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finnissilly · 8 months

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Hello I wrote something and I’d like to share, this takes place 5 years prior to the campaign.

TW for horror aspects (specifically body horror)

A larger figure had sat hunched against a great tree, they’d had darker blue skin along with a pink nose, wearing floral and lighter colored clothing, as they’d sported a massive braid that reached down to their knees.

They’d sat there as they’d been contemplating, gazing upon their hand.

They’d brushed their long bangs out of their face that’d usually be covering their eyes- revealing their heterochromia and scars thrashed against his face.

Two by their eye, looking almost of the resemblance of claw markings, the other being a strange cross like symbol on their forehead that went over an attempt at a red circular tattoo.

He let out a long sigh as he’d attempted to cast a spell but. Nothing had come out..

“What’s happening…” he spoke softly to himself.

For this hadn’t been the first time this had happened to him, he’d recalled other events where his abilities hadn’t worked to their fullest extent and hadn’t done what they’re supposed to.

Thinking back on it as their fluff filled pointed ears slanted down in a sort of distress.

They’d thought about what had happened earlier today and the thoughts of it irked him.

He made a fist of his hands and pulled his legs in, as if it was an attempt to make himself smaller.

Granted making themselves smaller was hard as they were towering at 8 ft tall from being a firbolg- a descendant of the giants. Other physical traits of his race had included bluish skin, pointed ears that almost looked animalistic, and a rosy pink nose.

“Fern?” A familiar voice spoke, looking over and recognizing the voice to the figure- standing at 6 ft tall, dark hair with a few gray streaks within the hair as a nod to how old he was, to anyone who didn’t know any better would say he’s in his 40’s, in reality he was in his late 300’s.

He wore dark clothing and had rather pale skin with many scars aligned across it. He’d recognized this person as his friend Miles.

“Are uh.. you okay..?” He’d asked him. Fern just glanced at him, then to the ground as they’d gone into deep thought, tears began to trickle down their face.

He’d pulled up his legs to his chest and hugged them tightly as they put their head down.

The other had frowned at this and quietly went to sit down next to him.

“Something’s wrong- with me! I know something’s wrong!” The firbolg yelled in an upset tone, frantically wiping their face.

“I- today You- Kilo- I..” she sniffled.

Miles stayed silent as his friend spoke, he just listened for whatever Fern had to get off her chest.

“Augh- I! I’m a warlock! And I can’t even do what I’m supposed to- my powers? Bloody fuckin useless!” He stood up and ranted as he’d paced angrily- more at himself than anything.

“I can’t do the ONE thing I’m really supposed to do- and, you- you could’ve died because of me! Why aren’t you angry, why aren’t you tearing me a new one???”

Miles just sat there for a moment, processing what Fern had said. “..wait- are you upset because you missed your spell attack..? Kilo and I handled it fine-“

“No! You don’t get it! Because I MISSED, MY attack- you two got hurt, that scar is a mark of proof for that-“ Fern pointed at Miles’ scar on his neck. “and! That fight would’ve been done sooner if I hadn’t bloody fuckin’ missed! Not even JUST missed but the wrong spell coming out too??” He seemed frustrated and upset.

Miles stayed silent for a moment as he’d think of what to respond with

“..Okay, yeah I have a new scar from that- sure. But I don’t blame- you for that I-“ Miles paused before whispering “god Kilo is better with these types of conversations than I am..” he sighed before thinking “do you think you could seek communication with your patron in any way..?” Miles suggested.

Fern had perked up at that as their ears twitched.

“You’re right- I can..! Wait.” He paused.

“What..?” Miles replied confused.

Fern then had frantically searched their pockets, before grabbing out a compass, “what the hell..” Fern spoke as she examined the compass which seemed to be spinning all around the place. “That’s… new..” Fern spoke as she stared at it, investigating the compass for any cracks or physical flaws- but couldn’t find anything. Just a forever spinning needle.

“It’s.. supposed to always point to her but- this isn’t.. unless she’s playing some weird prank where she’s actually just- right in front of me and spinning around me while.. invisible. Which- yes I can absolutely see her doin. But- that wouldn’t explain my powers..” he spoke before thinking for a bit.

“Come to think of it..” he paused “I haven’t gotten any messages from her in ages.. about a month If I can remember correctly and… that’s around the time when this first started happening’ to me with me powers…”

“So.. you think it’s connected..?” Miles asked.

“Yeah no bloody fuckin shit sherlock it’s gotta be-!” Fern exclaimed in a bit rude tone before pausing “Sorry- I know you’re just tryin’ to help.” Fern sighed, Miles just shrugged.

Fern defeatedly made his way back to sit next to Miles within the vast forest the two were camped at.

“I don’t know what I’m gonna do now… a warlock who can’t use their own powers? And whose patron is…'' he stopped as Fern spoke sadly, slumping over.

He didn’t want to assume the worst but he didn’t know what to do, they were in their own head trying to piece together what was happening and why it was happening.

Starting to spiral as they’d curled up into a ball, hugging their knees again.

Miles reached a hand over to place on him gently as a sort of comfort, which snapped Fern out of it.

“Sorry I know I’m not as good with words as Kilo is- but I know we’ll figure this out.” He spoke as Fern nodded softly as he sighed.

Miles took his hand away and just leaned against the tree, the two sitting in silence before Miles broke it.

“In the meantime- you can practice more of that hand-to-hand type combat.” Miles spoke with a small laugh, attempting to lighten the mood as Fern chuckled.

“Ah c’mon you know I’m rubbish at that“ Fern spoke, shaking their head as they’d fixed their bangs back into their original place.

“All the more reason to practice it- c’mon now, you don’t think I was always good at punching people in the face do you?” Miles joked.

“pff- I dunno you seem to surprise me everyday.” Fern chuckled.

The two sat there in silence for a while, not an awkward or uncomfortable silence, but one of the comfort of two friends who’d cared about one another deeply.

As the night carried out, Fern was attempting to piece together what was happening and why.

They’d finally gone to lay down in their tent at the end of the day, letting themself drift to sleep.

When their eyes opened, they were back home, within the deep and vast forests that existed in the mountains with their firbolg community. Spotting familiar faces left and right as they finally found them, and everything was okay.

They’d played amongst old friends and family, playing tricks and pranks on them as they’d loved to do.

Playing hide and seek with the younger ones was always fun with having the abilities to turn invisible or change your height.

Hearing the birds chirp happily as they’d built their nests, hearing distant trots of deer as they’d gone to find their families, the howls of wolves who were commencing a hunt, the yips of foxes who played amongst one another.

Everything in nature was at peace and at balance.. just as it should be and what Fern and the Firbolgs lived to protect.

“Fern..” a distorted voice called out, as he turned around to see an abomination of different people throughout her life, his family, his friends, the cultists, even Miles and Kilo.

Meshed into one big nightmarish creature- inhuman legs sticking from it that looked as if they were different slumps of flesh and bones,

The creature hovered over Fern as it had looked like it was melting, only just let into creation and already falling apart.

Fern trembled as their eyes widened, frozen in fear. “Why did you run Fern?” It asked with its hellish voices, as the flesh and heads bubbled and popped.

“all you do is run.. run from your parents.. your home… your…. Cult.. even your feelings!” It towered over Fern as a neck extended from it, the face meeting with him being of one he couldn’t recognize, too distorted to put a finger on.

“You run, and run and RUN.” It screamed at him as the surrounding area set fire, the forest thrives in the fire, as a town was soon spotted behind the monster.. commotion between the town and the forest rose.

Fern hyperventilated, panicking- as they were able to snap out of it before making a run for it.

The creature running after him as it screamed “YOU CAN'T RUN FOREVER FERNIE!”

He breathed out heavily, as they’d tripped and tumbled down a hill, rolling and rolling on the steepness of it.

She groaned as she hit the bottom of it, but it was quieter now.. hearing instead of fire and a monstrosity of his past screaming at him, but a shimmering sound.. looking up he was.. well in the feywild again.

“What the..'' looking around and spotting Maryweather’s home, a small cottage in the middle of a meadow that edged on a beautiful forest.. She never did quite like modern civilization.

Fern panted, standing up before running to her home, reaching to her door to knock on it, not even one knock in the house had been engulfed into flames as she gasped, falling onto her back as she closed her eyes, opening to meet the creature back and directly in his face, “goodnight.” It spoke distortedly, before unhinging it’s jaw, revealing its sharp blood stained, rotten teeth as it lunged for Fern with a horrible screech.

Fern shot up, gasping awake in his tent, panting as he’d tried to calm down.

They shook their head as they sat there for a moment, getting up.

They’d gotten dressed, packed things up and lastly- written a letter which they’d placed beside Kilo and Miles’ tents.

They breathed out as they adjusted the huge backpack they’d had, before leaving into the abyss of the night, taking one final look back at the camp before leaving..

Kilo and Miles had awoken around the same time the next day, after the two had gotten dressed, Miles walked out his tent, stretching before glancing over and noticing Fern’s tent was gone.

“Kil?” Miles beckoned as Kilo had gotten out “yes?” His younger brother spoke, Kilo was a shorter drow elf, he had dark blue skin with freckles painted across it.

A wooden prosthetic leg was visible on his right side, and a scar that covered over his right eye with hair swooping over to accompany it. He'd always kept his hair in a ponytail and had always wore dark armor with a sort of light or angel symbol on the chest of it.

Kilo looked to be in his 20’s or 30’s if you went by human ages and appearances, however he was well into his late 200’s.

“Where’s Fern’s tent gone?” Miles asked, as Kilo immediately noticed.

“Um.. maybe they.. packed up early..? I- I dunno.. I know that’d be a bit strange.. since.. I remember we weren’t going to move for the next few days, but uh.. I dunno? Could be wrong? Maybe Fern uh-“

“Got in trouble..” Miles interrupted

“I’m sorry?” Kilo puzzled.

“If someone hurt Fern oh I’ll fucking kill them-“ Miles began to get aggressive. As he practically growled his words out.

“Now- wait. Hang on. We both know Fern can handle herself, I doubt she’s-“ he stopped “oh hey, lookit this.”

Miles stopped and perked up at whatever Kilo had found.

Kilo bent over, and grabbed a piece of folded paper that titled ‘Kilo and Miles’

He stood up, and shrugged, opening it, Miles hovered over Kilo’s shoulder as he read it outloud. “ ‘dear friends- I’ve gone off to find out why my powers aren’t working how they should be, I suspect that something’s happened to Maryweather. Sorry I couldn’t do this in person, I know if I did you two would put up an argument with me as to come with- but I can’t let you do that, for I fear this may put your lives in danger and I don’t wish to lose you two.

I’ve run from everything in my life, and I’m choosing not to run from this but face it head on without help.

I’m sorry, I hope to see you again some day.

- your friend, Fern’ “

Kilo lowered the letter, before Miles yanked it from him “hey- wait!” Kilo pleaded as Miles crumbled it up and chucked it as hard as he could into the distance in anger he huffed.

“God that fucking IDIOT.” He shook in anger.

Kilo just stayed quiet as he let his brother be angry, sure Kilo wasn’t happy either but his was more in a sad way than anything,

Miles had felt the anger boil over him as he excused himself to go deal with his anger alone.

Kilo let him be alone during this, sitting down next to where Fern’s tent was and let out a sigh as he stroked the grass next to him.

“I’ll see you on another adventure Fern..”

He spoke sadly, at least this time he knew where Fern was going and why.. unlike the situation with their parents where they’d left without any trace of them.

Kilo had lied down within the grass and let himself drift into deep thought about everything.. he felt sad. Fern was one of his friends, if not one of his only friends.

He was going to miss him a lot.. and he knew Miles was going to, too.

After about an hour of Kilo laying down and being deep in thought, Miles made his way back to their camp panting- his knuckles bleeding and hands sore.

He’d been beating up a tree for the past hour to deal with his emotions, he didn’t wanna have Kilo be around and deal with his destructive emotions and tendencies.

Miles just looked more defeated now.

Kilo perked up at this as he’d sat up, immediately rushed over to him “ah.. Miles..” he spoke softly as he held out his arms as Miles immediately hugged him and just sobbed, leading Kilo to sobbing as well..

That was the last time they’d ever seen Fern.

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skijarama · 3 months

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Sometimes when playing D&D, you just belt out banger fucking lines. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a war to wage, and you all have a war to win." For context: Our campaign is taking place in a large archipelago with two primary political powers that have just spiraled into war against one another. This war is mostly a result of demonic corruption infiltrating the leadership of one of the nations and twisting it to evil ends. Typical D&D stuff. The PC party is part of a 'terrorist' organization (really more of a secretive rebel faction) that is trying to investigate and eliminate said demonic corruption. The above quote was said by the commander of the 'good' aligned faction's military. She is in charge of waging the war and managing the front lines, but she is fully aware of the fact that it is not within the power of her army to actually win. Her people's advantage over the corrupted nation begins and ends on the water. The party, on the other hand? Well, they don't have to worry about all that so much. They don't have to worry about the logistics of war or any of that. They just have to slip in, find the demons' heart, and cleave it beating from its nest. All in all, I am very proud of that line up there, and my players seemed to appreciate it, too. Just thought I'd share.

#dungeonsanddragons #D&D #D&D stories #d&d story #fantasy #quotes #writing #Dungeons and dragons #dungeons and dragons story #D&D quotes #D&D quote

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paladinadventures · 2 years

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Last Pirate Adventures

Last The Story So Far

First Pirate Adventures

First The Story So Far

#Pirate Adventures #DnD #dungeons and dragons #d&d #d&d comic #d&d story #dnd comic #dungeons and dragons comic #dnd story #dungeons and dragons story #The Story So Far

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agenderelf · 2 years

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Our DM: describing how the homeland of the Genasi people is now a barren wasteland devoid of life, and that their entire race was wiped out, their homeland’s connection to the elemental planes severed, leading to their demise.

The party: a full 30 seconds of stunned silence

Me: well, I need to change my back up character…

#I had literally just finalised his design too #he was gunna be based on a cool crystal #now he’s a tiefling instead #homebrew dnd #dnd story #Dungeons and Dragons #dungeons and dragons story

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staircasecleric · 4 months

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Life tip: do not beat the shit out of the sister of an insane, ancient Unseelie archfey within said archfey's domain, even if she's possessed by a malevolent force trapped within her absolutely-not cursed spear and threatening to kill you

#dungeons and dragons story #dnd #dnd shitpost #Yea next session's gonna be a boss battle #wonder why

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nobigneil · 21 days

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"a vampire and a bear walk into a bar..."

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5ftboy · 1 year

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How is Dungeons & Dragons: Honor Among Thieves different from other blockbuster action films?

#justice smith #dungeons and dragons honor among thieves #dndhat #dndhatedit #justicesmithedit #mine **#there's so much joy to be had over content that allows viewers to have wonder and *like* things #without immediately being teased or even shamed for being invested in a make-believe world #*especially* because the experience of playing dnd is entirely about imagination & sincerity #it's about committing to your character and committing to a story with your friends !!!#and i am endeared ( clearly )#1k **#5k **#10k **

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jarmes · 1 year

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artharakka · 4 months

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Eala (and her raven Ruoja), @iijadraws 's character for my ttrpg campaign Llehia 🍂

#Finally finished their character sheet as well!#dnd #ttrpg #character sheet #story: Llehia #Llehia campaign #c: Eala #d&d #dungeons and dragons

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s-aint-elmo · 5 months

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Falin has been nearsighted since she was little, and has a habit of squinting when she's looking at things. —Delicious in Dungeon World Guide: The Adventurer's Bible

she should have been at the optometrist's

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#dungeon meshi #delicious in dungeon #falin touden #marcille donato #laios touden #doodles #mine #falin's closed eyes canonically just being squinting is one of the funniest word of god additions to a story ever #noticing how she started keeping them open post-rez n being like ''wow that's such a cool way to introduce a disconnect between the falin w #heard of n the falin we're meeting now. i wonder how this plays into the dragon thing'' and it's just. it's just. She Can See Now #i do think if she ever did get glasses they'd be no use bc she doesn't like wearing them. marcille has to wrestle them onto her face #after wrestling them out of laios's hands #protip: they're in their flashback designs bc that chapter is burned into my brain permanently. laimar one-sided enemies to besties +#farcille cheek-pinching as a love language 5ever

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sweetblinginrose · 17 days

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𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖔𝖗𝖉𝖊𝖗,

(OS Eddie Munson x fem!reader geek)

summary: Rival Dungeons and Dragons reader who has a tournament and ends up without clothes. Oops…

word count: 6,6k +

warnings: obv +18, rivalry, unprotected sex, asphyxiation, bad language, cumming inside, female masturbation, culilingus.

a/n: hey lol, i wrote this half asleep so idk how it turned out, i'll see if it's any good or not later, so if there is something wrongly translated or that you don't find makes sense, pls let me know, hugs!

oh and don't copy my idea, it's my own huh 🦄

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The Sith Order.

All the members of the Hellfire Club and your group, The Sith Order, maintained a cordial and mutually respectful relationship, with the exception of the tense rivalry between you and the opposing leader, the insufferable Eddie. You hated him so much, especially now that you had bet your grand dice, which your brother had given you as a gift.

The abandoned cabin loomed like a shadow among the trees of the forest, a forgotten refuge that now housed your group of friends and your imaginary adventures. Inside, the air was filled with a smell of dampness and earth, a constant reminder of nature reclaiming its space. The once cozy and lived-in furniture was now covered in a layer of dust and cobwebs that wove complex patterns in every corner.

The sofa, your throne, was worn out, with upholstery torn in several places, revealing the crumbling yellowed foam at the touch. Dark stains of time adorned the fabric, and every time you moved, a cloud of dust rose like a sigh from the cabin itself. Sitting there, on your stomach, with a furrowed brow and crossed arms, you couldn't help but feel the rough and cold texture of the sofa against your skin, a reminder of your recent defeat in the game.

Around you, the tables wobbled on uneven legs, their surfaces scratched and marked with circles from past glasses. The faded and torn curtains hung sadly from the windows, allowing dim light to filter in and illuminate the dust particles in the air. The floor creaked under the weight of footsteps, and each floorboard seemed to tell a story of abandonment.

In this space, time seemed to have stopped, and every object told the story of a better past now eclipsed by neglect and desolation.

You felt as if a storm was brewing inside you, a mixture of frustration and challenge that consumed you as you sat on the sofa. The defeat in the friendly game was a thorn in your pride, a small battle lost in a war that seemed to extend beyond the game of dragons and dungeons. The rivalry with the Hellfire Club and its leader, Eddie, was the real dragon to be defeated, and every thought of him fueled the flames of your resentment.

Eddie, with his arrogant smile and his ability to bring out the best in his players, had become the antagonist not only in the game, but in your mind and life. You imagined him, with his tousled hair and carefree attitude, as the perfect villain for your campaign, one who seemed to enjoy every time his group came out victorious. The idea that he might consider your defeat as a point in his favor was unbearable.

While your friends continued with the campaign, laughing, stressed, focused, and rolling dice, you immersed yourself in your thoughts, planning your next move. It was not just a matter of winning a game; it was a matter of honor, of proving that your group could overcome any challenge, even the infamous Hellfire Club. Determination began to replace frustration, and although you still felt the bitterness of defeat, there was now a new goal on the horizon: to defeat Eddie and prove that your group was the best in the fantasy game.

But... were you really prepared for tonight?

...

Eddie, with a sly smile and a spark of malice in his eyes, steps forward to greet you in the lair of the Hellfire Club, the basement of the institute, the setting of countless campaigns and now the battlefield of your latest challenge. As the girls from your club gather in the space, filled with detailed maps and meticulously painted character figures, Eddie focuses on you, his most formidable rival.

"Welcome, oh great 'Mialee!'" he exclaims with an exaggeratedly theatrical and ironic tone, making a reference to the elven mage character to underline his mockery. "I hope your spells are as sharp as your tongue this time, and that your strategies are less predictable than your expressions of defeat."

You can feel the gaze of the others on you, some with complicit smiles and others with cautious curiosity. Eddie continues, not missing the opportunity to poke at your pride: "I hope you brought your Dragon Crystal Die, because something tells me you're going to need all the luck you can get."

The lair resonates with the stifled laughter of the club members, and although you know that Eddie's words are part of the rivalry game, you also feel that each joke is a challenge to your skill and determination. With a firm gaze and unwavering resolve, you prepare to show that this battle will be different, that this time, Eddie will be the one left speechless at the end of the night.

"You are living proof that not everything that glitters in a treasure is gold, and in your case, it's not even copper," you say, challenging him as you look him in the eyes. With a confidence that resonates in every word, you confront Eddie, your eyes shining with the reflection of the candles that illuminate the basement. "I hope you haven't forgotten your part of the bet, Eddie," you say with a firm and clear voice that cuts through the tension in the room. "That Orb of Entwined Destinies you so proudly show off will be mine before the moon reaches its zenith."

The Orb of Entwined Destinies was a perfect sphere of dark crystal, with a core that seemed to contain a miniature nebula, ever-changing and slowly rotating. It was more than just an object for Eddie; it was a symbol of his ability to manipulate probabilities and destiny within the game.

The mention of the orb makes Eddie's smile falter for a moment, a crack in his facade of confidence. You know you have hit a sensitive point, reminding him that you are not the only one with something valuable at stake. "Get ready, Eddie," you continue, "because when I'm done with you and the Hellfire Club, that orb will be the trophy of The Sith Order, and your luck will change forever," you spit, leaving the boys dumbfounded, unlike his group of friends, as they were used to this kind of speech.

Lucas, with a carefree smile and a tone bordering on disbelief, tries to lighten the atmosphere that has built up in the room. "Come on, guys, don't you realize? It's just a dumb bet, right? There's no need to turn this into an epic battle or something..." he comments, his voice a thread of sanity in the tapestry of rivalry unfolding before him.

However, his attempt to lighten the mood is quickly quashed by a severe look from both leaders, who in a rare moment of unity gesture to him with a stern gesture and an almost synchronized "Shh!" The seriousness of their bet is not something they are willing to downplay, even with Lucas' playful interjection.

The battle between The Sith Order and the Hellfire Club unfolds in a fantasy world woven with the magic of dragons and dungeons, but the tension is as real as the beating hearts of the players. The room, illuminated by the flickering light of the candles, has transformed into an epic battlefield where each roll of the dice resonates like the clash of swords.

The Sith Order bravely faces the challenges posed by Eddie and his Hellfire Club. The dice roll on the table like distant thunder, dictating the fate of heroes and villains alike. You, The Sith Order, with characters ranging from cunning rogues to powerful sorceresses, maneuver through traps and puzzles that Eddie has crafted with malicious skill. The battle intensifies, with each strategic move and each spell cast adding layers to the unfolding narrative. Your characters fight hordes of infernal creatures, cross dark abysses, and decipher ancient codices to unravel the secrets that will lead them to victory.

As the night progresses, a tie seems imminent. The Hellfire Club has countered every attack, every plan, with a precision bordering on the supernatural. But you, with your leading character, are not willing to give up. With a mix of cunning and a bit of luck, you roll the dice for one last masterful play. Silence fills the room as the dice roll, dancing on the edge of the abyss between victory and defeat. Finally, they settle, and the numbers they show are the harbinger of a tide change. Your play has been successful, overcoming the defenses of the Hellfire Club and securing an unexpected triumph.

Eddie, with a look of genuine astonishment, acknowledges the victory of The Sith Order, albeit reluctantly. You, with a smile of satisfaction, accept the Orb of Entwined Destinies, now rightfully yours.

Amidst the euphoria of victory, one of the girls from your group, with a contagious smile and an overflowing energy, suggests an idea that captures everyone's attention. "How about we celebrate with some pizzas? It would be great to relax and enjoy the moment," she says enthusiastically.

The idea is met with a mix of nods and smiles. It is a comfortable and familiar proposition, a perfect way to lower the intensity of the night and simply enjoy each other's company. Everyone, except you and Eddie, seems to agree. The tension of the battle still clings to you, and the idea of sharing a table with Eddie and his club, even in a neutral and friendly environment, is something that you find hard to accept, just like Eddie.

However, aware that rejecting the offer could be seen as poor sportsmanship, both of you reluctantly agree with a gesture of resignation. "Fine, but only because I'm hungry," you murmur, trying to hide your reluctance behind a practical excuse. Eddie nods silently, his serious expression revealing his reluctant agreement.

And so, with victory still fresh and emotions running high, the group sets off to share a meal that promises to be as full of flavor as it is of interesting dynamics.

The night has slipped into a soft twilight when everyone, now relieved of the tension of the game, finds themselves in Eddie's van. The space is filled with laughter and the sound of bottles clinking together. "Cheers!" the group shouts for the sixth time, raising their beers in the air in a toast that has become a ritual.

Eddie's van, with its worn seats, stickers, dirt, and windows displaying the world passing by at high speed, has become a temporary sanctuary of camaraderie. With each new "Cheers!", the barriers between The Sith Order and the Hellfire Club seem to dissolve a little more, erased by the alcohol and the shared joy. Or so it seems...

Eddie's van snakes along the road, a lonely path flanked by the silhouette of trees gently swaying under the starry sky. In the front seats, silence between Eddie and you is a marked contrast to the bustle that reigns in the back, where the rest of the group sings enthusiastically game anthems, interspersed with laughter and the sound of opening beers.

You, with crossed legs and a beer can resting in your hands, get lost in contemplation of the nature that unfolds before your eyes. The moonlight bathes the landscape, transforming each tree and bush into dancing shadows that play hide and seek with each turn of the road.

Eddie, with his attention focused on the road, drives with a slowness that seems to respect the shared silence. His profile stands out against the occasional glow of distant street lamps, and although you are together in the cabin, an abyss of unspoken words stretches between you.

"Hey..." Eddie's voice breaks the silence, a word hanging in the air that seems to wait for permission to continue. He does not look away from the road, as if fearing that a moment of distraction could reveal more than he intends.

You turn your head towards him, an eyebrow arched in a mixture of surprise and curiosity. It is strange, this attempt at conversation. Outside the game, words between you have been as scarce as leaves in winter. You have never crossed more than strategies and challenges, and now, this attempt at dialogue seems as out of place as a barbarian in a library.

The tension between you is palpable, a taut thread that is woven with each kilometer the van devours. What words will follow that "hey"? Will it be an attempt at a truce, or perhaps the prelude to another challenge? Time seems to stand still as you wait for Eddie to continue, and in that moment, the van is not just a moving vehicle, but a space where two rivals might, just maybe, begin to see each other as something more.

"No... no, nothing. Forget it..." he murmurs softly, not taking his eyes off the road, but now looking more tense, sighing.

You decide not to insist, but this time not averting your gaze from those long locks, but discreetly examining them for some kind of response.

Eddie's van glides to a smooth stop in front of a caravan. As he turns off the engine, Eddie's expression transforms. The seriousness that marked his face during the journey gives way to a genuine smile, an open invitation to continue the night in a space that is as much a part of him as the game they both love. "Come on, guys! The party continues at my place!" he exclaims with enthusiasm, his voice resonating with the promise of more laughter and memories to be created. "We can drink as much as we want, and if anyone's interested, there's weed too. My uncle works nights, so we have the place to ourselves."

Friends and friends respond with a chorus of approval, their stumbling steps and complicit smiles sealing the tacit agreement to extend the celebration. One by one, they enter the caravan, a cozy space illuminated by dim lights and adorned with mementos from trips and caps. A bit messy, but cozy.

You, with a mix of caution and curiosity, are the last to cross the threshold. Your eyes meet Eddie's, and for a moment, the outside world fades away. Eddie closes the door behind you, a simple gesture but loaded with meaning. You stand there, still, remembering the unfinished conversation, the words that Eddie left hanging in the air.

Feeling the weight of the night and the looks charged with unanswered questions, you decide to join the group that has settled in the caravan. You grab a few more beers, your hand brushing against the cold surface of the can, and sit at one end of the narrow sofa from where you can observe the scene. Eddie, on the other hand, seems different tonight. The usual arrogance that characterizes him has given way to an unusual stillness, almost reflective. Was defeat the cause of this change? Or was there something deeper behind his silence?

With each passing minute, glances between you meet like swords in a silent duel, full of questions that neither of you dares to voice aloud. After an hour of this game of looks, you feel the need to escape, if only for a moment, from the intensity of the atmosphere.

"Where is the bathroom?" you ask, your voice strangely formal in the relaxed atmosphere. Eddie points to a small hallway at the back, and you get up, navigating the space filled with laughter and conversations until you reach the bathroom.

Inside, you find yourself facing the mirror, your reflection returning an image of someone who seems to be on the border between two worlds. You wet the back of your neck, not wanting to ruin your makeup, and step out, feeling refreshed but still restless.

As you pass through the narrow exit of the bathroom, you collide with the partially open door of Eddie's room, and curiosity gets the better of you. You discreetly peek inside, your eyes scanning the space that is so intimately his. The room is adorned with posters of rock bands, metal, clothes everywhere, magazines scattered on the floor, and action figures of fantasy heroes, a mix of passions that reveal facets of Eddie that you had never considered. On the bed lies an open diary with scribbles and handwritten notes.

Eddie, with his carefree smile, leans against the doorframe, watching you with curiosity as you try to process the mess. "What are you doing here?" he repeats, his voice gentle but clearly amused by your confused expression. The scent of marijuana is evident, and his eyes, although red, gleam with a mischievous spark. He seems not to mind in the least your presence in his personal sanctuary. You feel like an intruder in an unknown world, every object in the room telling a story that only Eddie knows. However, he, with that calm bordering on indifference, gestures for you to enter. "Come, I'll show you my collection," he says casually, and suddenly, the place transforms. What was chaos before now seems like an art gallery, each hanging T-shirt, each vinyl, and each magazine clipping is a piece of his identity. He guides you through his space, narrating anecdotes of concerts and trips, his voice a thread weaving a tapestry of lived experiences.

The initial embarrassment fades away, replaced by fascination at discovering the depth of Eddie's personality. And as he shares his world with you, the messy room becomes a map of his personal universe, a place that, despite the disorder, now makes sense.

As you survey the room with your gaze, something catches your attention and takes your breath away: a proudly displayed B.C. Rich guitar hanging on the wall.

It is a red and shiny beauty, with its aggressive shapes and air of mystery, a piece that any metal lover would desire. Your heart beats with excitement, not only because of the surprise of finding such a treasure in Eddie's room, but because metal is your passion, one of the many things you have in common with Eddie without even knowing it, a detail he is unaware of.

He notices your excitement and, with a mischievous smile, takes down the guitar and hands it to you. "It's all yours, at least for now," he says with a wink. You hold it in your hands with reverence, feeling the weight of the wood and the coldness of the metal.

With shyness but moved by the emotion, you ask Eddie to play something. He shrugs, regretting the lack of an amplifier, but he is not discouraged. With a mischievous smile, he starts "playing" the guitar silently, mimicking the sounds with his mouth. It's a parody, but there is something about his attitude that invites you to play along.

"Come on, guess which song this is," he challenges you, as he moves his fingers in the air and imaginary sounds of a song fill the room. You concentrate, trying to follow the rhythm and melody that Eddie creates. The silent notes seem to come to life, and suddenly, you recognize it. It's 'Time Is Right' by Whitesnake.

Laughter fills the room as you guess it, and Eddie nods approvingly. "I knew you were one of mine, babe," he says, and in that moment, the guitar is not just an instrument, but a bridge between two souls who share a hidden passion for metal and many other things.

A blush creeps up your cheeks, an unexpected warmth that takes you by surprise. The word "babe" resonates in your ears, a term so casual and yet, loaded with an intimacy you did not expect. It feels as if you are inside the pages of one of those erotic books your mother used to read in secret, where the protagonists, initially at odds, end up wrapped in a story of love and rough sex.

Eddie's gaze has become more intense, his eyes no longer just reflecting the reddish glow of a pot smoker, but also a different glow, deeper, provoked by your presence. There is something about the way he looks at you that makes you feel like you are the only person in the world at that moment, but at the same time, as if he is undressing you.

You find yourself returning his gaze, unable to look away from his eyes. There is a connection, an unspoken understanding that seems to transcend words. And while a part of you wants to laugh at the situation, at how absurd it is to feel like a character in a pornographic novel, you cannot deny the electricity in the air, that spicy tension that hangs between the two of you.

Eddie takes a step towards you, his proximity overwhelming, and although he does not say anything more, he doesn't need to. Words are unnecessary when the looks speak for themselves. And in that instant, in that messy room that smells of marijuana and freedom, you understand that sometimes, real life can be as surprising and exciting as the stories hidden within the pages of a book.

After that moment, the room seems smaller, as if the walls had closed in to witness the silence shared between you. You decide to break the tension with a nervous smile and a change of subject. "Hey... what did you want to ask me before, you know, in the van?" you ask, stuttering slightly as you feel Eddie's scent filling your nostrils.

Eddie leaned against the threshold of the door, just inches away, watching your lips adorned with an intense crimson and your lined eyes attentively. "Ah, that..." he wondered, feigning forgetfulness. "I think I wanted to say something about Dungeons and Dragons, right?" he inquired with irony, biting his lip as he laughed and crossed his arms.

None of this compared to the fantasies you had with Eddie. Let's admit it, you had imagined countless similar scenarios, all related to the game and its protagonist, Eddie. You had wished for him to touch you in the same way he caresses his guitar. You wanted to be that fucking guitar.

"I don't think I want to talk about that right now..." you whispered, slowly moving closer to Eddie, who raised an eyebrow and smiled widely, catching your hint.

"Well then, if you don't want to listen to me, why don't you shut me up?" he whispered near your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. He grabbed your belt, holding your short denim skirt, forcing you to be pressed against him. "I said, why don't you shut me up..."

Eddie played dirty even outside of his character. He wanted you to take the initiative, perhaps to mock you or further feed his ego, but you wouldn't allow that to happen. With confidence, you ran your tongue over your lips and approached his neck, whispering, "I don't plan on silencing you. I enjoy listening to you and narrating each campaign..." This excited him, caressing your shoulder and getting closer, causing your breasts to press against him, eliciting a reaction in his groin. "Then, shut me up. I know you've wanted to since you met me," you whispered, trying to provoke him, with some success.

He responded by pushing you against the wall, trapping you between it and his body, placing his thigh between yours and gripping your waist tightly, feeling the coldness of his rings against your bare skin. "What I've wanted since I met you is to fuck you on the Harken map, so that your screams scare away the undead lurking there..." he muttered with a deep voice, softly kissing your collarbone, causing a sigh to escape your lips. With captivating slowness, Eddie guides his lips to yours, each movement deliberate and filled with anticipation. When they finally meet, the kiss is like an explosion of fire, burning and passionate. His lips sink into yours with an intensity that leaves you breathless, and his tongue boldly slides in to explore every corner of your mouth from the very first moment.

As your lips entwine in a sensual dance, his hands find your breasts with a firmness that surprises and excites you at the same time. The pressure of his hands cupping your breasts sends a wave of pleasure through your body, making you involuntarily shudder at the intense and unfamiliar sensation. You never expected this reaction, but you find yourself completely captivated by the desire that Eddie awakens in you, leaving you craving more of his passionate touch.

Eddie suddenly stops, his fingers noticing the absence of the bra he expected to find. A mischievous spark shines in his eyes as he looks at you with a mixture of surprise and desire. With a naughty smile on his lips, he whispers in your ear in a seductive tone, "Wow, looks like the girl comes with nothing...," murmuring with a hoarse voice, his warm breath sending shivers down your naked skin. His comment, though bold, is imbued with an irresistible sensuality that makes you blush and feel even more drawn to him. It feels like you're in a scene taken straight from one of those forbidden novels your mother used to find in the library, but this time, you're the protagonist, enveloped in the heat of shared desire with Eddie.

With expert dexterity, Eddie deepens the kiss, intensifying each brush of his lips against yours. As his tongue explores yours with unrestrained passion, his thigh slides and exerts pressure between yours, finding its way under your denim skirt, lifting it almost completely, hitting just that sensitive spot that makes your whole body react instantly.

"Mhmmm..." an involuntary moan escapes your lips as you feel the perfectly placed pressure of his thigh against you, sending waves of pleasure through your body. You feel the need to ride that leg. You were very wet at that moment, so the touch was making you even wetter.

He moves it with precision between yours, creating a delicious friction that awakens sensations that make you gasp against his lips. Each movement is calculated, designed to provoke maximum pleasure, as his thigh finds that sensitive spot on your body, sending waves of excitement through you.

"You've got me so hard..." with a throaty whisper, he makes you aware of the effect you have on him, sending a thrill of excitement down your spine. His warm breath against your lips only increases the intensity of the moment. You feel your heart pounding hard as you let yourself be carried away by the passion swirling around you. Then, with seductive skill, he leans slightly down, his strong hands gripping the bottom of your thighs to open you up and wrap around his waist. The change in position allows his bulge to press directly against your underwear, which is exposed by the previous lifting of your skirt. A wave of desire surges through your being as you feel his prominence brushing directly against your sensitive and swollen clit, sending sparks of pleasure that seem to electrify every fiber of your being.

The movements of his hips are precise and deliberate, each delicious brush torturous while engulfing you deeper into the abyss of pleasure. The sounds of your ragged breathing blend with the seductive whispers and soft moans escaping between hot kisses. You are completely at the mercy of the passion Eddie unleashes in you, lost in the whirlwind of overwhelming sensations that threaten to consume you completely.

The barely contained moan escapes your lips between kisses as you feel Eddie's gentle hip movement, a movement that sends you soaring to the heights of pleasure. Still with your thighs tightly wrapped around his hips, you give in to a wild and passionate kiss, with an intensity that defies any limit.

The kiss becomes a whirlwind of unabated passion, your hands gripping his shoulders tightly as you let yourself be carried away by the overwhelming sensations. Amidst the heat of the moment, you feel Eddie release one of your legs, changing the dynamics of the position and making you feel his bulge even more. Now, in this new position, the contact with his clothed cock is even more evident, causing you to instinctively arch your hips towards him, seeking more contact, more friction. You feel his hands grip your buttocks firmly, aggressively pressing you against his jeans, as if he is eager to feel you even closer.

The brushes and hip movements become increasingly intense, a symphony of pleasure that seems to have no end. You are completely immersed in the moment.

"Mmhm... fuck..." Between moans escaping your lips, accompanied by the sensual movements of your hips, Eddie suddenly stops, only to turn off the bedroom light and then guides you, still with your body on top of his, to his disheveled bed. He places you on your back on the tousled sheets, and positions himself above you, burning desire reflected in his gaze as he begins to explore your neck with hot kisses and licks. Each touch of his tongue against your skin awakens an electric sensation that makes you tremble with pleasure. His expert hands play with your nipples from inside your top, squeezing and teasing them while his thighs continue to exert delicious pressure on your intimate area, making you gasp with each movement, holding onto his back.

Slowly, your rival moves down your body with controlled impatience, licking and kissing your abdomen eagerly before quickly lifting your top and leaving you exposed before him. His lips find your breasts, and he kisses and licks them with devotion, as if they are the most delicious thing he has ever tasted. His long hair sometimes gets tangled in his face, but when you start gently tugging on it for pleasure, he moves away, leaving behind an incredibly enticing scene that makes you arch your hips forward instinctively.

While Eddie continues to lavish attention on your breasts, his hands begin to explore above your underwear with his ring finger, stroking gently from top to bottom. "Do you like it like this?" he asks between kisses and licks, asking you with a husky voice if you're enjoying yourself, establishing an intimate and desire-filled dialogue that only increases the sexual tension between you. "Or is it better like this?" he increases the speed of his touch.

Your silence prompts Eddie to grab your chin firmly, his fingers exerting a dominant and sexual pressure as he forces you to look into his eyes. When you finally respond to his question with an intense gaze, he slowly releases you, going back down to give attention to your body. His lips find your panties, and he kisses and licks them eagerly, soaking them with his saliva mixed with your own excited wetness.

With precise and deliberate movements, Eddie slowly pulls down your panties, placing soft kisses on your inner thigh as he slides them down your legs. Once he has removed your panties, his eyes meet your exposed, naked, and wet pussy, and he can't help but feel his cock throbbing with an unprecedented intensity, eager to satisfy the burning desire between them. You feel incredibly exposed under his heated gaze, but Eddie sees you as a work of art, a sight that excites him to the limit. Without wasting time, Eddie gives you a generic lick to your wet pussy, spreading your lips with his fingers to access your exposed clit directly. An overwhelming moan escapes your lips at the wave of pleasure that courses through your body, but Eddie quickly covers your mouth, whispering that you can't moan to avoid being heard in the common area where the others are.

With a mischievous smile on his face, Eddie realizes that the loud music has concealed any sound that would have revealed their activities in the bedroom. With your mouth still covered, he delves into the task with renewed eagerness, licking and sucking your clit with an intensity that makes your body arch in response. Each suck and each lick sends waves of pleasure through you, taking you to the edge of ecstasy over and over again. Your hips move instinctively in response to the overwhelming pleasure, but Eddie firmly controls them, maintaining a rhythm that takes you closer and closer to the precipice of pleasure. With an expert hand, he begins caressing your abdomen, slowly descending until reaching your clit, parting his mouth for a moment to touch it with his fingers before inserting two of them without any prior preparation.

The sudden stimulus causes your eyes to roll back, and your thighs tighten with force from the pleasure that overwhelms you, arching your back and moving your hips towards the direction of the long-haired person. In a short time, Eddie goes back to action, losing himself between your thighs as he continues moving his fingers with unwavering determination.

He continues like this for a few minutes, not stopping for a moment, until you feel that you're about to reach climax. You grab his hair with incredible strength, almost burying your fingers in its roots, urging him to continue, feeling like you're about to burst in his mouth. But just as you're on the edge of orgasm, he pulls away from you, leaving a thread of saliva mixed with your wetness as a separation between his mouth and your pussy, leaving you in a state of uncontrollable anticipation and desire.

Eddie, eager to satisfy his burning desire, hastily fumbles with his zipper and unleashes his erect cock, ready for action. Eddie's cock, although of average size, has a peculiarity that sets it apart: a curved shape that gives it a unique and distinctive appearance. Its thickness is notable, and the veins that run along its length add texture to its look. The skin that covers it has a pink tone, with a reddish hue indicating the excitement that engulfs it. A slightly glistening liquid adorns its tip. It is an image that reflects virility and desire, a promise of intense pleasure about to be unleashed.

"How does this look, huh?" he moves it, noticeably sensitive, gently rubbing it against your clit, giving you a mischievous look as if he's playing a game with you. Without warning, after lightly masturbating it, he quickly and decisively inserts it into you, completely surprising you and leaving you breathless. "Mhmmm..." he sighs deeply, as if a weight has been lifted off his shoulders, arching his head backward. From the very first second, he begins to thrust into you with a dizzying rhythm, penetrating you deeply over and over again. You are overwhelmed by the intensity of the pleasure that engulfs you, unable to articulate a single word as you completely surrender to the wild thrusts of the guy. Each thrust hits your insides with overpowering force, sending waves of ecstasy through your body.

Despite the initial discomfort from the lack of preparation, you find yourself immersed in a whirlwind of sensations that make you lose track of time and space.

You writhe under him, unable to hold back the moans that escape your lips as you completely surrender to the frenzied pleasure that consumes you. Although it hurts, you can't help but enjoy every thrust, every touch of his skin against yours ignites a burning fire inside you.

He grabs you by the neck with a firm but dominant hand, stopping any sound that could escape your lips. His warm breath brushes against your ear as he whispers with a husky and authoritative voice, "Shut up." The words, loaded with desire and determination, send a shiver down your spine, leaving you breathless and obedient to his command. You are completely surrendered to him, unable to do anything but obey his orders as you let yourself be carried away by the frenzied passion that burns between you. The orgasm that you had almost experienced less than a minute ago begins to resonate through your body again, but the intensity of Eddie's thrusts makes you feel like you're on the verge of a great climax. You are completely overwhelmed by the avalanche of sensations that envelop you, unable to resist the tide of pleasure that drags you into an endless abyss of ecstasy. Your increasingly intense and uncontrolled moans blend with the background music, creating a symphony of pleasure and ecstasy that fills the room. Eddie, releasing his hand from your neck, begins to hit your thigh and butt with a mixture of desire and unbridled passion. As he continues to thrust into you with force, his lascivious words fill the air, whispering in your ear with a deep and seductive voice.

He tells you how much he has wanted to fuck that pussy of yours, expressing his most intimate desires with an exciting crudeness that makes you shiver with pleasure. He calls you a slut with a tone of desire and adoration, celebrating your sexuality and the way you grip his cock with every thrust. Those words, charged with lust and desire, only increase the intensity of the moment, pushing you closer to climax with each word that comes out of his mouth.

You can feel yourself getting closer to the edge, every thrust of Eddie sending waves of pleasure through your body. He perceives it too, thanks to the way your pussy grips his cock, and he lets out a guttural grunt of satisfaction. You're on the edge of the abyss, about to let the ecstasy completely envelop you, while Eddie's lascivious moans and words push you towards the most glorious climax you've ever experienced

You feel the ecstasy completely enveloping you, a overwhelming wave of pleasure that shakes you to your core. Your walls contract tightly around Eddie's cock, squeezing with an intensity that makes him moan with pleasure. "Damn, you're so tight..."

Your body trembles uncontrollably, your eyes rolling back in your head as a guttural groan escapes from your lips, louder and more heartbreaking than ever before.

However, before you can fully recover from your orgasm, Eddie aggressively grabs you by the throat again, his expression a wild mix of concentration, excitement, and a hint of anger. With notable abruptness, he continues fucking with a renewed ferocity, as if taking revenge for something, but this time he has absolute control. The sensation of being taken with such force awakens a wild fire inside you, a overflowing passion that mixes with pain and pleasure in a symphony of indescribable sensations. You are completely immersed in the erotic game between you and Eddie, each thrust taking you further into the abyss of shared desire.

Thegame is now tied, each one taking the lead at different moments. You feel Eddie moaning with an unusual intensity, sensing that he's about to reach climax. You want to warn him not to come inside, but your throat is blocked by Eddie's firm hand, keeping you from articulating any words. A slight shiver runs through his body when he perceives your attempt to communicate your desire, but it's too late.

With a few final shaky thrusts, Eddie gives in to the avalanche of pleasure, releasing his hot and trembling liquid inside you. You accept his release without reserve, watching Eddie's expression as he does so. His face shows an unusual vulnerability, with arched eyebrows and a lost look somewhere in the room. His slightly parted lips release his moans of pleasure, and his hands grip your hips tightly, as if clinging to you for support.

After Eddie releases his liquid inside you, he slowly retreats and lies down by your side. Both of you remain staring at the ceiling, and suddenly, a nervous and uncontrollable laughter overwhelms you. Eddie looks at you strangely and asks what's happening. Between laughs, you respond that you just imagined that all of this was one of his campaigns, a kind of joke or experiment designed to test your limits and reactions. The surprise on Eddie's face turns into a knowing smile when he realizes that you have disarmed the tension of the moment with your humorous comment. Both of you give in to laughter, releasing the accumulated tension and sharing a moment of complicity after the unrestrained passion you just experienced together. It's an unexpected and light ending to an intimate and passionate encounter.

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Hello I wrote again.

This time it’s the first time Miles and Kilo met, enjoy :)

TW: suicide implications

A young elf trudged along the decaying land. His dark boot and wooden prosthetic both muddy and worn as they were in need of repairs, his dark armor which usually shined with a bright reflection of light barely shined. Instead stained red with blood.

His one good eye, drained of energy and color, he grew tired of the endless walk and peril he faced.

How many days has it been? He didn’t know, he hadn’t kept track.

His hair remained in a messy ponytail as a portion had kept falling to the right side of his face. He’d grown not to care as it didn’t effect his vision at all within that eye- a wound lied over his right eye, a monstrous scratch that now impaired his vision. The wound didn’t even look to be treated, still remained red, stained with crusty blood and bruised around the area, it looked infectious and it didn’t look like a recent wound, but no attendance or healing was done to help reverse the damage.

Kilo took it as a punishment as healing or helping himself felt like a selfish decision.

As he gazed upwards at the cloudy and gray sky, he sighed- the atmosphere full of death and despair as he’d begun to tune out the distant screams of the monstrosities that lie here.

Everytime he thought he was able to make it out he was tricked, he hadn’t interacted with another person in so long- his sunny and bright personality wore faded like an eclipse within his dread.

Days felt like months, and months felt like years… why was he still going…? Did he still secretly have hope? The darkness felt like it was engulfing him whole, maybe he deserved this… maybe this was his punishment for his mistakes and wrongdoings.

As the realm felt just as unforgiving as he was to himself.

As he walked, trying to find something- anything in this endless world of darkness, his tired and worn nature had failed to see what was right infront of him- a tripwire.

A trap.

As he’d activated it, hearing a click as his eyes widened with shock, his heart racing in his chest as he felt himself be swooped up within an instant by a net.

He let out a small yelp in fear, as he processed the situation at hand- glancing around as he calmed his senses, sighing in defeat.

“Great. Of all things to happen next-“ he grumbled to himself as he thought if he should get himself free with his sword.

But. He hesitated, maybe death was what he’d deserved next… maybe that’d finally let his worries and trauma go aside.

His thoughts were soon interrupted as he’d heard the distant sounds of footsteps approaching… something was different.

These footsteps actually sounded, human…? Instead of the typical monstrous footsteps he’d grown used to. He’d perked up as he tried to focus his senses on whoever was there.

As the figure approached, he could just vaguely make them out,

Whoever they were- they’d worn a dark hooded cloak, it draped over their face.

Kilo felt his panic seep in once more, had death finally come for him…?

As the figure took off the hood, revealing part of their face- it was a man. An elven man.

He took off a facial mask he’d worn, revealing his face, he looked older than Kilo, his eyes red and tired, his hair was a dark brown color- opposed to Kilo’s starlight hair, his skin an ash gray, almost blue… as he focused on the person who’d gotten stuck within his trap.

He didn’t look at Kilo with malicious intent, but with… confusion. “Wow, you’re not from here are you?” He called out, his voice vaguely slurring, Kilo not knowing how to respond as the man looked at him- studying his figure.

He’d shuffled about as he reached for his longbow, aiming it at the net as Kilo’s eyes widened, “no- please I-!” He closed his eyes tight, using his arms to block in fear of the impact as he felt the net fall instead.

He opened his good eye hesitantly. As he looked around before seeing the arrow within the rope that held the net, and not being aimed at him.

“Right, city’s that way.” The man pointed nonchalantly as he stood slightly swaying “not everyone is as nice as me though, so. Keep your guard up.” He warned with almost no emotion.

Kilo blinked for a moment as he stood up, collecting himself.

Was he just sparred…? And… by another person…? He watched as the man started to wander off, stumbling in his steps.

Kilo tried to collect himself. “Hey- wait a minute!” he’d called out as he’d tried to run to the man- who was swigging a bottle of alcohol in his offhand.

Kilo stopped beside him, gazing upon him “You… who are you…? What- what are you doing here? I didn’t think anyone could survive here! Well, except the… monsters I- uh. Suppose.” Kilo spoke nervously then let out a small chuckle in attempt to ease the mood.

The other elf swayed him off “mm-“ he finished a swig of his drink.

“You won’t know me long enough for you to care or for it to matter-“ he slurred as his body seemed to tilt, “Well- my name is Kilo! I’m a- paladin of the moon goddess Selune,” he spoke as he knelt down on one knee, holding a fist to his chest.

“Apologies for my rudeness in not introducing myself sooner.” He spoke with a hint of nerve as he’d stood up.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” he tried to lighten the mood, smiling gently as he held out his hand for the other elf to shake.

The darker haired man just stared down at the shorter one, trying to think of a response in his drunken state

“Okay, Kilo. Well. I’m not looking to really uh…” he paused. “Make friends…? So.” He tried to brush him off, Kilo frowned slightly as he’d taken his hand away, trying to figure out how to speak to this guy.

He paused as his eyes lit up-

“Well- friends or. At least- allies can help you get what you need.” Kilo spoke with a small smile, in attempt to persuade him. “So how bout it? You can help me figure a way out of here and I’ll-“ he paused, noticing the taller figure who had a large alcoholic beverage in his hand.

“Get you some of the best alcohol my people have to offer.” He spoke as he tried to strike a deal.

The man raised an eyebrow “You wanna get out of here? Pff- good luck.” He chuckled. “I’ve been trying that since I was a kid.” He laughed, taking another drink.

“That doesn’t mean it’s impossi-“ Kilo tried to interject as the taller figure looked at him with mallace “listen you little asshole-“ he hissed as Kilo shrunk, the other elf now towering over him, his red eyes piercing into Kilo’s.

“There is NO way out of here. This is where you will ROT and DIE. Got it? Especially for someone of your kind.” He growled as he semi- pushed the shorter drow elf back, beginning to laugh as his body swayed.

Kilo stood there for a moment as he’d been taken aback as he thought “What’s that supposed to entail?” Kilo asked, crossing his arms.

“Oh you don’t know?” He chuckled. “Oh you’re in for quite a show aren’t you paladin.” He spoke as he bagan to laugh- stumbling as he almost fell over.

Kilo now started to get irritated with these responses as the man slowly began to explain “your insides will rot until your body can’t take it anymore, blood-! pissing down your eyes until your body starts to crack and break, inhumanly- turning you inside out as your guts and organs fall-!” He went on as his peech gradually began to slur more.

Kilo looked at him for a moment, unsure if he was telling the truth as he watched him stumble, sure he was clearly drunk but was he overexaggerating?

As the drunk man went on and on about death and despair and the inherit doom. Kilo, did initially listen but as he went on- his claims felt more outlandish, and he began to grow irritated as he’d crossed his arms. Unsure how much this man had to drink, and unsure how strongwhatever he’d drank was, he decided to humor him for now.

As this went on, the words the man spoke slowly made less and less sense as they were now just incoherent noises and sounds, vague attempts at words as it was utter nonsense. Kilo was snapped out of his daze, as he spaced out, snapping back to the sight and sound of the taller man falling against the ground face first. Kilo’s eyes widened as he’d went to check to see if he was okay.

“Uh… sir…?” He asked wearily as he shook his unresponsive body gently, checking his pulse, as he held two fingers against his neck before leaning down to study his breathing.

He sighed in relief as he was just unconscious. He sat for a moment as he thought of what to do “His camps ought to be around here somewhere…” he spoke aloud, standing up to look for it.

It didn’t take incredibly long as a small campsite was spotted in a small clearing of the dark and twisted forest. It wasn’t anything grand- a half put up tent with a messily lied nedroll and blanket from within,a burnt down campfire with charred wood, and several empty alcohol bottles scattered across the ground. This was definitely it.

The drow soon made his way back to the other elven man, lifting him up as he lugged his arm around his shoulder and another around his back to support him as he’d walked back to what he assumed to be his camp.

He sat him down within his tent “hm…” he thought as he looked around his camp, placing the blanket over the unconscious man.

Glancing around his camp once more- he decided to make himself useful, picking up all the empty alcohol bottles and organizing them- as he tried to figure iut what exactly it was, taking a sniff as he was overwhelmed with the strong smell of liquor, recoiling as he cringed at the scent.Kilo wasn’t much of a drinker, but he could tell whatever this was extremely strong.“Christ almighty…” upon further inspection, it looked like these were all from the same day.. or at least close, concern grew across his face as he glanced at the unconscious man briefly, shaking his head.

He’d spent the next few hours or so just tidying up the campsite, trying to do things that made him feel useful and helpful. He didn’t want to invade too much though into this mysterious man’s life so he tried not to be too nosy.

As he was doing so, he felt something crack beneath his boot. Looking down as he feared he broke something valuable or meaningful, moving his foot away from the scene as he’d met his gaze with… a vile.

But not of alcohol.

The liquid poured into the ground, it was pitch black and a small cloud of smoke had emerged.

He raised an eyebrow as he bent down to investigate, picking up the shards of glass he’d just broken.

No label or anything, odd.

As he bent to smell it, he felt himself gag at the wretched scent- it smelt of utter decay.

He physically recoiled as he’d taken a whiff of it. Covering his nose and mouth quickly and trying not to vomit at the scent.

“Good gods-“ he coughed out as he stood up, fanning the area around his nose to dismiss the scent.

“What the nine hells is this??” He exclaimed quietly to himself as he debated tasting it to find out, but that didn’t feel like the greatest or smartest idea Kilo’s ever thought up, instead just deciding to collect the Brocken glass remains- maybe he could bring it up later.

As more hours went by, Kilo found ways to keep himself busy, practicing his fighting, writing in a journal to document his experience, and generally trying to make himself useful. He hoped the mysterious man would be able to see how useful he was, maybe that’d make him consider to take him up on his initial offer.

The dark haired man finally began to stir, groaning as he’d taken a look around his surroundings, trying to figure out where he was, recognizing quickly that he was back at his campsite, he sat up before soon spotting Kilo. “You-“ he groaned in pain of a headache, result of a hangover. “What the fuck are you doing here-?!” He yelled out, moving his hand to sit up as his hand was met with a waterskin. “Wha-“ he raised an eyebrow in confusion, moving his hand away as he looked down at the item.

“For your hangover- water helps.” Kilo spoke gently. “I-“ the man looked around, clearly confused and puzzled. “Wh…” then glancing at his now cleaner camp.

“You fell unconscious after spouting utter nonsense about being turned inside out. You fell right on your noggin’” Kilo spoke with a small chuckle as soon walked over to sit infront of the other man.

“I’m…. So confused..” he spoke admittedly, Kilo chuckled “well yea, that’s what happens when ya get blackout drunk and-“ he was cut off “No I mean- why? Why are you here? Why did you bring me here and- tidy my camp?” He spoke with almost suspicion in his voice.

The younger one smiled gently “well,” he started. “I always figured that with a life full of such troubles and worries, it doesn’t hurt to show a little kindness.” He spoke as he reached over to pick up the waterskin and hand it to the taller figure.

“But I don’t-“ he paused. “I don’t understand….” He hesitated to take the water.

Kilo stared at him for a moment “You don’t have to understand to be shown kindness.” He paused. “Now, go on take it.” He gestured to the drink, The other still seeming hesitant “Easy- It’s not like I poisoned your drink or anything.” He laughed gently as the taller one reached over to take it, swigging it down.

Kilo smiled gently, “A redo of an introduction is in order I recon.” He spoke, trying to hold out his hand again. “Kilo Moonshine, Paladin of Selune, at your service my good man.”

The taller figure chuckled, “Weird- my name is Miles Moonshine.” He laughed as he shook Kilo’s hand.

“Your name wouldn’t happen to be Kilometers would it-?” Miles spoke with a laugh, clearly joking. As Kilo perked up “Funny you mention that- because, it actually is!” Miles nearly took a spittake. “I- what??” He spoke, his eyes widening.

“You’re joking- no you can’t possibly be serious.” Miles spoke in denial as the two went silent.

“Uh… well this is, an odd predicament.” Kilo chuckled nervously as he glanced at miles, his face changing as he noticed something. “Oh hang on..” he starred.

“You’ve got the same eyes-! Or.. I guess eye. As me! Same color.” Kilo exclaimed. Miles rolled his eyes as he shrugged “red is a common color..” he spoke but that wasn’t really. True.

“Hm. Wait-“ Kilo spoke before poking Miles in the nose “aye- you’ve got the same n-“ Miles slapped Kilo’s hand away. “Try that again and you’re losing that hand.” Kilo got the message and backed off “right, right, sorry-“ he spoke. “But, you’ve got the same nose and eyes as me.” Miles rolled his eyes “that doesn’t mean much.” Kilo looked at him point blank “our names are ‘Kilometers’ and ‘Miles’, we share the same last name, same nose, and same eyes.” He started numbering off as Miles seemed to connect the dots much like Kilo did.

He looked at Kilo in like an upset confusion.

“Listen. I’m just saying… this might all be connected. Alright?” Kilo spoke, trying to reason.

“Well you’re too young to be my dad, if that’s your theory.” Miles joked as Kilo chuckled at that “Oh gods no- I’ve never had a child.” He laughed lightly.

After a while of chatting they found the most viable option being that they were brothers, both finding that odd in their own ways, but it also made a lot of sense and tracked.

And after much convincing and conveying on Kilo’s part, he’d finally got Miles to try to help him find a way out- but Miles really doubted any chance of finding a way out, however there was apart of him that longed to escape and find a way out, a small amount of hope that shined through him.

The two traveled for quite some time together within the unforgivable realm of the Shadowfell. As Miles slowly began to trust the paladin over time and grown fond of his newfound brother. He was nice and that was rare here, and that was a good change of pace.

The two learned to rely and trust each-other as they journeyed together, sharing stories and laughs amongst themselves from their own individual lives. Before they knew it, their discoveries along their journey had led them to a way out.

A mysterious ruin, thick with mist stood in a clearing of the twisted forest. In the center- a statue stood, broken and overgrown from the time that passed of being unattended to. It appeared to be a statue of a woman, but the head was broken off and scattered across the ground.

The two stepped to investigate the ruins, as the fog changed to a dark black color- absorbing them and warping them whole, completely engulfing their visions as they felt terror consume them, but when things came back into light they stood in a forest, but not the same one no- but a normal forest. They did it.

They were on the matieral plane.

Kilo was overjoyed as he was finally out, cheering “We did it! I-” He turned over to see Miles, who stayed staring up at the sky, the wind gently blew as the birds chirped within the distance, sounds of gentle streams running by as he began to feel himself cry.. Kilo went quiet as he let him have his moment, going over and placing a gentle hand on his back.

Miles was out, he was finally free… and he had a brother to thank for that…

A few writers notes I don’t feel are clear in this, so firstly: I know some of you are gonna ask why Kilo didn’t heal when he’s a paladin. Kilo sees helping himself as selfish a lot of the time, so whenever he gets hurt and he gets injured he feels it’s deserved. As for whatever the vile was- if that was not clear, that was poison and the reason why Miles was drinking so much was to get intoxicated and then kill himself as he didn’t see much point in continuing his life.

Alrighty that is all, thank you for reading :)

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