The Barbarian Proud – To Find A Warrior


The Barbarian Proud



Episode II – To Find A Warrior

Proud and Seya made their way east through a white gray rocky terrain, Proud on a large brown mare named Heiress, and Seya on her grey stallion, Spirit.

‘So are you going to tell me about this dream?’ she asked him.

Proud was quiet for a moment more, then ‘We have to find a great warrior in a dark cavern east of here…’

‘The dream Proud?’ she repeated.

He looked over at her, ‘He was in it.’

She shakes her head, trying not to laugh, ‘This is so unlike you, you have no idea how strange this is,’ she replied.

‘I know.’


That night they set camp amongst the rocks.

Seya being a ranger, did all the cooking whilst traveling…

…while this night, Proud sat and looked at the sky.

Seya noted his odd behavior, but said nothing.

‘Two more days travel,’ he spoke.

She nodded, and began cooking the food over the fire.

They ate, then Proud took first watch.


In the morning they ate, then packed up and made their way eastward.

The sun beat down upon them, but they didn’t mind.

At one point a wagon passed by, they looked to be Bandits of a sort, but one look at Proud, and they dismissed any notion to circle back and attempt to rob them.

Barbarians were fairly rare in these parts, and one’s the size of Proud, well, lets just say there weren’t many.



The Barbarian Proud


The Barbarian Proud



“I Woke From A Dream, Covered In Sweat…

…this has never occurred…

…not to me”

Rising from his bed in a tavern in ‘Rusk’, is the formidable form of ‘PROUD’, a 7′ tall, golden haired barbarian.

Though he is muscular, he is more long and lean, than bulky.

Naked, with two girls passed out (Also naked) in his bed, he clothes in soft white armour, retrieves his enormous two handed axe, which is leaning against the corner, near the door…

…tosses two silver coins on the bed, and leaves.


‘BAM BAM BAM!’ Proud stands outside a door to another room, pounding away on it.

‘Seya! Rise!’ he hollers, awaking many other tenants, several opening their door to yell at whomever had woke them…

…then slowly closing their doors with one look at the enormity of Proud.

Meanwhile, inside the room, a red haired woman (Also naked), also with a woman in her bed, but only one…

…rises, wiping sleep from her eyes, and makes her way to the door.

She opens it, ‘Proud… What is it… You know we were up drinking all night…’

‘I had a dream…’


The two make their way to their horses, Seya wears a long rust colored cloak, over soft tan armour, and has an illustrious Elven made long bow on her back.

‘Couldn’t this wait until after breakfast?’ she spoke.

Suddenly Proud comes to a complete halt.


They eat breakfast back in the Inn.

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Adventures Of Vilven Ledsong (Chapter XIV) He’s Good


This D & D Campaign Began Over 2 Years Ago, And Continues… This Is The Tale Of How It All Began, Written/Retold by my Player!

Find All Earlier Chapters HERE!

At Beaden’s disgruntled request they made their way to the tavern of Willant, Beaden pushing his way past them to lead like a dehydrated horse.

Vilven stared at his back as he rushed through. She went along with the group decision, though she wasn’t sure she was all that excited about it. Vilven had never seen a tavern before the one in Warden, and after that experience she felt taverns were nice enough, but she found herself more fascinated by the people of Willant. It was as Grid had told her, these elves seemed to hold no initial resentment toward them. Instead, they looked pleasantly toward them with gentle, peaceful eyes. Though, Vilven noticed, they did look at her with slight fascination and bewilderment.  She had become more and more aware that as far as she could tell there were not many like her here. Not many Genasi. And though the people seemed to regard her kindly, it still made her feel strange, and surprisingly sorrowful, to become aware of her obvious minority in the Material Plane. It reminded her all over again the rejection she had faced from those in the Plane of Water. Sadness gripped her and she was swarmed with feeling of estrangement, but just then, she heard the most beautiful sound, which seemed to cut through her emotions. It wailed out in a joyous glitter, it hung there, and seemed to fill the air with inspiration and light.

Vilven smiled as it seemed to twirl into her and ease her worries.

As they stepped into the tavern, modest and made of a deep, rich wood, she found the source of the music.

He was was short, smaller than a man. He was dressed in bright clothes, reds and yellows and gold. He bounced around on one of the tables as he played his fiddle, shimmering coins sparkling around him, like something out of a beautiful children’s tale. Vilven was mesmerized.

“He’s good” Cho’s voice resonated behind her.

She looked over her shoulder to see Cho’s wholesome face nodding in approval at the little man.

“Good?” Vilven said almost confused.

“Yeah.” Cho responded as he gripped her shoulders gently, and urged her out of the doorway to a nearby table, where Beaden and Grid were already sitting.

Vilven felt a wave of butterflies come to her, making her feel ridiculous, at the feeling of the strength in Cho’s hands. She nearly blushed as he pulled out a chair for her and eased her into it, before taking a seat beside her. After a moment of panic by her feelings, she decided to turn her attention back to the musician.

He was good. His fingers seemed to tickle the strings in a technically difficult manner, urging them to burst out the bright sound. Vilven smiled again.

Grid seemed as pleased as she was at the musician’s talent, even Beaden couldn’t help but shoot a glance at the fiddle player between long gulps from his tankard.

A few patrons flicked some coins in the performers direction. Vilven’s eyes grew wide with realization and she plunged her hand inside her bag, to take out a fistful of coins. Grid, Cho, and Beaden looked at her, then at each other, with slight concern.

“What in the hell are you doing?” Beaden said insultingly at Vilven.

Vilven looked at him, surprised for a moment, then she narrowed her eyes in challenge.

“I’m giving him money.”

Grid leaned toward her to place his paw on her shoulder, speaking in a gentle tone. “Well, at least take out the gold ones, that should be enough.” He said reasonably.

Vilven sighed, then grudgingly began to sift through the coins, putting the gold back into her bag.

“Clueless…” Beaden whispered under his breath.

“Beaden.” Cho said through a wince.

Vilven laughed reproachfully back, “And how much will your excessive drinking cost us, Beaden? What is that, your third ale already?”

Beaden just grunted distastefully, and returned back to chugging his drink

Vilven shook her head as she stood, the copper and silver still a sizable amount in her hand. She walked happily to the table where the fiddle player still danced around, and placed the money gently at his feet. She looked up at him, to meet his gaze, his purple eyes twinkling at her. He smiled graciously, and nodded in thanks. Vilven could feel his deep warmth and laughed with happiness at his presence.

She nearly skipped back to the table, and sat gingerly into her chair, feeling very satisfied.

She smiled at her three companions, her eyes resting on Beaden’s miserable face.

“Here, Beaden, you can have my ale.” She said as she pushed it toward him.


“Hello there, hello, hello” the halfling performer said in a cheerful, bright voice to the four of them as they were getting ready to leave, “I just wanted to make my way over here and thank you for your very generous contribution! I’m Jo Jo Bar. And… you are?”

Grid smiled warmly at him as he shifted his bow on his back. “Hello Friend, I’m-”

“Oh, Jo Jo Bar!” Vilven interrupted as she swooped down and hugged him. “You are so very amazing. My name is Vilven.”

“Oh, ho ho ho ho” Jo Jo Bar giggled.

Cho waved graciously at him, “I am Cho, this is Beaden, and this is Grid.”

Beaden stared. Grid nodded, “Well met.” he said formally.

“Do you live here, Jo Jo? Or are you travelling? We are going south, do you want to come with us?” Vilven said quickly, each phrase vibrating with more and more excitement.

“Well, he he he, I don’t really live anywhere, but I have been playing here in Willant for several months now.” Jo Jo responded heartily.

“Forgive my pretty friend, my fine fellow.” Grid said as he leaned gracefully toward the halfling.

“Forgive me for what?” Vilven responded. “He said he doesn’t live here, and could very easily travel with us, right?”

Grid shot Vilven a tolerant glace, “She’s new to this land, and is very… enthusiastic.”

“Ugh, I’m leaving” Beaden spat, and staggered out of the tavern.

Vilven rolled her eyes behind him. Cho gently walked forward, as he ran a hand through his blond hair to push it out of his face. “Perhaps we can continue this outside?” He suggested pleasantly, though he looked a bit anxious.

“That would be fine!” Jo Jo Bar said joyously, unfazed, and then walked through the doors outside. Vilven narrowed her eyes at Grid, plainly aggrieved, then followed suit.

Vilven was embraced by the afternoon sun and the penetrating scent of the sea. She looked over to see Beaden leaning up against the wall of the tavern, Jo Jo standing next to him, and walked over to them. Grid and Cho were closely behind her.

“So, what do you think, Jo Jo Bar?” Vilven started. “I’m sure there are other taverns for you to play at wherever we are going?”

Jo Jo scratched at his chin, looking thoughtfully into the distance. “Well, an adventure does sound appealing…”

“Then you’ll come with us?” Vilven said hopefully.

“An adventure?” Beaden questioned quietly to himself.

Jo Jo thought for a moment longer, then grinned, pleased “Why not!” He elbowed Beaden’s leg “This one is certainly in need of good cheer.”

Vilven grinned back at her new companion.

The Paladin & The Rogue – Episode III



Episode I

Episode II


The Rogue Girl appointed herself as ‘on watch’, being the Paladin Sir Stalos had laid down and gone straight to sleep.

“He hasn’t even asked me my name yet, what kind of Knight is this…” She spoke, as she sat and leaned back against the main tree that kept them from the rain.

An hour or so later, her gut told her she was being watched…

…when suddenly a crossbow bolt struck the tree right by her head!

Her eyes went wide, “Sir Stalos! We have company!”

With this the Paladin systematically rose from his slumber, clutching his long sword with both hands, and eyes glowing white glancing at the bolt in the tree, “Hobgoblins…”

At his feet is his breast plate, but he’s still wearing his chainmail.

He looks over at the girl whose climbing the tree at an unnatural rate, his eyebrow raises.

Suddenly three Hobgoblins emerge from the rain and mist, run into the camp, scimitars raised above their heads, “Ahhhh!” they howl.

Sir Stalos speaks words under his breath, and his sword begins to glow a blue and gold, as the first one gets within range he strikes it down with a single swing…

He then swipes at the second one, but it strikes its chainmail, it does not penetrate.

Suddenly a fourth Hobgoblin enters the camp from behind the Paladin, and as he’s about to stab him in the back, the Rogue drops from the tree plunging two daggers into its’ throat “GURPTT!” its last sound as it falls to the ground

Sir Stalos glances behind him, noting the girls kill, “Hmm”.

The Hobgoblins swing their scimitars at the Knight, but he does not allow them to hit, he grinds his teeth, and with two more exact swipes, takes the last two Hobgoblins out…

He looks to the girl, “Get your things, there’s likely more nearby!”.

She does as he says, “Not sure we’re the ones that should be running…” she says under her breath.

He mounts his horse Odin, and reaches for the girl…

…she mounts.

The Paladin & The Rogue – Episode II



Episode I



Sir Stalos continues his trek northward, the rain continuing to pour down upon him, getting worse the further north he rides.

The cloaked girl running just enough to keep up with his horse…

…he brings it to a halt, and faces her.

“Why are you following me…” he spoke slightly bugged.

“Aren’t you a Paladin? Shouldn’t you offer to put me on your horse with you,” she spoke flashing those dark eyes, hoping to convince him.

“I am not with the Order of the Red Phoenix,” he replied, and began to turn northward once more.

“I know… Your tabard is blank… But you’re still a Paladin, right?” she replied.

He faces her once more, “What is it you want, how do you know I’m heading anywhere you’d want to be?”

“North is good enough,” she spoke, looking back behind her as if she might be being followed.

“Very well,” with this he reaches down, and pulls her up so that she’s sitting behind him.

She wraps her arms around him loosely, “Thank you…”

They rode for a while, neither speaking, until…

“Don’t you want to know why they were holding me captive?” she spoke.

“Not really,” Sir Stalos replied.

“Humor me…” she repsonded.

“Very well, why were they holding you captive…” he spoke more than asked.

“I stole some of the offerings from their chapel…”

Sir Stalos did not reply.

“Nothing? No judging comments?” she spoke, almost disappointed.

Suddenly he brought his horse to a halt, and had her get off…

…he dismounted as well, and began building a fire under a tree, where the rain wouldn’t extinguish it.

“Nothing more than what I expected,” he replied as he passed his hands over a pile of wood, and lit it ablaze.

She watched in slight awe, “What is it like to do that?”

He looked up at her, “You ask a lot of questions…” he replied, then sat on a log by the fire, and gathered some food from his pack.

She sat on the log across from him, “Yeah…”

He threw her some bread, “Scoping me out?”

“Oh… I don’t know,” she takes a big bite out of the piece of bread, as if she hadn’t eaten for days… she hadn’t.

He watched, then catches himself, not wanting to get too invested in someone he knew he couldn’t trust.

“I am not your judge, nor jury… What you’ve done is between The Order of the Red Phoenix, and you,” he concluded as he finished up his eating.

She looks back, watching for something.

He notices, “What will you do if they come for you?.

She, almost startled, looks over at him, “I don’t know.”

“Hmm…” he stands, “Well, we can rest here, or move on.”

She stares up at him, “There’s something different about you… What happened to your god?” she spoke.

“We rest here then,” with this he lays out his bedroll under the tree, takes his chest plate off, and lays down.

She just watches as he falls asleep.

The Paladin & The Rogue



‘Sir Stalos Kneels Within A Chapel, Of Other Men’s God… Not His

But He Is Not Alone’




Sir Stalos steps out into the camp, behind him a chapel of, not his god, but he finds peace their anyway.

Crossing his path are two Paladin’s of The Red Phoenix, one on each side of a shadowy charcoal cloaked young woman, with dark hair and dark eyes, her hands bound by rope.

Her eyes lock with his as she wipes dirt and blood from her mouth, she smiles with a slight glimmer in her eyes.

Sir Stalos is struck for a slight moment, then continues his way to his gray steed Oden, which is tied to a tall tree just outside of camp.

He mounts, and makes his way north…

…clouds of a storm lay ahead.

Sir Stalos himself wears a silver plate/chain mail mix…

…his tabard, white in color, bares no symbol.

At his side a long silver blade, once belonging to his uncle, a great knight.

On his back, a perfectly round shield, with white trim, and once again, no symbol.

His hair, a grey blond… His eyes a deep, dark blue.

His form is tall and fit, his face unshaven.

As he trudges forward, the cold northern rains come down upon him…

He senses something, but–

“Shouldn’t you sleep, until the rains are gone…” speaks a soothing, yet sly woman’s voice from behind him.

In one quick motion, he spins, slides off his horse, his silver blade pointed at…

…the girl from the camp.

She stands in the rain, her hands still bound, she holds them up to him, “Help a girl out.”

With a single sweep downward of his blade, the ropes are cut.

As he remounts, he speaks, “You could have gotten out of those yourself…”

“True… But a knight in shining armour, couldn’t pass up the opportunity.”

Adventures Of Vilven Ledsong (Chapter XIII) – Shifted Memories

This D & D Campaign Began Over 2 Years Ago, And Continues… This Is The Tale Of How It All Began, Written/Retold by my Player!

Find All Earlier Chapters HERE!


Vilven felt the boat beneath her slowly float further into the beautiful sea. Her blue hair billowed behind her as the forceful ocean breeze embraced her. With childlike excitement she stood at the helm. She had seen the occasional boat sail above her in the Water Plane, but she had never been on a ship of any kind. Taking in the depths of the ocean, she felt as if she were flying over the water. At first it was thrilling, but as the sails pushed the boat farther from shore, she felt a tug, a deep need, to be underneath the waves. She could feel the water flowing within her dance with the flow of the tide. An endless exchange she had become accustomed to. The memory of her home filling her heart with familiarity, but also deep sadness and longing.

Behind her, Cho and Beaden were arguing in a harsh whisper. Cho, handsome as his blonde hair tossed in the wind, held the same warm disposition toward his friend. His smile radiated his carefree nature as he tightened his bowstring on his new weapon. Beaden, in contrast, was not smiling at all. His face was disgruntled, though his loose, fluid gait was proof he was more relaxed than he let on. Their friendship was deeply interesting to Vilven, much different than the ones she had with her fish friends back home. She looked behind the two rangers to see Grid’s lion-like frame. He was sitting on a barrel, his legs pushed out and crossed at the ankles with ease. His ears twitched, as his pipe hung from his mouth, the smoke stream dancing into a seductive design before the hard wind from the sea pushed it away. And though the four of them were scattered around the deck, she felt very close to these people she barely knew.

She turned, placing her hand gently on the railing, her fingers skimmed the weathered but somehow smooth wood as she walked slowly to them, each step placed deliberately.  When she made her way next to Grid, she halted and shifted toward the ocean.

“Do you think I would alert many if I went in for a swim?” she asked dreamily. Grid raised his gaze to her, his cat eyes shifting to view her shape.

“I think not.” Grid responded reasonably, taking a long puff from his pipe, his eyes sparkled with playfulness.

Vilven smiled humorously, and with purpose pulled herself up onto the oak railing, somehow able to balance herself. She took a deep breath of anticipation then dived gracefully to the sea, shouts of panic starting behind her. Even Beaden running to the side of the boat to exclaim, “What is she doing!”

As she flew down into the silky water, she took a breath of relief, her whole body relaxing from the water’s touch. She allowed herself to sink for a moment before she began to chase the ship, her body weightless and free as she swam. She was grateful for the trance-like movement she could fall into, but forced herself to stay close enough to not be stranded. Though soothing, the ocean felt different, more powerful. Her magic became quite obvious to her she felt as if she glowed with the essence of it.

The fish, feeling a similar tug, chased after her, and swam around her. A dance she had once found commonplace now became extremely beautiful and thrilling, her heart filled with emotion.

“Thank you.” Vilven sighed as she swam through the blue expanse of the sea. To what or who, she wasn’t sure, but she knew she was grateful.

She swam for quite a few hours, until the sun met the sea to change it a beautiful, shimmering orange. She made her way back to the side of the boat where someone had thoughtfully left a rope ladder for her. She climbed up, her arms both tired and energized at the same time.

When she was back upon the deck of the ship, she gasped as she nearly bumped into Beaden. He was standing there, a scowl on his face and his arms crossed so tightly Vilven was worried they would turn purple.

“What’s wrong?” Vilven asked him tranquilly.

“You drag me onto this boat, and the first thing you do is jump off.” He responded in an aggravated tone.

“I’m back, aren’t I?” She said calmly. “Was it you who left the ladder for me?”

He just looked at her, his eyes squinting angrily.

“Oh, Beaden, that was very sweet of you” Vilven said warmly as she went in for a hug. His arms finally uncrossed to push her away with a distasteful grunt, then he stomped off to go below deck.

Vilven just smiled at his back, as she used her magic to dry herself. The day turning to night as they sailed toward their destination.

They traveled for two more days until they finally reached the port of Willant. As they approached the docks, Vilven noticed that the town was a similar size to Warden. It even had a similar aesthetic, even the people looked similar. But there was a warmth they were greeted with which she did not expect. The elves were just as beautiful, tall and angular, but seemed much more relaxed than those in Warden. Their hair, eyes, and clothes were more earthy in tone, mostly rich browns, dark greens, and warm yellows. The energy was more that of nature, trees and plants sprouting in an unruly manner around charming, dark brown, wood structures.

“Are they elves, Grid? They seem different.” Vilven asked him quietly as they walked off the the boat . Beaden and Cho arguing over their bows behind them.

“They are indeed. Wood Elves.” Grid replied.

“They are different than the ones in Warden?” She asked, wanting more explanation, as Cho reluctantly switched bows with Beaden.

“Unlike the High Elves, the Wood Elves do not look down on races that are not their own.” Grid said knowledgeably. “They’re a warm, colorful people with great respect for the trees and world around them.”

Vilven smiled in approval, and became excited to learn more.

“So, Lads, where to first?” Grid called behind him at the two rangers.

“A tavern.” Beaden replied, quickly and bitterly.

Vilven Art by @Living_Silver


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