Story Blackdragon's 100 Themes.

BlackDragon0 · #1 Jan 25th, 2022, 03:19 AM

I don't know if I can do them all but I'm a try.

BlackDragon0 · #2 Jan 25th, 2022, 07:38 AM

introduction Hello. I'm BlackDragon. I enjoy gaming obviously, drawing, Writing as you may have guessed, running, weight lifting, martial arts, reading, lately hunting, and archery.
I tend to play chs with swords and mostly fighter types. My main type for 5e is dragonborn. dnd 2e was drow. 1e was what ever My first dm told me I could based off what the other 2 to 3 players picked. ( that dm then always found a way to kill my chs . Only my fighters were hard to kill some made it to lv 3. But if he couldn't kill just me he'd either kill the whole party or get me to kill my own ch because he was a a..hole dm).

I tried a few on line games and met a good dm a a..hole. dm . And a few that had a good concept but never started the games. This was my first exp with burn out on ch creation.

My dnd group on face book advertised this site. At the time I had been playing dnd on my own. Writing a story off each complete quest. So this site seem really good.

I played a solo game With my first 5e ch Demmuk. I have since played 2 other games run by that dm cause I enjoyed the solo so much. After the solo game I created my first unplayed ch on this site. I had even tried to withdraw the app because the ch creation for it was beyond my exp but was told not to, to keep working on it.. I spent a month working on the one ch. I was all set to play him . Then he was not selected. I almost left the site. When my dm friend suggested west marches and dragon queens hoard( or whatever) And another constant recruiting game. I tried a app for each and got to make 2 more dragonborn and a halfelf that got games. Was also able to make friends with a few people here. 1 a admin who has been helpful and encouraging. Another who told me about share your art. And helped me get into Outplay . I wound up in his dm ed group when another player didn't show. So I only played a partial round before the judges eliminated me. But I was there as a fill in. New to the site in only 3 other games at the time. Barely starting out.

After that I tried to apply to many games making new chs that didn't get in. And experienced my second ch burn out. I started deleting my chs that weren't in games all but the first 2. Then I got invited to a new type of game and that dm helped me create the ch . As it was a dnd 3.5 which I don't have a phb for. that game is good . And yes the 3 constantly recruiting games and that are currently my only games. And I currently have 10 chs. Which means 6 aren't in games atm. here's hoping.

I have also posted in share your art and various other threads that don't require chs. And most recently I have been in writing post like this. Well enough about me now on to the stories if I can write them all. 100? hmm well at least they ain't books. But as you can guess I proablely will write them long enough to be books.

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BlackDragon0 · #3 Jan 25th, 2022, 11:36 PM

love
Along time ago in a forgotten realm. There was a Warrior who was always alone. Ostracized by his family and community. Even the other warriors. His family were only out for themselves and ale. They stole looted and killed just to get more ale. They hated the warrior because he was out to help others and up hold the law. He even had arrested 3 of them and killed 2 when they wouldn't stop killing someone they were robbing.

The community hated him cause he was. willing to kill even his own family to uphold the law. And he was always helping children. Or saving people's lives at risk of his own. They thought there was something wrong with him. No one goes that far to do the right thing. Sure helping was good but not at the risks he took to do so.

The other warriors hated him because he was to honorable. He would never take bribes never kill a criminal for fun. And would even turn on those who did real evil. Then there was his skill with any blade he picked up. It was like watching a dancer preform for all the royalty in all the lands of the world. He was unbeatable with a blade in his hands. And his long sword was famous which is why the Lord kept him as lead of all the warriors.

Not many other lords dared challenge this one because he had such a warrior. But foolish bandit parties and goblins or orcs did. And they all died with out mercy at the hands of the Warrior and the others under his command.

One day a caravan from far away came through. With a Lord's 2 daughters. The oldest was to marry the Lord. And the other was maid of honor. But there were other lords that wanted the 2 women. And they hired thugs, goblins, even ogres to try and kidnap them.

This the Warrior could not allow not just for his Lord's sake but cause his honor would not allow for it. So he met the caravan along the way. Just as the first attack came. He had brought 5 men with him. And each of them killed 3 thugs. But the warrior killed 6 with blood spraying all around him. His dance of death was so perfect. Not a single weapon touched him as his long sword took limbs and lives from the thugs.

The older sister screamed at the sight more terrified of the Warrior than if she were being eaten by a dragon. But the younger sister watched him closely studying his every move.

About half a day later goblins attacked and again the Warrior and his men killed all the enemies. And again the Warrior's dance of death fascinated the Lord's young daughter. But there was something else about him, he stood apart from everyone. Sure the caravan was glad for his protection but all wondered who could protect them from him. His men followed his orders but otherwise completely avoided him. This Warrior was completely alone. He walked alone no one beside him. He ate alone and he really fought alone. As his men helped each other but never watched the Warrior's back. Like they'd be ok with it if he died. Of course the Lord and the warriors family couldn't be like that... could they?

To her his dance with a blade was as beautiful as all the artworks in all the world. As beautiful as any jewel that could ever exist. She found her self for the first time attracted to a man. Funny she hates violence and killing, but this Warrior was different. He wasn't cruel or mean just different than all other soldiers, fighters, knights she had ever seen.

And yet she was sad for him as well. She thought is he married, is he a unique? Is there some evil that can't be seen beneath the surface of this man? So the third day of traveling with him she brought him a plate from her own royal dinner. And she sat and ate with the Warrior. She asked him many questions. Like did he like killing and fighting. He told her no if he wasn't forced to fight to save others he wouldn't, and besides it was the only thing he was good at. She asked if he was friends with the Lord he also said no. But there was mutual respect, that the Lord was a good man. He told her he was leader of the warriors because the Lord wanted to protect his land and it's citizenship. And keep peace. It was his skills and honor that the Lord relied upon. She felt even more attraction to the warrior.

On the last day of the journey the ogres came. The Warrior's men all fled leaving only him to stand against the onslaught. 7 of them vs 1 warrior. He dodged a over head strike of the first one. Who charged in faster than the others. The Warrior took its head off before it could recover from the miss.

Then the other 6 surrounded him swords and spiked clubs coming from all angles. For a few minutes the dance was perfect nothing touched the warrior. And the ogres sported many cuts none dead or dying yet. And it was still 6 to 1. The strength of each blow blocked wore down on the Warrior. And the dance no matter how good couldn't stop them all forever.

The warrior took a glancing blow to his side that tore through his armor and left a gash. But the ogre was not true in his strike for it was the warrior's choice to take a gambit. He took a light wound for a killing blow. As the warrior's sword was sticking in the ogre's throat.

Now it was 5 to 1. But the Warrior couldn't dodge as fast any more,and for every block, Parry and strike he threw. A glancing blow or even a full blow would connect.

His armor in tatters his long sword broken off in the head of a ogre. His body sporting many cuts and gashes and bruises. 3 ogres left all wounded them selves. A bloody short sword in his hand the warrior stood tall and ready. This frightened the ogres 4 of them dead and it seems no matter how mighty the blow. This one man shook it off and continued to fight. So they ran knowing this man was death.

3 ribs cracked blood flowing from many wounds, battered and bruised. The Warrior stood till the ogres were long gone, then fell. The caravan tried to move on but the youngest daughter wouldn't leave the Warrior.

Her sister finally caved and ordered the Warrior put in the flat wagon with no top, in the back. But the younger one took half the cushions and blankets from their royal carriage and placed then there for him to be laid upon. She rode with him tending his wounds. Till they reached the Lord's village and keep.

The Lord asked where the Warrior was and his men. The caravan leader told him the men ran off before the last fight. Then told him how the Warrior stood alone against the 7 ogres and saved everyone including his bride to be. Who he introduced to the Lord.

She of course confirmed the story but also said that the Warrior would be dead soon as brave as he was he just wasn't good enough to stay alive. This the Lord took with a mild dissatisfaction.

Then he came up to the wagon the Warrior was laying in. And to the other daughter of the Lord. Who he told to come into the keep. She of course asked if the Warrior lived there and would be cared for. The Lord told her no that the Warrior lives a few miles unto the woods alone. And that the medics would take him there and tend him but he would most likely die.

She refused to leave the Warrior and demanded better treatment of him from the Lord. Said that she would tell her father he was a cruel man and request her sister be brought home away from him. This had her sister worried cause she had already liked this Lord so hansom in all his finery and loved it seems by his people. ( Who were crowded watching waiting to see what the Lord would do.)

But the worry left just as quickly as she encouraged him to find a solution. And he ordered the best clerics of his land to come to the keep and even ordered that a room be made up for the Warrior in the keep. A room not close to his own or the one his bride to be was in. But he allowed for the Warrior to be placed in a room for Royal guest next to the youngest daughter's room. So she could check on him.

In short time it was clear the Warrior would live and be himself again. Which overjoyed the Lord much to his bride to be's disapproval. But very surprising to the other sister.

Who had spent days with the Warrior never leaving. She had word of his condition sent to his family none ever came. She asked about his friends but there were none. It seemed that the Lord was the closest thing to a friend the Warrior had.

After the news that he would live and would fully recover. The youngest daughter started spending more time with the Lord and her sister. Planing the wedding and sending letters home about how good the Lord was. And how her older sister was madly in love. That it was going to be about more than just peace between the Lord's.

But she also spent long hours with the Warrior. To which the Lord noticed. He asked her why & how she felt about him? Of course her only answer was a deep red blush and a blurted out " He's brave and he saved us!"

But the Lord knew. And said " Your in love with him.", She looked scared and shocked at him. But to her surprise he continued. " I approve. You should write your father and tell him of my approval. And ask if you can marry him." The shock on her face could be seen clear as day.

But she did write the letter. And the Lord also visited the Warrior at his cabin to ask how he felt. Of course the Warrior had no words especially since he was considered a commoner. But the Lord answered for him. He was in love and this was good. So to help the peace treaty, and protect the land longer. As he knew the Warrior was planning to leave. He offered a title to him in exchange for 5 more years service.

This would make him royalty lower royalty but enough for him to be able to marry the younger daughter who the Warrior was in love. He also had the room in the keep, he had stayed in granted to him . So he could be both close to her and closer to the Lord.

And so it went he became friends with the Lord and courted his love for five years. The father had long ago been surprised and happy to receive his younger daughter's letter and also approved.

So they married. And after 6 years the Warrior lord moved to his love's home land. But they made many trips back to his home land to always come to the Lord's aid.

The end

Sorry I got into it and spent all day on that( hours lots of hours)...( plus editing the auto incorrect) But I have to say that's the first short story I've ever written with less than 22 pages... commits are ok.

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BlackDragon0 · #4 Jan 27th, 2022, 08:26 AM

light

He woke up in the darkness. He woke here everyday. He was born here. He was drow. How he hated the eternal darkness of the underdark.

Here he was little more than a slave. A male of a lower house. In a city where females ruled with cruelty unmatched by even demons. He just a soldier not even a son of the matron mother. His mother a lower priestess.

He was a patrol scout for a priestess of Lloth. Avery evil one. She reveled in torturing her own patrol. It didn't matter they were only males. Toys for her to play with.

How he wished he could see the light, to not have to see with the infra vision his people were born with, to see in the darkness. He was a swords master and hunter. He should have been treated with honor. Instead of torture.

It was time for patrol. He'd best not be late. It was death to be late. Of course even death would be better than the darkness.

He rose from bed to dress his body covered in scars. None from battle for no enemy had managed to touch him ever. No they were from whip , blade, and magic of the priestess. From birth to now. Even the soles of his feet had scars.

As he dressed if any one were watching. As he put his multi stitched shirt on. They'd have seen the worst of it was his back. Where the whips made with magic and poisons always found their mark. He donned his cheap leather armor. The back had been mended even more than his shirt. As the priestess only let the males wear leather so her magic whips could tear through to the soft flesh easily. If they had chain mail or better she had them executed.

They were the worst armored and armed patrol in the city. Even the goblin slaves were better armed and armored when sent to fight. Their weapons old and rusty if the male hadn't cleaned and sharpened them. Unlike him, he always sharpened his blades. Even though they were made of the weakest metal in the city.

He belted his swords and knife on and carried his boots with him. The priestess would tell them if they could wear them or not. Any male who showed up with them on wished he hadn't.

He was on time and stood with his boots before him. It didn't matter he almost never wore them and his feet were already scared. The patrol didn't matter they almost never ran in to anything. Most creatures would hear the screaming of the males being whipped . And avoid coming near.

But today was a little different. The priestess had them all wear boots. And said the patrol was going to the edge of the known drow territory. This was odd. They never went that far .

In truth the city was preparing for a surface raid. But none of the males in the low houses knew this. He would have never guessed. But on they marched out of the main entrance. A route they had never taken. He had gone this way before though when he was in training before he was old enough to be considered a soldier and sent back to his house. And assigned to the priestess' patrol.

Shortly after exiting the city. He felt the whip rip through his back once again. As pain cursed through him. " You, go scout ahead." she cackled. As the whip struck again., " I said go Now!" she laughed knowing it took time for the pain of the whip' s magic to allow movement. Through shear force of will he went on ahead. Forcing his legs to move against the magical pain.

He stayed out as far from the whip as he could. Hoping nothing was about for then even if he killed it. He would have to go report it to the priestess. And he didn't want to go near her.

It took days and he had time to mend his armor and shirt before sleep. And he awoke to darkness always darkness. But it was uneventful to the edge of the drow territory. There he had to stop and wait for the patrol. Wait for the whip and more orders.

But the patrol was late a day late. As late as it was he had to go back to check if something bad happened. It was part of the standard orders. So he headed back to the dreaded whip.

When he neared he herd hushed whispers. And a evil laugh. He looked. The priestess had whipped 2 males to death for fun. All the males had been whipped savagely. For the priestess had grown bored of this long patrol. And none of the males fought back. For it was law that no male kill a female or they were slain.

The priestess raised her whip to strike a 3rd male down . When a dagger flew from the darkness. And she fell dead. The drow scout snuck away using all his hunting skill to keep from being noticed.

All the males stood there in shock unsure of what to do. Finally a day later they carried the bodies of the dead. back to the city. Not knowing what fate awaited them. But this was their life, the only one they knew.

The drow scout kept going long beyond the borders. And into a realm of caves he had never been. He killed all he came across. No that it mattered. Just goblins and other evil cave dwellers. For months he traveled further and further from the drow city. Always thinking that the priestesses would find him and kill him in the worst way.

But then one cave wasn't so dark as the rest and as he traveled it he saw a brighter hole in to what? He hoped beyond hope it was the surface with it's light. And so he went.

He was correct the cave opened to a field on the surface with the full moon and stars shining brightly. Finally the light he had found the light and was no longer using his infra vision.

Dredon never felt the eleven arrow. As he was lost in the brightness of the light. His life long dream realized. He stared up from the ground at the moon. Until all was darkness. He lay with a arrow buried deep in his chest. Having known but 1 moment of happiness. 1 moment of hope. Just 1 moment of light.

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BlackDragon0 · #5 Jan 29th, 2022, 12:34 AM

dark Samson woke up the room was dark. His candle had went out. But the sun hadn't risen. So he woke in darkness but not as dark as where he was going. He and 2 others had a quest to do.

His friend the paladin. And the cleric that hired him. It was only a couple hours away till they meet up and leave. But he was so nervous about this one that sleep seemed like a fairy tale.

The short time he was asleep he was restless and rolled around allot. What was it about this job? He's never been this nervous about anything. He finally gave up moved around in the darkness and relit the candle.

The swordsman, a former soldier oiled then donned his armor. He took out his whetstone and sharpened his broadsword. Then took oil and cloth and shinned it. Which also prevents rust. He sheathed it and belted it on, and laced up his boots.

Sun rise was a short time away. He grabbed his daggers and knives. And packed his travel pack. He was ready to start, and blew out the candle. Darkness again. With a bit of light on the horizon. Still he'd start his quest in darkness.

It was lighter out when he arrived outside the temple early but the paladin arrived shortly after. " Couldn't sleep hunh?" Asked the paladin.

" Not really. You too, I see. You as nervous as I am?", Samson asked.

"Not at all! Anxious and eager to go.", said the paladin. As. he knocked on the temple door. The priest inside looked at them and automatically knew who they were.

The cleric was woke and came to them, ready to leave. "The early birds hunh? ", remarked the cleric.

"I don't see any birds. But the sooner we start the sooner the job will be done.", Said Samson..

" Never mind let's go.", said the cleric shaking his head... ( really that daft well. Hope his skill is better than his brain power.) thought the cleric. And off they set.

It took 2 days to reach their destination. Which was a long ago abandoned temple of the cleric's order. Who had come to see why 1000 years ago it was abandoned. And recover any religious artifacts found.

The temple was in ruins. And seemed to have sunk almost under ground. ( Actually the top 3 floors had crumbled so only 2 floors were under ground.) There was an opening to go in. A archway assumed to have been once a door. Had held up 2 slabs of stone and was intact. Albeit 3/4 sunk.( it was actually once a giant stain glass window.)

They entered to find a 10ft drop. Not hard to handel. The room itself had only the light from the entrance shining in. Which wouldn't last long as it would be night soon. Torches were lit. As Samson thought ( great more darkness.)

There were rocks and boulders everywhere. And any corridors left were blocked but the search did reveal a stone stairway down. And the group descended into deeper darkness. If not for the torches they'd be unable to see or move really.

The next floor was more or less intact. All but a few rooms which no longer exist due to cave ins. The cleric found some old scroll writings and a tome. Which he bagged. And a amulet. He now wore. Everything else of use had long since turned to dust or did when touched. They found another stair well down.

This floor was normal seeming as they walked the corridors. Then the undead started to swarm. Zombies of the priest and bodies from the crypt below came out of nowhere it seemed. And so Samson and the paladin were hard pressed. Until the cleric approached chanting his low level turn undead spell. As his new amulet began to glow his spells power was amplified drastically. And All undead with in 10 ft of him were disintegrated. And the ones on the edges milled about aimlessly. So the 2 fighters destroyed them.

They were able to search the floor as long as they stayed within 10 ft of the cleric. "There is a powerful evil magic at work here. We must find it's origins and destroy it to set things right again.", said the cleric. Then they found the cathedral. Which told them they were on the ground floor of the temple. And the archway they entered was not a doorway. "We must go down to the crypt and see if we can find the source of this evil.", ordered the cleric. Samson had a bad feeling about this.

Suddenly all was darkness. And a while later Samson awoke in darkness again. His head throbbing. He checked his pack was still there. So he got a torch and lit it. He was in a room. Way different from any yet seen. It was more like a cave with a door added to make a room. Then he saw the paladin's headless body it had been drug here. You could make out the blood trail to the door in the torch light. His hand clutching his bloodied sword in a death grip.

Atleast his friend had went down fighting. Then he saw the clerics body lying not far. He went over the cleric was still breathing. Like him he had a bloody head. ( Knocked out too.) Samson rousted the cleric from unconsciousness. "What happened?", he said.

"I don't know. But it seems we have been captured. By some one or something. My friend died fighting. His body is over there.", Samson answered.

Then he searched him self and his gear further. His sword was gone. Weather he dropped it when knocked out or it was taken he did not know. But all the daggers and knives were still in his pack. He took out 2 that were just shy of being short swords. By luck or stupidity his pack had not been searched he'd make whom ever their captors were pay.

The cleric had the sack he had stored stuff in taken. As well as the amulet. But his belt pouches were still there. He produced a small mace from a pouch way too small to have held it and shrugged. " Let's get out of here.", he suggested.

Samson handed the torch to the cleric, who had a free hand. And headed over to the door. With the cleric standing still away so as that the light wouldn't be seen through the door. Samson listened for a while in the darkness, till he was sure it was all clear. Then tried the door. It was locked or bolted.

He went to the cleric and they both went to the door. Samson tried to kick it open it creaked but didn't open. So they both shouldered the door. And wound up on the floor out side. Of course this made a loud ruckus as the door splintered. And sounds came from every direction.

Then as they ran aimlessly( deeper under ground, for it was a deep cave they were in far below the temple.) not knowing were they were going. They ran into a group of 5 goblins.( Yes they were stupid and paid for it, having not searched the 2) Samson made light bloody work of 4. And the cleric got one with his mace.

But more could be herd. So on they ran. These goblins were too stupid to maintain doors or check prisoners. They must being lead by someone or something. That much was obvious to the 2. What wasn't was the way out. They came to a large half open room. with tables to one side. The dinning hall...

Before they reached the other side they were surrounded by goblins with more pressing in from the doorways. The only 2 choices were surrender or fight. They fought. Till the cleric went down sword through the heart. The torch dropped on a table. It's old half rotted wood caught fire lighting the room 10 fold.

(Atleast I won't have to fight in the dark.) thought Samson. And many a goblin fell before him. Having stuffed knives in his belt. Every time he lost one in a corpse or threw one. He just pulled another. But it seemed for every kill 2 more goblins took their place.

Suddenly he was on the ground. No more pain, no more throbbing headache. Wait his body was sitting at the burning table he could see it.{ He never saw the demon that took his head} That was strange. He starred at it and the fire light till all was darkness. ( Great this started in darkness. We fought and traveled in darkness. And now it ends in Darkness!) Samson thought as he fell into the deepest darkness of all Death.

Oops things got grim again. And dark very dark....

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BlackDragon0 · #6 Jan 29th, 2022, 09:09 AM

seekingsolace The Knight seeks solace. Tired of fighting, killing, friends dying, and bloody war after bloody war.

25 years of it. First as a soldier, then a commander. And finally as a knight. Yes he had wanted to be a knight all his life. To adventure to save lives, especially damsels. But this was nothing like the stories of knights and heroism. This was just blood and death.

But this last war was over he was currently free to go wherever he wished. So he sought solace on the sea. Till pirates attacked just days into the journey. And the blood and death returned. He of course was more than what the pirates had expected and after losing half their crew to the knight and sailors who were smart enough to follow his lead. The pirates fled. ( The sailors may have known the boat and sea. But he knew battle and death.)

3 more times pirates attacked. So the see wasn't the place for the knight to seek solace. So he traveled to the country side. To a cousins farm. To seek solace in the fields and grass and open country. But goblins raided. Killed his cousins family one by one as they fought. When only the knight stood covered in blood and decimating the raiding party. The few left fled, lighting the house and barns on fire as they did. Everyone dead every thing burned to the ground the knight would find no solace here.

So the knight went to a big city. And there walking the streets seeking solace among the citizens. He was set upon by thieves. He killed them all of course. Then was arrested but released after witnesses came forward. But then his armor and sword still covered in the thieves' blood, he was attacked again. This time by a warrior out to make a name for himself. The Knight killed him. But this time instead of being arrested he was banned from the city. He would find no solace there.

Then he met a woman in a small town and sought solace in love. But before they could be wed. A dragon burned the town to ash. The Knight and only a few survived. His bride to be's corpse was found smoldering in what was her home. The Knight of course hunted down the dragon nearly dying himself. ( Again blood and death.) But he avenged his lover and the town. But he found no solace in love only more loss more pain.

So he traveled far into the woods where none had before not even the local rangers. To seek solace alone in the forest. Again none to be found. As he struggled to build a cabin Orcs attacked. He killed them all. And determined not to concede he finished the cabin. Then more orcs and a ogre came. The battle was long and bloody. And the cabin was smashed by the ogre. But still the knight prevailed. (Again blood and death.)

It was apparent he would find no solace here either for dark creatures lived some where near. And so he camped in the forest a few days deciding on what to do next. When a loud explosion in his head. For a giant had come looking for his missing slaves and instead found their killer the knight. And while the knight was deep in thought. The giant smashed his skull with a rock. Blood bone and brains everywhere. .... Maybe maybe just maybe in death the knight would find the solace he sought...
Then again ....( More blood and death.)

Hmm well these seem to be going just like all my old dnd chs who never made it past lv 3 . Am I sensing a bloody theme here?

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BlackDragon0 · #7 Jan 29th, 2022, 09:50 AM

BreakAway The Tabaxi adventure swords master awoke in chains. By a fire in a small room the bodies of his party piled in the corner. He was alone. Unarmed and bound. Where he did not know.

When a slaver walked in. The bandits his group had been sent to kill followed. Fewer in number but nonetheless still there. The slaver looked at the others then the Tabaxi. "You've spared the right one. This one's of a rare breed. You don't find one like him but once a millennium. He'll fetch a very nice price.", said the slaver. " The others could have been useful. But to many makes them willful, and harder to control and sell. I'll go get you a very fair price for him and take him to the market to sell. Feed him and keep him well. A half dead slave is worthless. I'll be back in a few days." said the slaver . As he knew he'd need more coin than he brought if he wanted this one in good condition.

The bodies were carried out and the Tabaxi was alone in the room again for many hours. Thinking (I have only a few days to escape. There must be away.) The bandits brought food placed it before him. And left. But when they came back the food was still there." Hey you eat!", Yelled one.

"I can't I'm chained and unable to move.", said the Tabaxi.

"What do we do? If he starves we won't get paid." complains one.

"Ohh alright" said the first. "Unlock the cell. I'll go unchain him. He can't go anywhere there's still 10 of us here and his friends are dead."

And so he entered and unchained the Tabaxi. "Now eat !!!!!!!!!!" he was saying as The Tabaxi stole his sword and ran him through.( Stupid aren't you. Should have left the blade out side.) Thought the Tabaxi. As he then rushed out and quickly pinned the stunned 2nd bandit to the wall. Blade at his throat. " 10 you said? 9 now!" he growled. " 8", he purred as he slit the bandits throat. ( Now I've got to Break Away fast.) He thought.

The Tabaxi killed 8 more bandits as he made his escape. And outside he was free. He had made his Break Away! Until A spear pierced his heart. As there were 10 bandits left yes. But also their leader. A barbarian with a quick temper and sharp spear.

The Tabaxi had broke away. But also died doing so.

Dam another one he almost made it too...hmm didn't this happen before?

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BlackDragon0 · #8 Feb 7th, 2022, 01:45 AM

Heaven The lone Dragonborn walks alone. Having been chased from another town. Wondering what hell this is. His people once protected this realm. But now they see him as monster.

It can't have been that long ago can it? Since his people were killed saving many towns, villages, and cities from the dragon swarm... Can he really look so evil? So monstrous?

The Dragonborn once so proud of his heritage now wonders if it is a curse. Maybe he should go breath fire and use all the fighting/ killing skills he knows on the town. Show them what a monster is.

But that would bring shame to the names and deeds of all his people who died saving these wretches. He doubts any of them ever had honor much less knew what it was. The whole town more evil than drow. Not one good being among them.

He came across a caravan heading farther from his home land. ( now a burnt wasteland of corpses of dragon and dragonborn alike)." Ho there. " They greeted. "Who might you be big fella?" They asked the 8ft Dragonborn.

He responded by. pulling back his hood revealing the Red Dragonborn beneath. Sword in hand. He truly expected to fight.

"Wow. A big and scary one ain't you? We could use a guard like you. It pays good and we don't care what you are or look like. As long as your not here to hurt us."
Said one who was evidently in charge.

The Dragonborn explained that he was not evil and would lay his life down to protect them. And he would have too. For finally he meet some people worthy of his protection and to honor his dead clan.

Only one or 2 goblin attacks came over the next few months. ( They fled after seeing the Dragonborn slaughter their friends. See being big and scary can be helpful. Breathing fire and wielding a blade that brought death with each swing wasn't bad either.

Then they came to a city. And the Dragonborn was refused entry. So the caravan turned to leave with all its goods.( The city having been besieged for weeks couldn't afford this.) ( Yes that's right besieged. The caravan slipped through where the sentries had grown lazy. And we're asleep.)

A guard came out and stopped them. Then a finely dressed man accompanied by the guard captain came.
"Why do you leave?" they asked.

" Your guards won't let our escort in. And where he is unwelcome so are we and our goods are also unwelcome." the caravan leader said.

" That demonic thing in our city. We can't allow that."
They said.

" Then we can't enter either." the caravan leader replied.

"Fine. you drive a hard bargain." said the man in charge.

And with that the group entered. All seemed fine. Until the Dragonborn tried to get food and lodging. He was turned away from every tavern and inn. And had to sleep on the ground next to the caravan.

The next day no goods were sold or traded. And again the finely dressed man and captain showed. " Why are you not selling your goods ?" they asked.

The caravan leader pointed at the Dragonborn alone on the ground. So a bit later 2 guards came and showed the Dragonborn to a freshly built shack with a bed fit for him and a fire place for warmth and cooking. Then took him to a old lady who cooked for the guards. She of course was scared but also was scared of no more supplies. So she agreed to bring the Dragonborn food.

The fourth day in the city Came the attack. The goblins had had time to build towers and rams. And we're storming the walls. The gates would not hold.

And the caravan leader came to the Dragonborn. " Will you help? If the goblins get in many will die."

The Dragonborn didn't care for this city shunned him and called him demon and monster. Showed him nothing but hate. " What about us? We will die!" said the caravan leader. "Also who will show them who you really are. If not you. You can reclaim your people's honor and prove you are not the evil they fear. But the beast that evil it's self should fear."

This was all the Dragonborn needed for his heart and soul screamed protect these people. The same heart and soul that made each of his kind fight and die to save others.

The Dragonborn went to the main gate. As it broke. The guards there died quickly. But the Dragonborn breathed his dragonfire and the way was blocked ...

Until there was nothing to burn. On came the goblins again. And again the dragonfire. Each time a goblin got through. The Dragonborn's sword killed it.

But the fire wouldn't last forever. As piles and piles of dead burning goblin corpses piled around the broken entrance. The Dragonborn ran out of fire to breath. And still the goblins came. Over the dead, through each other if they had to.

The Dragonborn stood alone against the onslaught. 200 yards back the town's folk watched. And many wondered at how they had treated this amazing warrior who now fought for their lives.

The Dragonborn was bleeding now from many wounds. And piles of bodies all around. The rest of the guards had turned back the tide where they were. And began filtering towards the main gate.

So a final surge came all on the Dragonborn. And he fought and when it was all done not a goblin inside the gate was alive. The guard forces arrived and the goblins outside fled.

Bodies everywhere some burnt some chopped. And here near the center ripped apart by something big. In the center lay the Dragonborn many arrows in him, and more cuts than that. And one sword in his heart. He was dead.
He like his kin had given his life for others.

The finely dressed man and captain had a monument raised in his honor and likeness and swore never to allow his kind to be treated so poorly here again.

But it didn't matter The Dragonborn was the last of his kind. He died for a people who hated. and feared him. And now nothing they did mattered to him
for now he was in...HEAVEN.

Awe man we lost another one!!! How many more????

BlackDragon0 · #9 Feb 8th, 2022, 04:15 PM

InnocenceLuskan.
Busy cluttered streets, the market. But most important the court fair!!!! But there I am getting ahead of my self...

It was early dawn. In a run down shack in the bottoms. A muffled scream, blood squirting, a throat slit...

A road, a caravan, it's guard (Strong Sword). A goblin attack , swords swing , steel on steel. Steel on flesh, blood sprays....

The woman who had done her job and asks for coin dies. And a man stands bloody over her. A long haired man in leathers and a traveling cloak....

Goblins die. Goblins flee. Before a blood soaked warrior. A warrior with long hair. Leather armor. And a elven traveling cloak is given....

The man leaves, having kept his coin. Nosey neighbors watch and wait. Then rush to see the gory scene. A guard is beckoned...

Coins are given. Warrior and caravan part way. " Be sure to keep that cloak on till you clean up. Don't want to give the wrong impression, do ya?", Parting words given...

The description given. A search started. A scared man looks for an escape. Through the market. People notice...

A weary, travel worn warrior. A long road behind. The city gates ahead...

A evil man. A plan. A direction to head. Witnesses just enough to point. Down the city roads. The gates ahead. If only...

A guard, a wave. The gates open. The warrior enters, seeking food , bath and bed. A man passes. A hard shoulder bump. The warrior is turned the way he had come....

Two men pause. One startled , and angry. The other rushes away smiling. A guard yells. The gates shut behind him. What luck...

A warrior takes a step toward the other man. A hand grabs his shoulder. A loud explosion in his head. A splash of blood. A cracked head. A warrior unconscious. What luck...

A long road. An escape made. A evil runs....

A court fair. A warrior held for murder. A description given. Not once, not twice, but thrice. A bloody blade, laid across bloody clothes. A town raving. A judgment is given....

A story is told. A man rushes through the streets. Through the market. To the court fair. A gate guard chases...

A court fair. A man. A sentence passed. A executioner summoned. Tools and contraptions brought. Innocence proclaimed. A city laughs. A scream is let out...

A man. A crowd. A scream to wait. A scream of pain herd. The caravan leader sees...

A warrior is cut, burned, beaten.. A voice of reason ignored. A city enjoying the scene. Ropes tied, horses whipped. A final scream. Blood flies!!! A part here. A part there. Parts everywhere. A gleeful blood covered crowd cheers...

A man yells. "You murdering bastards! you killed a innocent man!", A council whispers. A question asked. " Do you know this man?" A laugh and a wave over the scene....

" That man was a warrior.", A angry reply. "Who not less than a hour ago saved my caravan from a goblin attack on the road here." A witness given. A gate guard arrives...

A nother question asked. " What say you ?" A guard catches his breath. " There was another fitting the description. Who left." A response given...

" That man was Strong Sword a good man!" A angry man yelled. " That was no man." A retort given. A crowd laughs. " A evil was done. A evil was punished. A judgment given. A sentence carried out.", A council says. "Justice has been served." A bloody crowd cheers. A roar for MORE....

A accusation shouted. " You corrupt murders. You killers of innocence.", A order given. " You say no more! You and the guard be gone or beheaded.", A order given...

Ahhh yes._______________________ Luskan._________________A city of corpses. A city of evils. A city of corruption. City where innocents die daily.

Ahem where was I? Ohh yes ....

Let me tell you about a city of splendor. A port city where ships of captured pirates and treasure are seen daily. A great city with great people. A great street market. A great government. And the best of all the court fair where justice is severed... Ahhh yes the great city of Luskan!

Wow wait what? Really? Did that just happen?

Ok ok ik not my usual. You can thank the way my ch Storm has been treated in recent game, for the plot. It's where the story comes from.... As to the totally different writing style... Well I been reading others 100 theme stuff. And we'll this is what you get when a writer is influenced by out side sources!!! Not my fault.

Still I hope you think I did something really really great here. And not something really really extremely extremely horrible.

BlackDragon0 · #10 Feb 9th, 2022, 10:00 AM

Drive
Drive that's what I wanted to do. Just drive....

But they said too young. No licence. You don't know how...

Teach me I can learn. I'm older than you now. Can't get one if no one will teach me.

Drive that's what I wanted to do. Just drive....

Take the car and drive. Wow this is fast. This is fun....

I can drive see. Don't need a licence. I'm 25, I'm an adult, I can drive if I want to..

Man did you see that? Took that turn like a pro. Like a pro on race day....

Drive that's what I wanted to do. Just drive....

Wow look at all the flashy lights. Wonder why they every where. I'm just driving...

What's that noise? Why are you trying to stop me from driving? All I'm doing is driving...

"Wait stop. Your in. Check his pulse. Nope he's gone..."

"Yeah we lost him. Hit the tree doing over 100mphh. No we couldn't find a licence. No his face is gone..."

Drive that's what I wanted to do. Just drive....

ok sorry it wasn't very long and I tried the new style again...

BlackDragon0 · #11 Feb 9th, 2022, 03:53 PM

fixed☺☺☺☺☺

BlackDragon0 · #12 Feb 9th, 2022, 10:05 PM

Breathe Again
The Dream Again always the dream.

The Dragonborn boards the ship. He doesn't want to but his God said go. So the cleric went. He doesn't know why he doesn't want to get on the ship.

But get on he does as he has before. Many times, sometimes with others help. At least this time he ain't screaming about the people who died on those ships in the great sea battle. At least this time he ain't running for the docks.

No his claws sink into the mast, which his dragon strength threatens to break in two. He nods to captain and crew. The boat moves. He looks longingly at the dock as they go. But this time he doesn't run screaming, "Take me back I don't want to die!" This time he stays. It's evident he has been out to sea many times even though he doesn't want to.

The days pass all is calm. The Dragonborn is in his normal spot his private quarters below deck. A loud explosion. A shake and rumble. Then All hell breaks loose. Screams of the dying. Cracking and breaking of wood. A large crash!!!

And suddenly the Dragonborn is in water up to his waste in his quarters! Things are bad. The cleric opens his door ( actually he rips it off its hinges...). Water more water! Must get out, must go up. Thinks the Dragonborn. He runs to the stairs.

The hatch won't budge. He burst through it. The wood splinters under the might of the Dragonborn. But the water rushes in! And all the strength of a thousand dragonborn, couldn't stop him from being swept away by the rush.

Can't breathe drowning! All the Dragonborn wants to do is breathe again... He knows down here under water he can't. So his claws dig into whatever he can and crawls back to the hatchway.

The rush is less now but the pressure and current pull ever downward. The Dragonborn pulls him self through but instead of the sky and air... More water ! No! Screams the Dragonborn's mind . All her wants is to breathe again...

He knows the ship is sinking he must go up as high as he can. Under the pressure and current, unable to breathe. He claws his way up the deck. He knows the surface is up. Air is up. Life is up! He finds a grip in something fimilar. The mast his claws! Yes he can go up! All the Dragonborn wants is to breathe again...

His chest hurts, his lungs burn, his mind screams LET ME BREATHE! He can't hold on much longer. But still he climbs. All he wants is to breathe again...

Above lightening flashes as a God's wrath is unleashed. How dare someone attack his cleric! A huge storm rages. The Dragonborn climbs. If only the God reached down and pulled him up. But gods don't do that it'd be interfering with the natural course of mortals. The Dragonborn clerics own lightening reaches up towards the storm...

Alas to no avail. The Dragonborn climbs to the very top of the mast. But it's to late the ship has sunk to far. He cant breath. He can't swim. His armor is heavy. His arms weak. If only he could climb the lightening. The surface can't be that far. All the Dragonborn wants is to breathe again...

His lungs give. His strength goes. His mind screams. His eyes go wide. Darkness. All the Dragonborn wants to do is breathe again!!!!!

But he's gone. And whoever or whatever attacked is suffering a thousand deaths from a very angry storm god!

Storm wakes in a cold sweat! Dragonborn don't sweat! But it was that dream again it's the same one every time. And Storm repeats his mantra..."Only fools get on boats and drown at sea!"

He Don's his armor his robes his sword his lightening bolt. And his cloak. And heads to The On Your Shield Inn to find his new mission. His first was a good one he made friends maybe they are there. And food!

This is an excerpt from the memories of Storm. A tempest cleric in the West Marches.

BlackDragon0 · #13 Feb 11th, 2022, 11:55 PM

Memory... The 1 and only memory of Gil, Storm will ever have!
{"Bronze dragon. There is no shame in being what you are. There IS shame in pretending to be what you are not. You have not shown yourself worthy of life. You offer a prospect of taking without giving. You offer failure and death to all by your weakness. We need to know right now if you have a spine! Because if things get rough, no one is going to have time to coddle your wobbly ass! And if you can't get it together now, get off the damned ship now or I'll push you overboard myself later! ( aka kill you myself) } "Ssssthra. Khl'ennathret ta'shhlaen ta'shhlaet. Str'ennathret na'shlaen na'shlet. M'gran strgrath. T'lan strgrath. G'l'strgaekt'naesh. KrrAEsssthillettnatELlistrgath'aesh. TllathhisSHAEnna'telluon. Tllashhisna'thaen. GllueaschAENEASTHHALACHT'TAEN! Flaessthellii'khenn ek TAK! Thhrea'enetIALLegrannnessentassshi, shtelettinetth." ,Gil said in draconic to Storm.

Gil looked up at Morgan and Tolan, As he had done nothing or said nothing. But the fact is he just threatened to kill a party member. Why cause in truth Gil's only purpose is to use and the kill others when he's either mad or done using them.

Storm only knows this drunkard is out to betray and kill the party. And so he shall never trust him. And that Gil pretends to be what he is not! Good, friend, and kind. He is Evil, enemy, killer.

Forever more his only memory of Gil will be the threat of trying to kill the dragonborn. And no matter what he shall never trust Gil.

Hey look no one died yet...

BlackDragon0 · #14 Feb 12th, 2022, 01:49 AM

Insanity "Your born you live a short life you die... Why?"....

God: Because you have purpose.

" Wait a purpose? Where is the purpose? We live short lives that mean nothing in the grand scheme of time. We aren't alive long enough to do anything but die."

God: Exactly.

" Wait are you saying our purpose in life is to die?"

God:Yes.

" But that's insane we exist because our purpose is to die!!!"

God:Yes.

" Are you insane?"

God:Yes.

" Why? Why make us if our purpose is to die?"

God: I was bored. You live, try to find meaning in life then die. It's entertaining.

" That's insanity. Are you that insane that you create us with the purpose to die for entertainment?"

God:Yes. You should see how many ways you die. Sickness, age, accidentally... war. And if that wasn't enough you create new ways to die daily. Used to be I had to cause people to die. Now they do it all themselves.

"WHY???", the insanity of it all was to much and the person threw them selves off a clif, into a pool of spikes, hooked to electricity, and instead of water acid...

God:Ha ha see I told you. Now that was entertaining....

BlackDragon0 · #15 Feb 16th, 2022, 01:14 AM

Misfortune
Was it misfortune to be born.
Was is misfortune that he was beaten daily.
Was it misfortune his family died in a fire.
Was it misfortune the goblins took him.
Was it misfortune that he now toiled in their mines.

No the misfortune was he tried to escape.
The misfortune was he trusted the wrong man.
The misfortune was the rock to the back of his head.
The misfortune was the light 10 feet away...
The misfortune was the goblin sword sticking through his chest.
The misfortune was that he failed while the other got away.
The misfortune was that he was dead.

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