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Eric, Sheila, Terri, Bobby - Trouble at TardosYear 0, Season 1
002 Part 1:
The Alicorn River flowed quietly along dividing the rolling hills of the Wondrous Wood and the weather worn pinnacles of the Dust Lands. It was a promisingly quiet summer day, with the four suns in their tracks across the sky approaching mid-day, the largest and most dominant marking its summer solstice.
Near the river bank a whirl of light expanded and took the shapes of three men and two women of assorted size and age.
The largest wore matte grey plate armor accented by red capes and a grey heavy cloth skirt. A large sword at his hip had a winged helmet hung from it, an unadorned kite shield hung on his back, a red coif covered his head.
He spoke addressing the other four, pointing across the river. “This is the Alicorn River. Tardos is that way. These are good lands for you to start in. Civilized enough for you, Cavalier, to begin to build a reputation. Wild enough for you, Barbarian, to begin to build yours.”
A trail could be seen intermitte
INTRO-Part 4-The Starting PlansPart 4
Hank was first back. Dungeon Master sat on a boulder, asleep or meditating. His usual smirk was missing, and he looked worn out. Uni moved about near by, evidently getting used to being a quadruped again.
Hank sat and began examining his new swords. They were well used, with smoothed out nicks and pits along the working edges. Double edged short swords, with blades about a hand length longer than from his elbow to his fingertips. They were well balanced. The ivory grip had some gold wire inlay that went over the pommels and crossbars, He checked the edges, they were dull, and would need sharpening. He wondered what special abilities they had, but figured that like his bow all those years ago, he would figure it out, and they would let him know.
Sheila and Eric came out of the rocks and found her a boulder to sit on. Hank could see that Eric had a sword hilt hanging out of the top of his shield. I
INTRO-Part 3-Treasure HuntPart 3
Hank wondered alone through the rock garden. It reminded him of the trip to Goblin Valley, in Utah. They had been on a Jeep Expedition in Moab for Easter, and made the side trip to Goblin valley.
Because of Dungeon Masters spell Hank felt a few different thrums in his senses, and wondered if this was what magic always felt like, as he followed the strongest one through the pillars, stacked boulders, and other debris.
He stopped in a dead end, formed by three piles of boulders mashed together. Human sized bones, from the same kind of skeletons as the last time he was here, were scattered among the smaller rocks. As was the end of something familiar. Hank tossed the rocks and debris aside, and then pulled the bow out.
As he held it, it felt like the same one, from eight years ago. He had been shorter then, not having his full adult growth, so it felt a bit smaller than h
INTRO-Part 2-in The Dragons GraveyardPART 2
Eleven men and women materialized on a dusty landscape shrouded in eternal twilight, enough light to see clearly but no shadows. Near by were piles and columns of boulders, not ruins, but rather like movable barriers. Rocks of all sizes were scattered about. As they looked around the eleven could see that they were in a large valley surrounded by jagged peeks on all sides.
No one noticed because they were not looking, but Enola’s and Terri’s necklaces’ both glowed slightly, then faded.
After a few moments, comments were heard from the group.
“Where are we?”
“Oh no, here?”
“I think it’s the Dragon’s Graveyard.”
INTRO-Part 1-Starting Points This is the first installment of a fan-fiction written as entertainment, and writing exercise. I do not own any of the characters from the Dungeons and Dragons Cartoon. I do not own any of the characters from any other fan-fiction writer.
While based on the characters, concepts and premises developed by other writers and upon a game system owned by Wizards of the Coast, the stories told here in are of my own creation, and not intended to portray any events or persons in the real world, nor to infringe on any rights possessed by others.
Starting points: I recently read two Dungeons and Dragons Fan Fictions, on FanFiction.net. These got my creative juices going, on where the stories could go from there.
I recommend reading both, as the following is only an overview, and may not make sense without reading them.
1) “Servants of the Realm” by Rana Kane: Overview: The mothers of the six are all native to and are refugees from The Realm.
a) The women were all
Tywacomb-1d8036 – A FEW DAYS OF REST, THEN UP THE NEXT MOUNTAINS
Journal of Steven Caplan: Day 26
Abey is hurt and I could use a rest. This seems like as good a place as any.
The next morning, they had breakfast, and then mulled around. Caspian wanted to get going, but Abey was not yet ready to go. Steven decided that they needed a few days of rest, and that these people were kind enough. So they stayed. Caspian busied himself with the local magic users, for as far as they would talk to him. Abey took time to get fitted for a leather singlet, and equipping herself with some local goods. Steven just found a good shade spot, watching some children, and dozed for a bit.
He was aroused by hearing a class of youngsters being drilled in some oral tradition. Three old men and one old woman were taking turns teaching the children their lessons. Two were recitation drills. One was evidently math, and the last was some kind of test on previous material.
In the afternoon, Steven helped clean up some of
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