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A Dragon’s Waltz

I will be posting again on this page of me and my friends DnD adventures, as I am the DM. I hope you guys enjoy this but know that we change most of the outline of our adventure because there is NO way I could keep these guys on track. I will also be continuing the story I have started previously (that is not DND related).

Chapter One

Within the high mountains of Hana, there lay a city named Nova Sanguinem. For its terrain, it is a bustling town that is home to a diverse array of humanoid creatures of all classes. The main source of revenue is its trade and export of iron works and valuable gems mined from the hillsides. Ruled by a viscous queen whom is never seen outside her gem encrusted palace that is carved into the mountainside. It is a city of trade and leisure for both its citizens and travelers who wonder in.

Most travelers find themselves within the city’s brothel, a lavish building that is draped with hues of golden and purple suede curtains. Fairy lights strung throughout the building, provide a dim eerie light, while heavy blankets of incense burned to create a thick fog, forcing your sense of touch and taste to take over. A lone tiefling was found in the brothel, tending to her devilish desires of elven women. EXPLAIN WHAT GRACIE LOOKS LIKE. Across from her a gruff dragonborn male EXPLAIN WHAT CARLOS LOOKS LIKE saunters by making finger guns at all the ladies with long legs. This being a well run establishment all of its employees were able to turned down his offer of payment. Thus forcing him to walk over to a bar until a gnome named Gnomeo sat across from him giving him the Sansa eyes. The tiefling then noticed a gold Dragonborn EXPLAIN WHAT ANGELA LOOKS LIKE laughing at his endeavors. She was surrounded by human males who were enamoured by her massive...biceps. While a BLANK, NATALIE INTRODUCES HERSELF, spots the rejected male at the bar and walks over to console him.

With skin blacker than night, a female elf covered in gold paint laid generously in swirling patterns that accented her curves, saunters away from Father. Her dark violet eyes, in disgust, pierce a half-elf in the midst of being pickpocketed by the five beautiful creatures that surround him, DONOVAN INTRODUCES HIMSELF.

A human then exits one of the private rooms looking quite satisfied with himself. TOM INTRODUCES HIMSELF

IMPROVISE

Ragar is there to take them into the back room where Lysandra is

Makes an offer of the Queen to give them each 1500 GP each and the opportunity to be heroes on her payroll

To collect artifacts of her family that have been stolen by a green-haired human who covets rare items to sell to the highest bidder

Beware of the League of sorcerers whom she trained with as a child

To test their worth they must venture to the Anima Perduta to find and dump a sarcophagus into the Trench of Tanner, retrieve the Periapt of Health, and any other valuable items they come across

It looks like a thick gold chain that has a bone carved in the shape of a fist holding a golden loop that has a ruby in the shape of a heart, then on both sides of the heart is a sad/happy face

IMPROVISE

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Chapter Release

Hey you guys! Thank you so much for being interested in my story. It is move in week in college so I will begin posting a revised first chapter along with the second chapter next Thursday. Thursday will be the day I post each week and I would love your comments and critiques on how to improve my story. The title may change obviously because I haven’t reached the end yet but I am so excited to share this with you!

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I'm still in the edits but I'm trying to be more consistent

Hey! I feel like I don’t follow enough people, so could you reblog this if you’re a writeblr, please? Any genre, but especially if you have WIPs that are:

Urban fantasy

Mythology based 

LGBT inclusive

Thank you!

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The Devil’s Daughter Chapter 1

This is the first chapter of the book that I am writing. I am finally getting serious and I would love everyone’s input. I hope to post sections once a week and I REALLY hope you guys enjoy the story. If you love adventure, magic, and badass characters, please READ ON.

Another kid came barreling towards her, his sword raised above his head. It only took one step to the side and a flick of her wrist to decapitate him. She could have sworn he smiled when he knew he had missed his mark. She knew that kid smiled. That’s just the thing though, they were kids, bound to a life of slavery by the blood that flows through their veins and it infuriated her every time she saw the smug look on their masters’ faces.

“One more fight Nyla,” her own stepmother master, Lady Havilan purred watching from her personal booth, “Our...investors are itching for more.” Her smile was sweetly sickening, she enjoyed Nyla’s fights more than anyone.

She looked up and her bones ached as she shivered from the crisp winter wind wishing to be warmed by the sun she never got to see. These battles were illegal and were only fought at night as if it hid the monsters the Noble’s tried to lock away in their closets. Nyla swore Lady Havilan would taste her blade as she marched over to meet her next opponent. She was small, no older than 9, and her fighting leathers smothered her tiny frame. This would be no fight, just a lamb sent for the slaughter. The loud crack of a whip rang to begin the next round and she took another step forward. All the girl did was stare, her brown eyes so big and consumed with fear. Nyla knew she looked horrifying, her face smeared with blood and a sword still soaked in her last opponent's blood. Yes, whoever put her in here would burn in hell. Another person Nyla vowed to kill.

Ale splashed on the dirt and snapped Nyla out of her rage. “C’mon girl, gut her! Kill ‘er slow!” A man wailed from the stands receiving a roar of support from the crowd.

“Now, now boys, she is just savoring her last kill. We don’t who her father was or his cast so you never really know lurks inside.” Lady Havilan had cooed. Every syllable from her pretty mouth was a threat, a threat that if Nyla didn’t kill this girl slowly, she would face the consequences no matter how many times she won today. Nyla dropped her sickle and closed the gap between her and the doe eyed girl. She flinched as Nyla opened her arms to hug her. When her arms settled around Nyla’s waist a crack was heard and the little girl dropped to the ground. Hidden, away from the crowd. Nyla would give them no blood, no screams of anguish. Not with her. She did not care, so close to her eighteenth birthday, her mandatory conscription would free Nyla from this hell hole. When She looked up, Lady Lynn’s composer was that of a well trained aristocrat, but her eyes were like daggers slowly splitting her apart.

I hope you enjoyed it!