Please note, this series is in no way related to WoM, AO, or AA. It is a series about a dnd campaign that I’m playing, this series will serve as: a way to hone my writing skill, a way to remember what happened in previous sessions, and a way for you guys to follow along with the story if you want to. Please also note that although there is a character named Jason in the series, they are NOT a pedophile. Thank you and have a nice read.
Caravan, 2 weeks after leaving the city of Waterdeep
Jason gazed into the flames of the campfire. He tried to ignore the loud snores of his orcish companion, it hadn’t been easy convincing the caravan to let them travel along when his travel buddy was an orc. It also probably didn’t help that Jason kept his cowl concealing the top half of his head, he did this to hide his… Unique heritage.
Having this heritage wasn’t easy, forces of evil and chaos tend to hunt you down relentlessly. Especially if you’re a warlock that answers to a celestial power. Jason had spent his life constantly looking over his shoulder since he was a child. Both because his heritage painted a target on his back, and because he grew up on the streets.
But he was never alone during these times, he always had his brothers. James and Jayke. They would always be creating elaborate plans to steal coin and food from rich merchants and nobles. Jason smiled as he remembered a particularly funny heist in which James had “accidently” spilled a cask full of red wine on a noble’s custom tailored white dueling doublet. Boy, the look on that rich bastard’s face was priceless!
Jason’s musings were suddenly interrupted by the voice of his patron, “Be wary, child of the stars. Forces of chaos approach. You must not die here!”
“Shit, RONT! GET UP!” Jason barked as he nudged the sleeping orc with his boot.
“Muh?” The hulking man muttered as he got up, “What going on?”
“Valandras said that something bad is coming this way, we need to warn the rest of the-”
Screams rang out near the front of the caravan as warriors in strange looking stone armour started attacking the people of the caravan. Jason fired a blast of radiant energy at one of the raiders. They winced as the bolt of light hit them in the arm, but failed to do any significant damage.
“Damn, still too weak.” Jason muttered, “Well, here goes nothing. GUIDING BOLT!”
a large beam of light shot out of Jason’s hand and vapourized one of the raiders as Ront cleaved another one in half with his bastard sword. Unfortunately, their attacks had drawn the attention of more raiders. Ront roared as he was hit by a couple of raiders that started focusing on them.
Jason grabbed his quarterstaff from his back and parried a blow from a raider that tried to sneak up behind him.
“Who the hell are you?!” Jason asked as he swung his staff.
“DIE!” was the only answer as the raider swung their scimitar at Jason
Jason sidestepped the attack and fired a radiant blast at the raider, burning them severely and causing them to stumble. He heard movement behind him, but was too slow in turning around. He felt a huge impact against the back of his head, and everything went dark.
An unknown amount of time later
“Urg… Wake up, puny human.”
Jason opened his eyes to see Ront healing him using lay on hands, an ability that the orc had acquired after being sworn in as a paladin.
Ront was covered in wounds. He had likely taken the brunt of the assault when the raiders attacked. Jason healed him using his own abilities. Ront sighed in relief as most of his wounds closed.
“What happened?” Jason asked, trying to remember what happened after he blasted the raider.
“Shiny lady told Ront to pick you up and run far away.” Ront explained in his usual gruff voice. “Caravan on fire. Not many survive. Ront sad.”
“Shit…” Jason choked up as he thought about all of the lives that must’ve been lost in the attack. “I’ll get those bastards… I’ll get them if it’s the last thing I do!”
“Ront will help!” Ront said as he flashed Jason a toothy grin.
Two months later
Kari stumbled into the forest. She could hear them coming for her, the chants and footsteps of the cult were all too familiar to her ears.
“Find them!” a priestess called out, “That traitor must not leave here alive!”
Kari ran, holding her side as the arrow wound made itself known. If she was going to get out of here alive, she needed a good place to hide.
Although… maybe she didn’t need to hide. Maybe she just needed to distract them. Kari conjured a small flame in her hand and hurled it as far away as she could. When the flame landed, it ignited a bed of moss and soon created a bonfire in the forest, that oughta draw most of the cult away from her.
Elizebeth sighed as she adjusted her bulky armour and large shield. Being a noble sucked, you always had to do loads of paperwork and never had any time to go on an adventure! Sometimes, she wished that she could just push her title of heir to the house onto someone else. Or maybe-
Elizebeth was shaken out of her thoughts when a red-skinned and orange-haired woman came out of nowhere and ran straight into her.
“GAH!” she shouted as they both crashed to the ground.
“Uh, I’m so sorry!” Kari quickly apologized, “But you need to get out of here! They’re right behind-”
“Here she is!” One of the two cultists that spotted her shouted.
Elizebeth stepped between Kari and the cultists, “Who are you?” she asked, “and why are you hunting this poor girl?”
One of the cultists snarled, “None of your business, worm! Now hand the girl over and we might not hurt yo- AGH!!!”
Elizebeth lashed out with her weapon and severed the man’s hand from his arm, before cutting him in half. Kari threw a small flame at the other one, burning them a little. Elizebeth blocked the remaining cultist’s blow with her shield before stabbing them through the heart.
“How rude.” Elizebeth remarked as she wiped the blood off of her blade and sheathed it, “Are you okay?”
“Y-yes thank you.” Kari said, still shaken up from the encounter, “but there’s probably more of them on the way, you need to run!”
“Damn, more huh? C’mon, I know a place we can go!” Elizebeth said as she grabbed Kari’s arm and led her away from the scene.
Red Larch, The Swinging Sword, One hour later.
Elizebeth sat down at her favourite table in the tavern. It was right next to the fireplace and the window. She gestured for Kari to take a seat while she ordered food and drink for the both of them.
“Urg… Ront hungry…” Ront said as he and Jason walked along the main street of Red Larch.
“I know, big guy. We have just enough money for a meal and a room at the inn, so we’ll need to find some freelance work tomorrow… Not sure if the locals will have anything for us, but we can still try. After we get some gold, we can start looking for clues.” Jason said, wishing only for a good dinner and somewhere to rest.
Red Larch was a small village that served as a rest stop for the various caravans that frequently passed it. Jason had spent the last two months piling together notes about the mysterious group of raiders they had encountered awhile back. All of those clues led the duo here to Red Larch.
“Hey, what’s this?” Jason reached down and picked up what appeared to be a map of some sort. “Looks like a map detailing Red Larch… Seems there’s a fairly reputable tavern near here called the Swinging Sword. Lets go there.”
“FOOD!” Ront bellowed in agreement.
“So those guys were part of an elemental cult? Damn, that’s rough…” Elizebeth said just as their food arrived. “So how did you-”
Elizebeth’s gaze suddenly snapped towards the entrance where an orc and a hooded man stood. They walked over to her table.
“Can we sit here?” the man asked, “Ront here won’t cause any trouble, I can vouch for him.”
Elizebeth shrugged, “Why not?”
The man smiled “Thank you. My name is Jason, by the way.”
“Isn’t it common practice to lower your cowl when you’re meeting someone?” Kari asked.
Jason frowned. He then leaned over to Ront and whispered something in the orc’s ear. Ront then closed his eyes as if concentrating on something.
“Ront not feel any undead or demons.” The orc said.
“Alright.” Jason said, turning towards Kari and Elizebeth, he added: “You cannot tell anyone that you’ve seen someone matching my description, got it?”
Jason lowered his cowl. He had piercing yellow eyes that seemed to almost glow when you looked at them the right way, his hair was snow-white even though his general demeanor and complexion suggested that he was no older than 19. He also had tatoos depicting angels slaughtering demons running down both of his arms.
“What are you?” Kari asked without thinking.
Jason sighed. “I am an aasimar. A ‘blessed’ race. Though, if you could see how many people hunt me down because of my celestial gifts… You wouldn’t agree with that title.”
And so begins another story…
The Party
Jason Yuno
Race: Aasimar
Class: Warlock (Celestial) Lvl 1
General appearance: Slight build with a little bit of muscle. His eyes and hair sets him apart from any crowd (not a good thing).
Build: Nuker/Healer/Melee (We’ll see how he does later on in the campaign).
Ront the mighty
Race: Orc
Class: Paladin Lvl 1
General Appearance: Ront is huge. Easily stronger than most orcs and dumber than a box of rocks. He takes baths though, which makes him more socially acceptable than most of his people.
Build: Tank
Kari
Race: Genasi (fire)
Class: Druid Lvl 1
General Appearance: Kari has reddish skin and black hair with red roots. She can also throw fire.
Build: Nuker
Elizebeth
Race: Human
Class: Fighter Lvl 1
General Appearance: Elizebeth is not imposing at all, but has a lot of hidden strength and can take a hit almost as well as Ront can.
Build: Melee