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Land of the Unknown (1555 words) by Nova_Writes Chapters: 2/? Fandom: Pocket Monsters | Pokemon - All Media Types, Pocket Monsters | Pokemon (Main Video Game Series) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Subame | Taillow, Original Pokemon Trainer(s), Self-Insert - Character, Original Female Character(s), Narrator Additional Tags: Desert, Desert Island Fic, Oran Berry, Survival, Wilderness Survival Summary: (LIKELY DISCONTINUED) Trainers are sent from the sky to various parts of the world, without the aid of a professor. They have to start their journeys themselves, and find their own Pokemon, amongst other things! Doesn't that sound like fun? Me? I start my journey in the desert. I smell like Oran Berries.

I woke up to soft, desperate cries. I looked around to see who it was coming from. A small Taillow was stuck in what looked like an Ursaring Trap. The poor thing must have been separated from her flock and looked for somewhere to rest. I would be a monster if I left Taillow there to die! Near the trap, I saw some strong-looking sticks. I remembered when my dad used planks of wood to open up his car because the keys were stuck inside. Learning from that experience, I took the sticks, and wiggled them through the trap, taking care not to go near Taillow’s sensitive wings.

After a couple of minutes, the trap was finally open, and Taillow was finally free. Tears of pain were forming in Taillow’s eyes as I slowly lifted her from the trap. She was clearly not in a state to fly. I looked around for some sort of first aid kit. I remembered that I still had my ripped parachute on my back. I removed it and ripped off a few sloppy pieces. I looked inside the parachute’s pack, and I saw a tiny first aid kit. When I opened the first aid kit, I found a small bottle of ointment, probably used for bruises and scratches. I gently rubbed the ointment on Taillow’s wings, and wrapped them with the parachute’s fabric. I look at the bandage job; though it wasn’t perfect, it’s sufficient for now.

”You, my friend, are not in a good state for flying, ” I blatantly stated, much to the disbelief of the Taillow. ”It’s clearly dangerous for you to return to your flock, so…”

I dug through my backpack until I found a Pokeball. It shined when I held it in the setting sun. It was getting late; I needed to find somewhere for Taillow and me to sleep, somewhere that’s safe from wild Pokemon. Taillow needs to stay with me.

”Taillow, will you join my team?” I ask as I hold out the gleaming Pokeball. I was originally supposed to start my journey when I was ten, but my parents, being as overprotective as they are, wouldn’t let me go on a journey until I finished high school. This made me wonder why they let me start four years early…

My train of thought was interrupted by Taillow weakly tapping her wing to the Pokeball. She was sent inside of it, and it flew out of my hand. The Pokeball shook three times and sparkled in confirmation.

Gotcha! Taillow has been caught!

While gingerly holding my Pokeball, I dig through my backpack, in hopes of finding some food. Although I couldn’t find any, I found a Pokedex. It looked used, but it would do.

I hold out the Pokeball, and Taillow waddles out. I point the Pokedex at her. The entry says:

”We need to find you some food to keep you going,” I tell Taillow, although I’m pretty sure that she can’t understand what I’m saying.”

Using the rest of the parachute, I wrap Taillow up to keep her warm. I walk around, hoping to find some berries.

I’ve been walking for hours, with no luck in finding food; all of the bushes were stripped bare. Finally, I find a large bush, which seemed to be bustling with life.

I gently put Taillow down and inspected the bush. Its prickly branches scratched against my hands as I tried to look through the bush. In the center, were some big, juicy Oran Berries. My stomach growled as I clumsily maneuvered my arm through the branches, until I managed to pick a clump of Oran Berries. The clump had about five berries, which might not be enough for tonight.

Taillow, despite her injuries, managed to peck through the branches and snagged about seven Oran Berries. With our berries combined, we can each have six berries.

As Taillow pecked through the bush, I suddenly got an idea.

”Taillow, use Peck!” I commanded as I pointed to the bush.

That probably wasn’t a good choice, since Taillow was already injured, and couldn’t move that much. To save time, I picked up Taillow and the berries and moved her to various parts of the bush, where she pecked our thorns, and I pulled out branches. Soon, we managed to create a small hideaway, where we can eat berries and spend the night.

I crawled inside the bush, carrying Taillow with me. I slowly removed Taillow’s parachute cover.

”TAILLOW!” She cried out as she pecked me.

”Calm down, I’m trying to make this easy for us,” I responded with an air of impatience. “If it makes you feel better, you can go back inside your Pokéball.”

Taillow didn’t argue with that and swiftly went inside of the ball.

With Taillow no longer pestering, I got back to work. I laid out the cloth parachute as a bedsheet and fixed up the holes that poked through the bush. As I twisted the branches to make the bush look more like a bush, I realized how cramped the bush was. This bush would allow someone who was under four feet to rest comfortably, but since I’m tall, I’ll have to hug my knees and hope I won’t get hurt.

Remembering that Taillow hasn’t eaten her berries yet, I sent her out of her Pokeball. We each had six Oran Berries, with Taillow finishing just as I ate my fourth berry. Her wings started flapping, meaning that she must have started recovering. I partially removed the scraps, which showed a slight trace of the injury. I gingerly touched the area, to which Taillow flinched in response. She hasn’t fully recovered, so she’ll need to keep the bandages on a bit more. I spread out some more ointment on Taillow’s wings and reapplied the bandages.

”So, do you want to be called anything special?” I offered to Taillow as I went into a sleeping position.

”Taillow?” She wondered, now intrigued by this idea.

”You know, I can call you Robin, Ruby, Midnight...” I listed until Taillow interrupted.

”Taillow! Taillow!” Taillow exclaimed as she heard “Midnight.”

”Okay, Midnight, it is,” I respond in agreement, to which Taillow chirps happily.

”Now I see why you want to be called that,” I realized as I thought about the beauty of the night.

The night is peaceful, yet unforgiving. It screams, “You used your last chance!” when it comes. It has glistening stars, and the moon shines ever-so-brightly, making you stare in admiration. It’s also quiet, for when you want to rest peacefully or do something without disturbing anyone.

This is why I named my Taillow Midnight.

My Team:

Midnight the Taillow

Gender: Female

Level: Five

Known Move(s): Peck, Fly

Chapters: 2/? Fandom: Pocket Monsters | Pokemon - All Media Types, Pocket Monsters | Pokemon (Main Video Game Series) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Subame | Taillow, Original Pokemon Trainer(s), Self-Insert - Character, Original Female Character(s), Narrator Additional Tags: Desert, Desert Island Fic, Oran Berry, Survival, Wilderness Survival Summary:

(LIKELY DISCONTINUED)

Trainers are sent from the sky to various parts of the world, without the aid of a professor. They have to start their journeys themselves, and find their own Pokemon, amongst other things! Doesn’t that sound like fun?

Me? I start my journey in the desert. I smell like Oran Berries.

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(LIKELY DISCONTINUED)

Me? I start my journey in the desert. I smell like Oran Berries.

When I woke up, I expected to find myself covered in a blanket, resting my head on a soft pillow. Instead, I was strapped to the passenger seat of a helicopter, sitting next to the pilot, someone who I never met.

I quickly turned to the pilot, and frantically asked, ”Where am I? Where’s my family?”

The pilot, who was invested in controlling the helicopter, responded, ”Sorry, missy, I can’t tell you. That’s up to you to find out. As for your family, they’re safe at home. You were chosen out of your entire family to participate in this challenge. While you were asleep, we took you into this helicopter.”

”Mr. Pilot, I’m pretty sure that’s illegal,” I say as I anxiously look at the view. Why did my parents let me go here? Did they want me to learn how to ”rough it out?”

”No, no, your parents signed a contract that allowed you to go to this challenge. We’ll make sure you get in, in one piece, and get out in one piece.”

I sit in the helicopter, nervously hugging myself. I hated heights. Were they going to make me jump out of the helicopter, in the mercy of the wind? No, it’s too dangerous to jump out without a parachute.

My guess was correct when the pilot handed me an odd-looking backpack, and exclaimed, ”Missy, it was nice knowing you, but you need to put this on, and jump out on three!”

”WHAT?!”

”ONE!” The pilot shouted as he opened up the helicopter’s door, and gestured me to go towards it.

”TWO!”

”I can’t do this, I’m horrified by heights!” I whined as I held on to both sides of the exit.

”THREE!” The pilot shouted as he pushed me, and I fell out of the airplane. ”Good luck, and stay alive!”

I tried to scream, but I couldn’t. I was falling at such a fast pace, that my voice pipes were being blocked by the wind. As I fell, I noticed a string with a rubber circle at the edge. Instinctively, I pulled it. I was suddenly propelled into the air, and when I looked up, I saw a parachute. I sighed in relief as I slowly floated down with the parachute. When I was halfway down, I heard a loud cry echoing from the horizon. A flock of Fearow flew towards my parachute, pecking holes into it.

Before I knew it, I was back to screaming and falling to my death. I didn’t have to worry for long, since I promptly landed on the warm, hard ground, and passed out.

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Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Original Work, Master of the Realms Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Original Female Character & Original Male Character, Original Female Character & Original Female Character Characters: Original Female Character(s), Original Male Character(s), Original Non-Human Character(s), Nova Atlas, Master of the Realms - Character, Nori Atlas, Galaxia (Master of the Realms) Additional Tags: Multiverse, Realm Hopping, ADHD, Female Friendship, Platonic Female/Male Relationships, Father-Daughter Relationship, Sister-Sister Relationship Summary:

After receiving a cryptic dream about her little sister being kidnapped, Nova Atlas gets tangled with the Wonder Library in order to save her. Little does she know, is that this library is a coverup for a realm-wide communication/traveling site.

"My name is Nova Atlas, and this is the story of how I got myself into this mess, and somehow saved the universe in the process."

About three stories high, a Victorian-styled building rested between a shady convenience store and a run-down game shop. The building was a faded blue, with dark shingles covering the roof. Windows covered the building, but all of its curtains were shut. There was a patio that led to the building’s grand entrance, black double doors with four curved rectangles etched onto each door. Bronze door handles that resembled keys enabled the visitor to open the doors. However, the doors were locked. This building made the convenience store and game shop next to it look plain in comparison.

However, the building’s exterior didn’t match its interior at all.

Although the building presented itself as a vacant house, the interior said otherwise. A vast, open room, was filled with ceiling-high bookshelves, all of which were packed to the rim with books. Ladders and stools were placed near the shelves for those who wanted to get books from the higher shelves. In the areas without bookshelves, were long, wooden tables and chairs with cushions on them. Some computers were available for the visitor’s use, and they were whirring at the ready. There was an area dedicated to younger kids, and various other areas dedicated to various purposes, like library programs and quiet studying areas.

With everything found in this library, only the observant eye can see a single door, with a sign that said, “Do not enter.” It was almost unnoticeable, seeming plain compared to the rest of the library.

For those that were allowed into this forbidden room, they would see a dark room with many pillars. Stained-glass windows covered the walls and were the only source of light. A grand stained-glass window was found at the center of the room, depicting a battle between an archer and a tyrannical king. However, it was partially obscured by a throne, which had navy blue cushions and silver framing.

An elf-like woman sat up straight on this throne. She had flowy ebony hair, which cascaded down her back. She had almond-shaped eyes that were an intense shade of brown. She wore a dark blue, long-sleeved dress with lacy white ruffles accenting the skirt and the sleeves. A lock brooch rested at the center of the dress, around the chest area. She rested in her chair, intensely thinking about what to do next, until…

“BOSS!” a guard duo alerted the woman They were both armed with spears, whose tips resembled that of fountain pens..

Her attention immediately shot to the woman. She turned to them and caused one of the guards to flinch. She simply responded, “Yes?”

The guards were weak-looking, ephemeral things (hence their name, Ephemees ), that could be easily be replaced if they were injured or killed. They looked like a simple drawing that a middle-schooler would doodle at the side of their notebook to remember something.

The first, more mature guard, had long, well-kept hair that was the same grayish color as his body. He stood up straight to face his elvish boss, ready to accept any command she gave, even if it was at the cost of his short life. For now, we’ll call him Tidy.

The second guard, the one who flinched, had short, puffy hair that was a beige-like color, similar to his body. Unlike his friend Tidy, he was in a panic-stricken pose, hanging onto his spear for dear life. We’ll call this one Puffy.

Tidy asked, “What should we do about the child? She’s starting to resist!”

Puffy added, “Yeah, and we already lost Thready to that thing!”

All it took was one kick in the face, and Thready was killed, much to the two Ephemees despair.

“Take me to the girl; it’s about time we have ourselves a little chat,” the woman commanded as she got up from the comfort of her throne.

“YES MA’AM!” The guards obeyed as they readied their spears, with Tidy accidentally bringing his spear a bit too close to Puffy.

Eyeing the spear’s point, Puffy whispered, “Please point that away from me...you know that I’m not built to last…”

“Sorry, I wanted to seem tough for the boss,” Tidy responded as he slowly put his spear down.

“Now that Thread’s dead, what should we do about him?” Puffy asked as they made their way to the stairs. The stairs had a door that, according to their boss, led to a simple cupboard.

“Don’t worry, we’ll have a funeral,” Tidy assured him as they started to scale the stairs.

“Really?”

“Really. If the Boss doesn’t care enough to give him a funeral, we’ll give him one ourselves.”

Although the elf was meant to be following them to the cell, her speed was no match for them. Within only a few seconds, she was yards away from them. It didn’t make matters better that she was able to levitate a few feet off the ground. She held onto a railing as she practically flew up the stairs, making the paintings over the stairs blur by. The elf was already in front of the cell by the time Tidy and Puffy stumbled to the top of the stairs.

The elf stood in front of ten jail cells with the fourth one being occupied. The spaces between the thick metal bars were way too small for anyone, regardless of size, to slip through. The wall and flooring of each cell were dull in color, in comparison to the rest of the building. There was a toilet on the corner of each cell, with the bare minimum of privacy.

The elf held her hand out towards the cell, and a key materialized from thin air. She pointed the key at the bar, and a keyhole formed. She slid the key into its hole, causing the door to open. Walking into the cell, she finds the girl that she held captive, struggling to break free from the chains. When she finds the elf woman staring at her, she freezes, her eyes widening in fear,

“I’ve been wanting to speak with you for a while, Nori Atlas.” the woman tells her.

Nori had choppy, dark-brown hair, which faded into a violet hue. She wore a puffy white long-sleeved shirt, which bore various cuts, both stylistic and born from struggle. These cuts revealed the black, long-sleeved shirt that she wore underneath. She wore a set of blue shorts, which bore attention to the mismatched socks that she chose, and the worn-down gray sneakers.

A half-finished food tray laid at the side of the cell, near the dead body of Thready. Tidy and Puffy ran to him, and it finally sunk in. He was truly dead; there was no hope for him.

“Why...why did you bring me here? Where’s Nova?” Nori asked as pulled at the chains.

“Nova…” the woman thought out loud, almost as if she remembered a distant memory. “That sister of yours will arrive here shortly.”

“That’s great and all, but why am I here?”

“It’s simple, young Nori...you’re here to serve as bait to lure your sister in. Once she finds you here, all I need are a couple more recruits, and then I’ll finally be able to get everything started!”

“Bait? Recruits? Now you have a plan?” Nori asked, growing more and more confused, and ignoring the fact that the woman’s patience is reaching its end.

“For now, it’s best that we leave things to the imagination, young Nori.” the woman concluded, ending the conversation once and for all.

She gestured for Puffy and Tidy to follow her, and they did, but not before carrying Thready with them on their backs. After walking out of the cell, the woman manifested a key and locked the door the same way that she opened it.

Once the woman and her guards were out of view, Nori desperately thought, “Please, Nova, get here as fast as you can...I can’t live like this any longer…”

I shot up from my bed, shouting, “NORI!” as I clutched my bedsheets.

From the next room, I heard my younger sister’s tired mumbles, telling me to go back to sleep, and that I nearly gave her a heart attack.

That’s good. I sighed in relief. Nori was still with me, and it’s not like that weird dream with the weird elf lady and the weird ephemeral things were supposed to predict my future. Right?

Dear reader, you’ll get to see how wrong I was.

My name is Nova Atlas, and this is the story of how I got myself into this mess and saved the universe in the progress.

OMAKE:

Welcome to the Realm Traveler's Field Guide, where you learn about everyone and everything in the Realms!

Ephemee- Ephemees typically had hair and/or hair accessories that matched the color of their body. They have long, elliptical eyes, each with a simple black pupil. Since they have no visible private parts, there’s no need for them to cover their trapezoidal bodies. Ephemees have long, easily bendable arms, and have oval nubbies for hands. They’re often named after their most defining quality; in the case of these guards, they’re named Tidy and Puffy, thanks to the shape of their hair. Ephemees are extremely vulnerable and die easily. That's how they got their name, for they are all ephemeral. However, with proper training, it's possible for ephemees to live for long periods of time.

#it'll be a long time before you see chapter two #i lost the draft for it #now i have to rewrite it #nova atlas has adhd #nova atlas is autistic #multiverse #realm hopping #adhd #platonic relationships #oc: nova atlas #omake #original character #oc #ephemeral #ephemees

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Dungeons & Dragons (Roleplaying Game), Dungeons & Dragons - All Media Types, Original Work, The Dice Chronicles Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Original Aasimar Character(s) & Original Tiefling Character(s) Characters: Original Tiefling Character(s), Original Drow Character(s), Original Aasimar Character(s), Makeria Emdride, Zialoth Vardennael, Original Male Character(s), Original Female Character(s) Additional Tags: Heist, Tiefling Biology (Dungeons & Dragons), Harassment, Male-Female Friendship, rogue - Freeform, Paladin, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Childhood Friends, Childhood Trauma, trap, Booby trap, Breaking and Entering, Warlock - Freeform, Daddy Issues Series: Part 2 of The Dice Chronicles Summary:

A Paladin recruits a Rogue to help him sneak into a heavily guarded building. They learn more about each other and fall into various traps while doing so.

"It's all clear, let's go!" a Tiefling in a green cloak whispered to her armor-clad Drow companion.

She grabbed his hand and took him through the entrance. The hall which they entered into was long and vast. It was dimly lit, which was fine since they could still see like normal. The paint job of the walls was mediocre; one could see the dark gray paint peeling off. The floor was tiled, which made the Tiefling suspect that stepping on one of them could signal a trap. This is why she brought along a scimitar; even though she wasn't that good at the weapon, she could tap it in front of her to signal any possible traps. If there was a trap, she could get out of the way, and drag her Drow companion with her. She taps each tile with her scimitar, with the Drow following close behind. Her footsteps were quick and barely touched the ground. She made every effort to avoid alerting anyone of her presence, but her companion wasn't doing the same. He was lagging behind, the clanking of his heavy armor bouncing all over the hallway.

"Zialoth," the Tiefling hissed as she quickly turned to her companion. "Be careful! We've already come close to falling into four traps!"

Zialoth seemed rather laid-back, disregarding the fact that his negligence in the mission may cost him and the Tiefling's lives. He was eerily calm about this. His pace increased, following the Tiefling's steps, and going on the areas that she deemed safe.

"That's why I brought you, Maki, er...Makeria" he calmly responded as he followed behind. He spread his hands out and gestured to the entire hall. "Without you, how was I supposed to get through this whole place without blowing up?"

Makeria could taste the sarcasm in his voice. He was trying to make light of a serious moment, much to her annoyance. When she first met him, they butted heads; he accidentally pulled off her green hood, revealing her ram-like horns, lavender skin, and purple hair. He said to her in embarrassment, "You have nothing to hide."

Says the Drow walking out in the open. He waltzed off, and she got attacked by a bunch of angry shopkeepers. Hey, at least she got a free barrel of rapiers out of it.

She later met the Drow again, who apologized to her for his insensitivity and started hanging out with her. It has been a few weeks since the encounter, and he asked her to come with him on a mission, claiming that he needed her stealth to get past. Well, here they are.

"Aren't you scared of getting caught?" she asked as she walked more slowly, tapping each tile with her scimitar. "If you get caught, then people would come to get you and my...er...your, family."

Zialoth caught her slipup; she must have loved her family dearly, and losing them must have been painful on her. He, too, lost his family, but not in the way that Makeria did. He had been the product of a failed relationship between a Drow man and an Aasimar woman. He had been infused with his parents' powers. She was so quick to leave the relationship once her own family disapproved. She didn't try to fight back; she didn't insist that it was true love. This made his father furious. Zialoth was a little boy back then but could remember the details like it was just yesterday. A while after the two broke up, his father saw his mother with another man. Furious, he unleashed a curse on her, her family, and Zialoth. Their wings darkened to an inky black, their halos of light became halos of ink, and they were unable to form meaningful relationships with other people without causing them to get sick. He abandoned his son then and there, for he reminded him too much of the time he loved and lost.

"I mean, I'm just as scared as you are, look at you!"

"I'm not scared, though..."

He looked down at her legs, and gently told her, "Maki, your tails are wrapped around your legs."

Makeria looked down at her legs and noticed that he was right. Her two tails were constricting her legs, giving them a tight, painful feeling. She took some deep breaths, and her tails unwound themselves. Hey, at least they didn't touch anything while they were tied around her.

"You Tielfings are pretty strange," Zialoth mumbled as he followed close behind. He was still gazing upon her twin tails, which matched the color of her hair, were thick, and hairlike.

"It's no different from Elves, you know," Makeria responded while still tapping on each tile. "We have various blood from the Devils and Demons we descended from, which manifests in different ways. In my case, it gave me ram-like horns, these tails, some purple skin and hair, and fangs. In someone else's case, it can come in the form of goat legs, wings, or extra digits. It's strange, really. Also, please stop staring there, it's creepy."

Zialoth immediately looked away from her tails, which seemed to move around with her emotions. They coiled around her legs again.

"One more question," Zialoth began as she turned to him. "What was your family like?" Makeria was caught off-guard by this question. She uneasily turned back towards the tiles and continued tapping.

From the corner of his eye, Zialoth saw her step onto a tile that she didn't tap. "Maki, watch out!" Zialoth shouted as Makeria accidentally stepped on a tile which she forgot to check.

As she stepped on the tile, sentient plant life erupted from four corners, threatening to restrain her and Zialoth. As the plant's vines approached him, she sliced at the vines using her scimitar, shoving him away in the process. This led him to accidentally activate more traps. Hidden compartments made their presence known, shooting out various logs at them. To Zialoth, these logs were merely like getting flicked. But Makeria didn't have that luxury. As the logs bounced against him, she ducked logs that flew overhead, dodged logs that flew past her, and jumped on logs that shot out below her. Right when she thought that all of the logs were gone, a rogue one flew towards her face; she caught it just in time and stuffed it into her knapsack.

Zialoth could see her wipe sweat from her face as she continues tapping, almost as if she didn't fall into the trap. She was noticeably quicker; he could see her quickly tap the ground with her scimitar, look around, and then continue along. After nearly dying to plants and logs, the two didn't talk for the rest of the heist. Makeria was rather reserved, so she welcomed the silence with open arms.

At long last, they finally made it to the other side, to a large door. As she dug for some thieves ' tools, Zialoth tried detecting if the door was magical in any way. Oddly enough, the door was just a normal door, but it was locked. For now, all he did was watch as Makeria nimbly move her tools in order for the door to open. As the door opened, the two found a single treasure chest. Makeria apprehensively tapped the chest with her scimitar, and it didn't budge. It's a good thing that it wasn't a Mimic. She did the same thing that she did with the door; she picked at the lock with her tools until she managed to get it to open.

As the chest opened, Makeria waited for various treasures to be revealed.

With these treasures, I won't have to worry about stealing from others ever again! Makeria thought to herself as she gazed at the box wistfully. She then caught herself, Wait a minute, Zialoth should have some of the treasure too, since he was the one who wanted it. Or I should probably give some of it to the nearest temple, or...

However, it opened to reveal an old photo of a Drow man, to who Zialoth bears a strong resemblance. Next to him was an elegant woman, with radiant energy that even showed in the photo. In her arms, was a small baby boy. Everyone in the photo had a smiling face, without a care in the world. The box contained two feathers, pressed into bookmarks: a white feather, and a black feather, with tar-like liquid oozing out of it. There was also a fading purple journal with yellowing pages, with the initials: OV. There was a worn-out letter with a purple wax seal, bearing the letter "V."

Finally, was a page that seemed to be torn out from a spellbook. Neither of the two could make out what it was saying, for both of them were barred from casting such a potent spell. Zialoth quickly snatched the page before Makeria could see it. While holding the torn page in his hand, he made out an image of someone in their Aasimar form screaming in despair as their pure white wings become black, and their formerly radiant halo becoming one of dripping tar. In more of the pictures, the same Aasimar could be seen emitting an ominous aura, causing people to shun them. Zialoth quickly took out the contents and stuffed them in his pockets, but held the torn page and the diary in his hands.

He turned to his companion, and whispered, "Thanks for helping me get here; I really needed this."

Makeria looked at him in confusion; she didn't understand why they came all this way for some feathers, a photo, some forbidden text, and a journal. Before she could think more about it or respond, she heard a wall shift behind her. She and Zialoth turned around, and saw a middle-aged Drow man, with a scepter in his hands. He wore black robes, with accents of gold and purple.

As he aimed his scepter at them, Zialoth whispered, "Dad...?" The man was unmoved at Zialoth's call; his face didn't soften; the proclamation only made him angrier. He raised his right hand in the air, and various debris flew to him and ignited, forming a flaming ball.

As he got ready to send the fireball down, Makeria grabbed Zialoth's hand, and shouted, "RUN!"

The two bolted out of the forbidden room as the sorcerer sent the fireball after them. At this point, they had no time to worry about being stealthy; they're gonna die if they slow down! Makeria was basically dragging Zialoth at this point, he was at the mercy of her hand, and he couldn't let go if he wanted to escape his father's wrath. They activated many trap-rigged tiles, causing plants, spikes, and hostile creatures to rain down on them. These creatures continued chasing them. As Makeria hurriedly dragged him, he took out one of his javelins and tried jabbing at the hostile creatures giving chase to them. At long last, they made it out of the corridor, slamming it closed in the process. The creatures stopped chasing them at the closed door; they sat there patiently and waited for more intruders, but at long last, they gave up, and went back to their designated spots, as the sorcerer gazed at them, and shook his head in disapproval.

In Elvish, he muttered to himself, "A son? I don't recall having one..."

Meanwhile, as Makeria and Zialoth slammed the door, they continued running, almost as if the monsters were still after them. They stopped running when Zialoth looked behind and saw that they were back outside. He let go of her hand and gazed at the torn page and the diary. Realizing what he has just done, he shouted in victory. His enthusiasm was contagious; as he cheered and did a little victory dance, Makeria did so as well.

"We did it!" Zialoth cheered as he pumped his fists in the air. "We pulled our first heist!"

"HOORAY!" The two cheered and walloped without a care in the world. They ran across the road, releasing any happiness that they saved up.

Some townsfolk walked past them and murmured in concern. "What makes the devil child and Lolth's spawn so happy today?" a human whispered to their companion. "Have they staged a crime, perhaps?"

It was then, they stopped cheering. As Zialoth stuffed the page and the diary into his pockets, Makeria asked, "By the way, what's so special about those things?"

"Uh...family stuff," Zialoth responded as his adrenaline wore off. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other and looked off to the side. Now that he got some intel about his past, he should probably get home soon in order to investigate further. He sped walked around a corner, and exclaimed, "Well, I have to get back home, so see you around!"

"Bye!"

As Zialoth briskly walked away, Makeria watched as he did so. Because of her background, her shyness, and her heritage, she's been unable to make many friends as a result. But as Zialoth walked home, she thought that she could have hope. Maybe she could make her first friend.

I hope that this isn't the last time that I see him, Makeria thought to herself as she fixed up her green cloak. He's a pretty nice guy...what made him think hanging out with me was a good idea? I bring nothing but trouble!

Meanwhile, as Zialoth bolted into a small room, closing the door behind him, he scattered his treasures onto a small desk. Before he thought of looking through them some more, he thought of the Tiefling who helped him get them. She seemed nice enough, rather quiet, but she's still nice.

How was she able to get past me? he wondered to himself as he gazed at the two feathers, My curse usually causes people to avoid me like the plague...what did she see in me?

Well, whatever it was, they'll both know that they won't be seeing the last of each other.

#aasimar #tielfing #drow #harassment #childhood friends #trap #breaking and entering #dungeons and dragons #dnd #d&d

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Dungeons & Dragons (Roleplaying Game), Dungeons & Dragons - All Media Types, Original Work, The Dice Chronicles Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Original Aarakocra Character(s) & Original Kenku Character(s), Original Halfling Character(s) & Original Kenku Character(s) Characters: Original Kenku Character(s), Original Halfling Character(s), Original Aarakocra Character(s), Nikola Breaker, Ranin Riverdream, Saleek Longwing Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Coffee Shops & Caf��s, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Gross, Crop Milk, Gross TW, Platonic Female/Male Relationships, Platonic Relationships, Animal Crossing References, Alternate Universe - College/University, College, Alternate Universe - Modern with Magic, Modern Era, Crack Series: Part 1 of The Dice Chronicles Summary:

A Halfling who just pulled an all-nighter stumbles into a coffee shop for a drink, only to have his drink spiked with something gross. Little did he know, that was the only thing available. (Don't worry, it isn't as bad as you think!)

A Halfling college student stumbles into a coffee shop, holding a large stack of books that someone his size has no business of carrying without encumbering themself. A Kenku can be seen counting the cash in the cash register, recording the number of goods the shop has in stock, along with other things. She notices the student stumble in with his books. Before she asked if he needed any help, he plunked the books onto a table, sighing in relief while doing so. Because the books were out of the way, she could make out who he was. He's a Halfling, with fairly dark skin and puffy, dark brown hair, tied into a loose ponytail. He has four-leaf clover markings on his cheeks. He's growing a light mustache, but it's a sad excuse of one. He's wearing a dark-green long-sleeved shirt with light green accents. Over the shirt, he wears a light green vest, with cream accents. He's wearing puffy khakis and some brown sneakers. He has a blank look on his face. The Kenku greeted him with the lines that her boss told her to say, in their voice, "Hello, what can I get for you today?" The Halfling raised his eyebrows in alarm at the Kenku's voice, but he decided not to question it further. He responded, "I'd like a medium cafe espresso frappuccino, with extra milk." The Kenku scribbled the order down onto a notepad, muttering the order over and over again, in the same tired voice that the Halfling spoke in when he made his order. "To confirm, your order is," the Kenku began before speaking the Halfling's order in his voice, "a medium cafe espresso frappuccino, with extra milk. What is the name you would like us to call you by?" The Halfling looked around the coffee shop; all of the tables were empty, and he seemed to be the only customer. He didn't see the point in giving his name. But to be polite, he gave it anyway, "Name's Ranin Riverdream." The Kenku spoke in many fragments of Ranin's voice, her boss' voice, her coworkers' voices, and some other voices, as she responded, "All right, Ranin, sit tight, and we'll get your order ready for you. I'm Nikola, and I'll make your order!" Ranin sat at the table where he placed his books and stood on his chair to take the highest book from the stack. As he reached for the top stack, his chest slightly knocked into the stack, which caused the stack to wobble. Ranin quickly stopped the stack with his hand and sat back down. Ranin is majoring in creative writing, so he wishes to gain insight into his stories by reading all of these books. He opens up the book in his hand and begins to read. He had a hard time keeping his eyes open; they fluttered as he tried to read. He wiped his eyes and kept reading. He really needs that coffee. Before walking into the kitchen, Nikola looks over her shoulder, and asks, "Are you allergic to anything?" "Nope." Nikola walks into the kitchen, in order to prepare Ranin's order. She's lucky that he's the only customer at the moment; she's the only worker in the shop! While she brews some expresso, she gets out a medium-sized cup and fills it with ice. She takes out a sticker with Ranin's order and sticks it to the cup. Once the espresso is ready, she pours a shot of it into Ranin's drink. The espresso makes a slight hissing sound as it melts some of the ice in the drink. She then goes into the refrigerator to get some milk, only to find out that all of the milk is gone! She checks the back of the shop and finds that there's no more milk. She looks for vegan alternatives and finds out that their stock is empty. She thinks back to the day before, where the store was experiencing its rush hour; they used up all of the milk, and no one remembered to get more! She peeked out of the kitchen, and realized that more customers were walking into the shop; she didn't have anything that she could give them right away! It was then, she got an idea, a gross one at that. She thought back to the days when she was a baby chick, and money was tight. On particularly bad days, her mom would eat some food, and regurgitate it into her beak. It's what humans call crop milk. She was able to stomach it, but she doesn't think that Ranin would take it that well. Oh well, it was worth a shot (Please don't try this at your own workplace). She dug into her apron and got a packet of salted sunflower seeds. She ate all of the seeds and washed her feathery hands afterward. At last, she looked up at the ceiling, she made a lurching noise and guzzled out a sticky white substance, which still had remains of sunflower seeds. She quickly stirred the drink and finished it off with some frappuccino syrup to cover up any questionable taste. She put the lid onto the cup and practically ran out of the kitchen (Again, don't try this). She then shouted, alarming all of the customers, "Ranin Riverdream, your order is ready!" Ranin wiped his eyes and trudged over to the barista. He received his drink and gave his payment. He then walked over to his seat and slurped the contents. From the looks of it, he didn't seem to notice the crop milk substitution. Nikola wanted to see his reaction to the drink, but her next customer was trying to get her attention. Her coworker and lifelong friend then walked in, a tall, toucan-like Aarakocra named Saleek. "Sorry I'm late!" he apologized as he nudged into Nikola's spot, and handed her a grocery bag filled with dairy products. "You can take care of the orders now! I hope that it wasn't too stressful for you!" "Ah, it's fine," Nikola responded as she headed into the kitchen, occupied with the bags of milk. As she put the milk into the fridge, she caught a slightly opened cupboard at the corner of her eye. She opened up the cupboard, and she found a whole box of powdered milk. D*mmit, she could've used that instead. Meanwhile, Ranin was drinking his cup while reading his book. He put his book down when he noticed something strange...his drink tastes...kinda lumpy; he could also taste a hint of salted sunflower seeds. The drink also smelt kinda strange; it wasn't a bad smell, but he couldn't make out where it was coming from. He figured it was best not to question it; after all, he was feeling more energized after the drink. It became even more confusing when he looked at the bottom of the cup and found that sunflower seeds had sunken to the bottom. He didn't recall ordering seeds and assumed that the cafe was trying out some bizarre vegan milk substitute thingy. He threw his cup out, left ten copper pieces in the tip box, and hoisted up his books. He teetered out of the understaffed coffee shop, not thinking much about what was added to his drink.

"I am never doing that again," Nikola thought to herself as she slumped on the counter.

#aarakocra #kenku #halfling #crop milk #brewster #coffee shop au #but everything goes wrong #dnd #d&d

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