D & D: Shadow Dawn

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I've been working on this for a while, so I thought I'd post the existing chapters. Feedback is always welcome.

Dungeons & Dragons: Shadow Dawn

Disclaimer: Dungeons & Dragons and all associated terms are owned by Wizards of the Coast. No copyright infringement is intended. All characters in this fiction are owned by me.

Prologue

In the gray light of dawn, the mountains appeared as silver peaks. They jutted along the middle of the small, largely inhospitable island. It was an uninhabited chunk of land in the southern ocean, the last place anyone would ever want to go.

While the sun climbed high into the sky, awakening the peaks in a sea of light, the numerous caverns and cliffs retained an edge of shadow. The ocean around the island kept up its time-honored melody of roars.

And yet, even though this place was normally devoid of much life, in one small corner there was activity. Cooking fires glinted in the small camp, as its inhabitants awoke to a new day. They were a motley group from a variety of monstrous races - orcs, goblinoids, even a few humans. Opposite the camp was the entrance to a natural harbor, shaped like a narrow horseshoe. If one knew how to avoid the treacherous rocks flanking it on either side, it made a reasonable out of the way berth for a ship. Long ago the ocean had carved out the harbor, and once went even further - to a large gaping cavern on the opposite side of the camp. Only a few of the travelers ventured close to its maw, and most weren't entirely sure what was lurking within. But none doubted that something lurked.

In the black shadows of the cavern's walls, that something opened a pair of ruby eyes. It moved forward on four reptilian legs, seeming to carry the shadows with it. Even in the light of day it would have been an unsual sight, for this creature was in no small part a creature a shadow. With endless patience, it waited.

Chapter 1

The sun cast its golden light down, illuminating long rows of jeweled leaves. They made up a vast ocean of jade, a beautiful forest that reflected the good and timeless qualities of the world. This land belonged to the elves, who called it the Aestaesar Shyr - the emerald wood. They called themselves the Shasael Ossi Shyr, or wardens of the woods, but humans simply referred to the community as the Green Shields.

The forest spread out over many acres, supported by a broad river running through. Near the river was a small grove where near the borders of the wood, where the land passed on into fields and meadows. All along the trees were set up a variety of targets, obstacles and trainers.

Danira Melianthe squinted along her bow, aiming an arrow towards the target. This was her favorite training ground. The half-elf, with her green hair tied in a ponytail, sighted patiently as she prepared to fire.

Thunk!

The arrow hit the target dead center, neatly slicing the arrow from the previous down the middle. Danira smiled slightly and reached her hand into her quiver. She drew out two arrows this time, and nocked them one above the other.

She sighted again, and there was another thunk! as the twin projectiles landed flanking the first arrow. She reached back into her quiver, drawing a trio of arrows...

Suddenly Danira doubled over in pain, as a strange vision burst into her mind. She couldn't make out many details, but it seemed like a strong black burst. She sensed something terrible lurking in its depths. As suddenly as it had come, the vision passed. She stood back up, visibly disturbed. Abandoning her archery practice, Danira mounted her horse and took off at a gallop.

Within the enclave of the forest, the elvish guards stood watch over their citadel. The village was composed of a large number of houses, high among the branches, built of wood and leaves. They had always maintained a firm harmony with the natural world, and they felt comfortable watching the world from the privacy of their homes. Many elvish tribes were nomadic, but this settlement was more permanent than most.

Fanshen, the elvish warrior standing guard at the eastern gate, was bored. Though the elves took great pride in their unique perspective, there were times when life was slow. Sometimes the Shasael dealt with travelers passing through, often going to and from the nearby town center of Khet, but such visits were relatively rare. He broke out of his reverie as Danira galloped up.

"Fanshen!" she called excitedly as she dismounted. An elvish attendant took the reigns and led her mount to the stables. "Where is my father? I must speak with him immediately."

The warrior tried to keep up with Danira's stride as she headed towards the center of the camp. "He's in in council with the nobles, Danira. What's wrong, is there anything I can help you with?"

"No." The ranger replied hastily. They were approaching the upper level of a great birch tree, upon which the elves had built the homes of their nobility. She paused, not wishing to be rude, and turned to Fanshen.

"I need to speak with him now. This can't wait."

"No disrespect intended, but you can't exactly barge in on them? What's got you so worked up?"

She sighed, trying to smile. "I'm not quite sure. Thank you, Fanshen." He gave her a long curious look, then turned to head back to his post. Danira entered a small tent further down, trying to understand what little she could about the strange vision. Maybe it didn't represent anything, but it didn't feel good. She sat down on a small mattress used for meditation and studying her magical resources; elves did not sleep in the traditional manner, instead relying on a form of meditation to sustain them. Finally, after a while, she heard footsteps approaching, and the door to the tent parted. Lord Falrinn strode in.

He was noticably taller, with long black hair tied in a ponytail. Falrinn's eyes were a tranquil but piercing shade of green, not unlike that of the trees, with distinctive flecks of gold occasionally visible. He crossed his arms in front of him as he took several steps in. "Danira. You wished to speak with me?"

"Yes." She stood respectfully. "I apologize for interrupting the council. But I need your advice." Danira paused somewhat hestitantly. "I sensed today that something is not right..."

Falrinn came closer and Danira resumed her meditation position on the mat. Her father sat beside her, and she explained about what had happened at the archery field. For a moment there was a long silence; Danira often wondered what her father was thinking. His eyes, like those of most elves, did a fine job of concealing his true impressions.

"Is there nothing more to this vision?" He asked finally.

"No." Danira replied. "And truthfully I am glad of that. But I can't shake the feeling that there is more to it, and that this vision will not simply disappear."

Falrinn stood and sighed slightly. "Then what is it you wish to do?"

"I can only think of one possible source for the vision, if it indeed came from him." She replied as she stood, and walked to stand beside him. "Perhaps it's a call."

"You mean Pharaxes." replied her father. "He has not called you in some time, and I should think that if the vision was his it would not have been so terrifying. Perhaps you should consult our own scryers."

Danira bit her lip. "It's a nice thought. But I'm not sure they can help." She turned away, heading back towards the mat. "Before you came, I tried to contact him. I used every method of divination I've learned, and I received no answer." Danira turned back. "That's never happened. It's not like a spellcaster of Pharaxes' experience."

Falrinn raised an eyebrow. "Still, spellcasters are not idle folk. Perhaps your old mentor is simply unavailable right this moment." He walked forward and placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. "Danira, you know I would never doubt your intution. And I hope that you are able to find the answers you seek. But you're needed here, to help train our warriors. Are we not capable of helping you? How can you ask me to simply let you go?"

Danira didn't answer immediately, and her father smiled slightly as he stroked a stray hair back. "You always have been impulsive. Human blood tends to do that."

"Right." she replied with a smile. "As if elves never act impulsively. I suppose you'd prefer the term passionately instead?" Danira gripped her hands and looked straight into his eyes. "For what it's worth, I hope it's nothing too. But I can sense something, and I need to follow it through." She turned away again, and began to pack some supplies. "I'll leave for Khet as soon as I can; if I leave quickly I can get there before nightfall. From there I'll make my way towards Pharaxes." Danira paused. "I just hope he can help me."

Falrinn didn't answer, but he had learned as Danira grew older that she was dedicated to whatever she set her mind to. "As do I. You will of course keep your mother and I updated as you can about this little... vision quest?"

Danira smiled. "Of course. I'll be home as soon as I can."

 

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Chapter 2

As the sun glared down on the lonely island, the small collection of creatures continued laboring at the camp. Some dug pits, others shifted through the barren soil. They were looking for something, although many of them weren't sure exactly what. Votuk, the orcish captain squinted in annoyance at the brightness all around. Although the workers were protected by shelters and other aids, orcs weren't especially fond of sunlight.

"Crrrl." He muttered. "What are we doing here in this place? This is a complete waste of our time." Khemed, the soldier working closest to him, lifted his head from the pit he was digging. "Aye. Does Sargen think we're fools?"

Before anyone else could answer, the private conversation was interrupted as a black charger thundered past. It was ridden by a tall human who was mostly obscured by his obsidian armor. The two orcs quickly returned to their silence as he rode by, hoping they had not been heard.

A sharp thud! near Votuk's foot let him know he had, as a dagger finished quivering. He trembled a bit as he saw Sargen approaching.

"Votuk... I believe you said something"? The human leaned forward in his saddle, almost with a cruel smile on his lips. "Please speak up. Horses do tend to be loud beasts."

Votuk found it difficult to answer, but he tried. "It was nothing, my lord. Khemed and I were just discussin the progress of the excavation, and we thought -"

"Don't think." Sargen snapped. "It's not your specialty. Now return to work." Without a further glance, he turned and spurred back towards the cavern. Unlike some of his troops, he showed not the slightest bit of fear as he approached the entrance.

Two sentries stood watch, a pair of massive shadesteel golems. Their large skeletal frames belied their impressive strength, and caused some to mistake them for the undead remains of monstrous creatures. Their blank faces watched impassively as Sargen entered the darkness.

The blackness of the cavern was disturbed only by the small red glow produced by the dragon dwelling within. It stirred in annoyance as it was immediately aware of the human's presence.

"Why do you dare interrupt my rest?" The creature hissed in a deep, rumbling voice. "Have your pathetic minions found it yet?"

"No." Sargen answered. "And I'd appreciate an explanation for why we're even looking on this barren lump of rock. " He crossed his arms, not intimidated as the dragon turned and moved towards him. "What makes you think the second gem is here?"

"My reasons are not yours to question, Sargen. If your forces were as efficient as you like to boast, we should have already found what we were looking for." The dragon craned its neck forward, glaring straight at him. "Perhaps they need some motivation from me, since your feeble efforts do not seem enough."

"Or perhaps you're forgetting, Sjach'urathear," Sargen calmly answered "that your essence from the Plane of Shadow is still not stabilized. It's only been by the efforts of my mages that you've been able to return to the Material Plane. And you have no other troops to command. Are you so eager to return to exile?"

"Hmmfff." Sjach'urathear craned his neck back up, slowly turning back to his meditation. "I see you still have a persuasive voice, human. There are few in your number who have the courage to treat with me as you do. Very well... I will continue to honor our alliance."

As Sargen turned to leave, his path was suddenly blocked by a shadowy leg. "But I suggest you encourage your men to work swiftly. You would not wish to see me when I am impatient." The leg lifted, and the human left.

Eventually the sun dipped lower in the sky, as the day shifted closer to evening. The golden light retreated into darker shades of tan and brown. Danira had ridden hard towards Khet, but even so it had taken this long to get there. The city was a small urban center which served as an important trade stop for pilgrims and travelers.

Despite the shadows that were slowly beginning to gather, the streets were still crowded. She worked her way through the bustle, heading towards the middle of town.

Danira watched with a slight grin as a group of small children ran up to a man sitting on the stairs connected to a small workshop. They were incredibly excited.

"Master Jaer! Master Jaer! Is it time?"

"Oh," replied Jaer with a sly grin, cocking his head towards the evening sky. "I suppose it is..." He stood slowly and stretched his arms out. "Ready?"

The children nodded eagerly. Jaer smiled and muttered a few words in Elvish. Instantly his hands began to glow, and sparks erupted as he moved his arms. Fireworks shot up, creating a series of small explosions. The crowd quickly paused to observe the spectacle as the children laughed. The fiery charms went on for a few minutes, finally ending with a large gargoyle that seemed to swoop down right over the young heads. The children applauded as Jaer bowed with a smile.

"Thank you, thank you. Perhaps I can do an encore soon. Now I have business to attend to." He waved them away then stepped down to the base of the steps.

"My..." said Danira with a smirk as she walked forward. "How the mighty have fallen."

Jaer snorted. "I'd have thought even you would have kept up to date on my work." His face broke into a smile once more as Danira laughed and embraced her old friend. "aren't you supposed to be the expert ranger?"

Danira released herself. "It's good to see you again, Jaer. You got my message?"

"Aye. Perhaps we can share a drink and you can tell me what's up. "

"Sounds good." She answered as they entered The Wandering Blade, famous in Khet for being the best inn in a hundred miles. The two took a small corner table where they had some degree of privacy.

"What'll you have, my friends?" Asked a charming gnome serving tables.

"I think a glass of Elven mead would suit me," Jaer said, with a wink. Danira winked back as she placed her order. "Dragonbite Bitter for me."

The sorceror whistled and shook his head as the waiter left to get their drinks. "Since when did you start drinking that stuff?"

Danira shrugged. "Being a half-breed has a few advantages. So do you spend all your evenings doing light shows?"

"Oh, I'm here and there. Still adventuring every now and then." Jaer paused as the drinks arrived. "You're on your way to visit Pharaxes?"

She nodded and told Jaer about the vision. It took a lot to unnerve Danira, and he could tell she was unnerved.

"I don't know... perhaps my father's right. Ever since the vision occurred I've had a bad feeling, and I need to find out what it is." Danira sighed. "I know it's a lot to ask, Jaer, but will you come with me? For some reason I've felt it's connected to Pharaxes in some way, and I'd feel better having two wise spellcasters to talk to."

"Sure thing." replied Jaer, placing a friendly hand on her shoulder. "We'll have to spend the night here, but we'll leave first thing in the morning."

"Thanks." The two stood and headed towards the stairs. "I've missed seeing Pharaxes. It's been years since I've had the time to visit him." Danira said.

Jaer nodded. "I saw him not too long ago, but it's been awhile. Spellcasting keeps one busy." His eyes narrowed as they climbed the stairs, as he lowered his voice slightly. "You know, I wouldn't mind being able to sample your elven moondrop again. Any chance you could teach me the recipe sometime?"

Danira chuckled. "It's improved a bit. I don't know if the other elven rangers would like my giving the secrets away."

"Well, perhaps you can decide tomorrow." The sorceror smiled as they turned in for the night.

 

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Chapter 3

The tower stood in stark contrast to the surrounding hillside. It was carved from granite, and rose to an impressive height of forty feet. As Danira approached it, she smiled a bit. Its weathered surface might cause it to be mistaken for an old border post, but Pharaxes had a lot hidden within it. Nothing is ordinary for a wizard.

As she walked towards the tower, however, Danira still couldn't shake that sense of forboding she'd felt. Something seemed out of place, and as she tried to figure out what the ground begin to shake. The tower trembled and then exploded, sending stone and mortar all around. As she looked up in horror, a shadowy figure roared up from the ruins. It seemed to have the shape of a dragon, and Danira fumbled for her bow.

She gasped as she awoke from her meditation with a start. A few slivers of sunlight filtered through the windows of the inn, and Danira slowly started to relax. It wasn't real, but that didn't comfort her much.

Jaer, who was almost done packing, looked at her with concern on his face. "Danira? Are you all right?"

"I'm not sure." Danira rubbed her eyes. "It happened again."

"You had another vision?" Jaer walked over over and placed his hands on her shoulders. "What did you see?"

"I'd..." she started, then paused. "...rather not say. But it was stronger this time, and it seems like I can remember more details."

She stood, and started to gather her mimimal belongings. Danira was used to traveling light most of the time. "Are you ready?"

"All set." The sorcerer replied. He smiled, trying to cheer her a bit. "I even requisitioned a little breakfast for us."

"Thanks." Danira turned back with a little smirk. "I suppose you'll be expecting me to cook on this journey? For a sorcerer, you never were very good at it."

"Hmph. I'm not as bad as you remember." Jaer placed his hands on his hips in mock annoyance. "And even sorcerers aren't fond of eating whatever's available on a regular basis."

The sky was overcast and the wind fairly strong as the two companions headed off. Danira was wearing a modest cloak, but underneath she wore a suit of elven chain. It was lighter than chain mail, made from elegantly sculpted mithral, but offered the same protection. Jaer wore his loose fitting robes, inscribed with hidden runes and protective symbols. Pharaxes' abode wasn't too far from Khet, fortunately, for he had made it and some of the surrounding territory his ward.

"Danira," said Jaer, "perhaps you should relax a little. If I knew any transportation spells, I could get us there faster."

"Sorry." She sighed. "With these visions running through my head, it's a little unnerving. Besides..." Danira patted her horse. "Mos Shol doesn't mind the exercise."

Jaer chuckled. "I'm sure he doesn't. Even if this whole thing turns out to be nothing, perhaps some good will come from it." His expression became a mischievious smile. "Perhaps Daelric could use your visions for a tale."

"What?" Danira turned her head sharply. "You don't mean that little fool is still in business?"

"Oh, he certainly is. Bards with a silver tongue have no trouble finding business."

Their horses kept up a steady pace as they made their way into the surrounding farms and hills. No rain had fallen, but the clouds still threatened the possibility. The two passed through a light grouping of trees which led to a series of open fields.

"Heh. Especially when they exaggerate their stories until the truth can't be discerned." She shook her head with an annoyed smile. "I warned Daelric to check with me before he decided to dedicate any legends on my behalf."

"Well, consider yourself lucky he's a bard and not a politician." Jaer replied with a wink. "He does do good advertising."

"I'll bet." She finally started to slow Mos Shol's pace a bit as they neared a large hillock on the plain. "We should be in sight of..." Danira's voice trailed off as she brought her horse to a stop. The tower of Pharaxes was protected by a variety of magical defenses, and the entrance was through a large circular gate carved from the same granite as the tower itself. The same gate which was now shattered on the edge of the hill.

"Stars above..." muttered Jaer. Beyond the gate was the tower, or what was left of it. The lower portion was still intact, but parts of it were damaged. Scorch marks and debris in the surrounding terrain indicated a battle had been fought. There was no sign of the wizard himself, but there was something lurking there. Several somethings.

Not willing to be spotted, the two travelers dismounted and led their horses to the trees. Danira nocked her bow, which was an unusual device. It was a steam bow of gnome manufacture, and had several small levers and alchemical boosters. She made a few adjustments, while Jaer drew his rod of chaining. It was made from an outstretched chain itself, topped with a ruby, and very useful for chaining several spells together. They crept to a place where they could watch from the shelter of the trees.

There were at least four guards surrounding the remnants of the tower. They had mottled black scales and horns projecting from their temples; they were almost like what a black dragon would be, if it were humanoid. Two carried javelins, while the other two carried swords. As one of the creatures started toward the edge of the hillock, thinking perhaps it had seen something, there was a sharp thunk! An arrow protuded from the guard's chest, and it slumped over as the other guards instantly went on the alert.

"Hello chaps!" Jaer walked forward more or less in plain sight, holding his staff and his ringsword outstretched. The ringsword had a ring of counterspells mounted in its hilt, allowing him to use the ring's enchantment as a bonus to the two rings of force armor he usually wore. The mirror image spell he had cast had also created several duplicates of him.

The closest guard hesitated briefly, then swung its falchion. Jaer seemed to step back, harmlessly avoiding the blow. The creature made several more swipes before the sorceror countered with his blade, then deftly penetrated its defensese. As another sentry approached, Jaer turned and disabled it with a magic missile.

Danira meanwhile had advanced to take on the remaining soldier, which leveled its javelin at her menacingly. She aimed her bow, but had to dodge as the creature suddenly opened its mouth and spewed a bolt of black liquid. As she rolled out of the way, it hit a nearby stone and dissolved it. The guard raised it weapon and charged, but Danira cooly restrung her bow and fired an arrow off in the nick of time.

"Danira, behind you!" Jaer called out. She barely had time to react as another javelin thudded into place right next to her. Danira stood and readied another shot, but they had apparently underestimated the number of foes. The reptilian guard knocked the steam bow away from the ranger with its blade, but she rolled again to avoid a more lethal blow. As she righted herself she drew her Sylvan dagger and plunged it into the guard's torso, probably right below its ribs.

Jaer meanwhile was struggling with a sixth guard; the duplicates were a useful distraction, but they were designed to vanish after being struck. As he grappled with the foe, he forced the sentry around and was rewarded with a thud as one of Danira's arrows struck it in the back. He released the corpse to the ground. "Are you all right?"

Danira nodded. "You?"

"I'm fine." He looked around, still in awe over the destruction. "What happened here?"

His companion wasn't really listening. She was already at the broken door to the tower's base, which didn't seem particularly stable. "Pharaxes! Are you here?" Danira pounded her fist against the stone wall. "Pharaxes!"

"Danira!" Jaer called as she started to go in. He quickly came behind the ranger and grabbed her, as the remnants of the tower started to crumble. "It's too dangerous -"

"Don't!" She struggled, but quickly realized it wouldn't have done much good. The part of the tower still standing fell apart, collapsing into the base. Danira sighed sorrowfully as Jaer released her. She sat down by the wreckage, trying very hard to control herself. "This... this can't be..."

Danira sobbed slightly, then leaned her head back against a portion of the wall. "We were too late, Jaer. We failed."

"That's not true." Jaer knelt and put his hands on her shoulders. "For all we know, Pharaxes isn't even here. He could have escaped..."

She shook her head. "I doubt it. He would never have left his tower undefended against those creatures." Danira suddenly paused, then she slowly stood. "But maybe they didn't reach everywhere..."

"What do you mean?" asked the confused sorceror. She said something in draconic, and suddenly they were standing in an area of hollowed out stone. It was a natural workshop, and Jaer guessed it was somewhere beneath the main building. Things had been scattered around by the destruction of the tower, but it didn't seem like there was much of anything missing. Artifacts, tools, books and other minutiae crowded the rock walls. He looked around in astonishment as Danira started to sort through things.

"In all the time I knew Pharaxes, I never got even an inkling of this place. How did you -"

She shrugged. "I'm not entirely sure why he felt I was worthy enough to trust. And I hoped I'd never have to come to this place under these circumstances." Danira paused and lifted a shelf that had been knocked from the wall. Underneath, she found what she'd been drawn to: a large tome bound in leather and secured by an arcane lock. She dusted it off and stood, turning back to Jaer. "I wasn't the only apprentice he trained, but someone had to know the location in case Pharaxes was ever..." Danira stopped, unable to finish. "Let's go."

After a brief ceremony honoring the fallen wizard, the two companions mounted again. "So, do you want to return to Khet?"

"No." Danira replied, as she turned Mos Shol towards the north. "Cylla." Jaer was puzzled. Cylla was a large city that served as a capital in one of the northern provinces. It was far larger than Khet, and several hours away at least.

"Why there?" he asked as he brought his horse into step. "Danira... don't you think we should at least warn the citizens? Whatever force these creatures served would find Khet an easy target."

"True. But if they wanted to attack Khet, and they were strong enough to do so much damage here, I doubt I would have found the place intact." She managed a faint smile as she turned to her friend. "I know it's strange, Jaer, but please trust me on this. I know what I'm doing... I think."


Two hours passed as they continued riding under the sunless clouds. It was almost another hour's ride to the northern city, and now the landscape had changed considerably. In place of open fields and meadows the land dipped sharply down, towards the river Thyrn. Many Cyllans made a living on the river, and a number of ferries were used by travelers. Small woods still dotted the borders of the land, but they were fewer and sparser than the ones near Khet.

Neither Danira nor Jaer paid too much attention the scenery, however. They had been silent for much of the time, still distracted by the loss of Pharaxes. Suddenly Danira was jolted from her reverie as a burst of light appeared from a nearby copse, accompanied by the sounds of a struggle.

Following the same procedure as before, the two crept in. In the middle of the woods, a man was fighting for his life against creatures somewhat similar to the ones that had been guarding the tower. Rather than being humanoid, these almost resembled small green dragons. Two of them flanked the warrior, who was protected by armor and shield with a distinctive sun design. His main weapon was a sword which constantly blazed light like a torch. The flash of light was apparently a blinding burst, and had given him a slight advantage over the beasts.

But the diversion wore off quickly, and as one of the creatures charged in he brought his shield up. The impact knocked him back, but he did not fall. As he turned and stabbed the creature, which was already wounded, he was unable to heed the other circling around to flank him.

It didn't get the chance, though. As the first beast fell, one of Jaer's magic missiles hit the second along with several of Danira's arrows. The monster roared, but quickly fell under another volley. Impressed, the man sheathed his blade.

"My thanks, friends. You could not have come at a better time." He limped forward slightly, and Danira noticed a long gash. in his right leg.

"You're injured." She replied. "But we're glad to be of help. I'm Danira Melianthe, and this is my companion Jaer Singol." She reached to help the man over to a nearby tree.

"Not to worry." He held his hand over his leg, and the wound closed as he cast a healing spell. "Rannis Kerith, at your service."

"Where do these things keep springing from? Jaer muttered as he looked over one of the fallen beasts. Then he turned back to Rannis."You wear the sun. Are you a worshipper of Pelor?"

"That I am." replied the man, whose limp had disappeared. "I'm a cleric of the sun god, on my way north when I ran into these things. Did you say you've fought others?"

"It's a long story." said Danira. "We're en route to Cylla. Perhaps you'd like to join us?"

"Madame," Rannis said with a smile, "I'd be honored."

 

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So... anyone interested in giving feedback?

 

[CeJay]

I've read the first few chapters and quite liked it so far.

I don't really read much non Trek fan-fiction as there is so much quality stuff out there to follow. I'm also not a big D&D fan. Having said that I used to love the computer games (i.e. Baldurs Gate) and really enjoyed Lord of the Rings and such.

It's definitely well written and you've created an interesting mystery. I'll try to keep reading.

 

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Well, for what it's worth, I hope people will enjoy the story if they're not interested in D & D. I'm trying to be very careful with my writing since I have a lot of familiarity with the game universe, but I know many readers don't. I don't want to confuse anybody.

I don't usually hang around here much, but RevdKathy kindly invited me to post the story here.