII – XP

After Ren and Chi left the Kenku’s wagon, Johnny halted the game.

“You know what, before we go any further, I want to give you guys your Experience Points (XP),” he spoke.

“A few of you have actually Leveled, so we need to deal with that really quick too… Usually I wouldn’t deal with it in the middle of the game, but it won’t take long,” he continued.

“Let me start by telling you your XP… Starting with Barry’s Drow Bard, Kinner… Kinner has 300XP… Most of it came from his ‘disguised’ introduction, which I thought was very cool… Part of it also came from his stealthyness when the Bandits came…” Johnny explained.

“You all need 300XP to hit Level 2, so Barry we’ll deal with Kinner in a moment…” he concluded.

Barry nodded.

“Next Connor’s Tiefling Wizard, Ren, gets 200xp… 100 for his Introduction, which was cool, and the other 100 came from regular play,” Johnny explained.

“Next, my Paladin Tor-Atimus, who has 400xp… He actually has the most, hope you guys don’t mind… Between helping Zahn in recruiting, and interacting with the Orcs, he just accrued more,”

“We’ll deal with Leveling him up in a moment as well…”

“Next, Trevor’s Ranger Chi, has 250xp, so he almost leveled… Most of his came from his interaction with the Kenku in the wagon…”

“And, Stacy’s Dragonborn Fighter has 150xp, she actually has the least, but that’s just because she hasn’t been all that involved in most of the interactions so far…”

“Whose fault is that?” she asks Johnny with a smile.

“Well, go ahead and jump on in there anytime you feel fit,” he replies playfully.

“I’m kidding… She hasn’t done #$#@3, lol” Stacy adds, causing her friend Lisa, and several others to laugh as well.

“I suspect battling, and hunting are more her thing, than diplomacy etc.” speaks Johnny.

“Last we have Mike’s Cleric, Zahn… Who has 350xp… Most of his came from recruiting the Party, as well as his little interaction with the Bandits, which was cool by the way Mike…” explains Johnny.

Mike smiles.

“Alright, so here’s what happens  I’ll roll a 10 sided die, you each get another Hit Die, in Tor-Atimus’s case being a Paladin, it’s a 10 sided die…” explains Johnny

Johnny rolls a 10.

“Woe,” responds Barry.

“Nice one,” I (Connor) add.

Trevor just pats him on the back.

“Cool, now I add my Constitution Modifier, which is +5, which gives me a total of 15… So now my character has a maximum of 30 Hit Points,” Johnny continues.

“Wow,” exclaims Stacy.

“He is buff,” adds Mike.

“Being a 2nd Level Paladin he also gets the Ability to Cast Spells now, so I need to choose 3 Spells, I won’t go into detail with how the number of Spells is determined… He also gets ‘DEVINE SMITE’, which adds Damage to a Melee hit once per Long Rest, should he want to use it, I won’t go into detail on that either,” Johnny finishes.

“Oh, and he gets a FIGHTING STYLE, which I’ll figure out later…” Jonhy refinishes.

“Ok, Mike, your Cleric gets a Second Hit Die, which is an 8 sided die, go ahead and roll it…” Johnny continues.

Mike rolls a 6.

“Not bad,” speaks Johnny, add that to your Constitution Bonus of +2, that gives you a total of 8… Which means your Maximum Hit Points are now 18.”

“You also get an Additional Spell slot, which means you can cast 3 Spells between Long Rests, instead of 2,”

“Cool,” responds Mike.

“Also you can now ‘Channel Divinity’, which includes the Ability to ‘TURN UNDEAD’ once per Long Rest, or ‘PRESERVE LIFE’, which I’ll explain to you after the game…”

“Lastly, Barry’s Drow Bard needs to roll a 8 sided die,”

Barry rolls a 4.

“Then add your Constitution Bonus of +2, which gives you a total of 6… So your Maximum Hit Points are now 16,”

“Alright, alright, I can live with that,” responds Barry.

“Kinner is also added the Feature ‘JACK OF ALL TRADES’, which I’ll explain later, but basically it can add +1 to Ability Checks, I’ll explain it fully later… And ‘SONG OF REST’, which I’ll also explain later, but gives you certain opportunities to help your comrades, and/or self heal more when they’re Short Resting… I’ll explain it more later…”

“Alright, enough of all of this, Congrats to you both, as well as my Paladin, and lets return to the game!”