dungeons & dragons

He tossed and turned, writhing on the formless ground beneath. He couldn't see, he couldn't think-his head throbbed, a sickening squelch of something crawling inside him but for the life of him he couldn't recall what as he squeezed his head, every thought calling for something, anything, to get...

Ruby woke in some sort of pod, feeling slimey tentacles around her legs and keeping her in place, Crescent Rose pressing against her back uncomfortably. Her Aura was down, and no matter how much she strained, she couldn't seem to find a way around it. Into the chamber she was bound in stepped…...

Exemplar. It's one of those capital-letter words that has different meanings based on geography and context. In one kingdom of mortals, it might be a title granted to a great champion; in a text from another, it's a lower-case sort of word, simply denoting great skill. But in Planar scholarship...

Looking over Baldur's Gate as the sunsets, I have mixed feelings about the sight and the city. For the eighteen years I've lived in the city, I've had conflicting feelings about my home city since I was old enough to grasp politics. It has been about three years since I regained my memories of a...

Welcome to a collection thread for short writing that doesn't belong anywhere else. Will be added to as things exist. A Paladin's Vigil (Dungeons & Dragons)

IF YOU'RE NEW HERE, Go to the button in the upper right hand corner of this thread that says "Reader mode" and click it. That way you'll experience the actual storytelling and gameplay of Storm King's Thunder, rather than my note-taking, thoughts, and planning entries about it. If you're...

MAVLOR The sky above the city was the color of a dying dragon – splotchy and scaled and flickering with a pulsing heartbeat. Rain warm as piss streaked down the windows of the scuzzy bar that Mavlor walked into – and as he shook off the grayish muck and started stomping his boots on the mat to...

This story is dedicated to the countless hours of tabletop, playing 2e, then 3e, 3.5 and Pathfinder. Plenty of that time with friends around the table in campaigns, but a whole lot of hours just spent theory crafting, too. You are all loved and missed. It's also dedicated to the countless...

The Villain's Ascent : A Prologue "I want you to retrieve an artifact for me." You lean backwards in your padded leather chair, steeple your fingers and study the man before you. You are currently seated in a well appointed office, which is much nicer than the rest of the unassuming warehouse...

It was slightly breezy morning, and I was taking third watch, spending the time toiling away at this very manuscript under candlelight whilst the others slept. Our most recent hunt had gone disastrously, the wily Lamic Rous having circumvented our every attempt at trapping and ambush, and even...

In Northern Alaska, a research station dealing with other universes just blew up. In places all over the world, microfissures cause changes around the world, either by objects, biologicals, knowledge, and powers. Oh, and sending a lot of people on a one way trip through the Abyss. Might want to...

Somewhere, across the vast ocean of possibilities, a poor soul awoke to find himself in a strange predicament. "Hmm," I groaned, "where the fuck am I?" I said as I slowly regained consciousness. My head was hurting like hell. I tried to touch my forehead but found myself unable to. The pain...

Prologue: The Guardians at the Lair A piercing cry, reminiscent of a dragon’s roar, shattered the gloom of the throne room, filled with heart-wrenching despair. Beregon jerked awake upon his orichalcum throne, wondering what had disturbed his slumber. Yawning loudly enough to shake a mountain...

A/N: So, this story is mostly an exercise in trying to get my ADHD ass to actually write consistently. I cannot promise a decent update schedule, but if you enjoy this fic please let me know! Hopefully it will help motivate me! I will try to keep a decent update schedule regardless but, knowing...

A sickly sweet taste accompanied wetness spilling from my lips, dripping down my chin. Coppery and bitter, its palpable smell filled my nostrils and almost overpowered the stench of sulfurous smoke. The taste reminded me of home, of laughter, of summer nights where the temperature was just right...

Every second, the souls of billions of people from worlds across the omniverse are taken after death and sent to the Great Resting Area or Grest, a place beyond the reach of any being save for those who manage it and those who have been chosen to inhabit. Each species, religion and culture are...

The Mid-Realms A D&D 3.5/Arcana Unearthed campaign Inspirations: Arcana Unearthed/Northern and Eastern European Mythology/Dungeon Meshi/Vintage Story/Midgard The Old World and the Old Gods perished in the fires of the Götterdämmerung. Time, and the efforts of the Elder races, would see a new...

That face when you have an idea and then the muse just takes it and mcfucking runs with it So uh yeah ojala this should be the last CF story I start for a hot minute, knock on wood. Title from a RWBY song because Jeff and Casey Lee Williams are really good at what they do and also because one...

Content Warnings: Uh... None for once. Not that I can think of. Bit of porn I suppose, but nothing dark? The city outside lulled to sleep in the starry dark, a brazier smouldering in the room to beat back the cold. The inn-house room was evidently worth the money, with fur blankets and...

We all know the stories. Adventurers from a thousand kingdoms delving into dungeons dark and depths, facing countless monsters. They save the world, fulfill prophecies, and defeat evil. Around them, powerful mages, the servants of the Gods, agents of eternal evils and, of course, the dragons...

Yo, big E! We don't got time for this shit! Come on! Come on! A quick glance up, and away from the grainy green screen, the text flashing. C:/FILE/ABSOLUTE_1.DOC Fingers, long and purplish, having long since worn tracks across the keyboard - finger oil and the constant pressure of cleaning...

The sounds of a hammer hitting an unknown material could be heard throughout the realm, the sound was something that those who heard it swore sounded familiar but failed to know what it was. Those who had the means to travel into this realm searched as far as they could, but no matter where...

Today my mother died. It was almost a relief, in a strange way. There was no going back; why fret over what was already decided, then? There had to be something at least a little screwed up, though, about technically breaking into the study of an ancient evil wizard uninvited bringing a sense...

Speak, Muse – Of the dashing hero The traveler, twice-born to two different worlds After he climbed Praxys' devious heights. Speak Of all the cities he saw, the hearts he swayed, The suffering deep in his soul amid the seas As he struggled to survive the Fates' design But could not save his...

1 Ao's POV Lord Ao, The Hidden One, mumbled to himself as he wrote into his latest auto-biography. Although, technically, it would be a biography as the incarnation that he was writing about had been dead for a few centuries having lived and died in the Time of Troubles. He was glad that he...