AN: This came as an idea between me and a friend. This is the result of our combined madness. At a later date I will be uploading a new beginning chapter to explain the different Characters. And be warned when we can't get to an agreement on an action we roll the dice. You have been warned and enjoy the craziness.
Explanation of Gilbert: DnD Character from a suspended Campaign, used as an OC.
Gilbert's crimson eyes opened groggily at the pounding on his door. He sighed outwardly and straightened the clothes he had slept in before opening the door.
"Summons from Master Howl" The messenger said before turning and walking off. Gilbert watched him for a moment before slipping back into his living area. He stepped into his bedroom and changed into his everyday outfit, his soft soled boots, loose brown pants and a grey tank top. He took a quick look at himself in the mirror to comb out his shoulder length silver-white hair, and left promptly after. He stepped into the dark center mechanical staircase of the ever tall tower, which he calls home.
"Howl's Floor please" he told the magically controlled mechanisms, which upon receiving the order it lifted him at great speed up to the near top of the tower, were the deep purr of a Dire Tiger rumbled deep in the albino's mind. He stepped up to the grandly carved solid wood doors, and knocked before they were opened.
"I have a task for you Gil." Howl started, the red eyed man stood in relaxed attention as he continued "Here is the information you need, and this time please do tell Ven, that you are leaving. He was irritated when you did not show for training." Gilbert nodded, a little irked by the use of the nickname, and turned to leave with the file in his hand. "You'll be gone for at least a week if not longer. Make sure to take your claws. You're on your own this time" Gilbert blinked at the comment of going alone. He had never gone on a mission without his obnoxious twin brother, or the tinkering Hiram. Alone, that sounded really nice, just him and his companion Grisil.
"I will do what I need to do. I will head out by noon." Gilbert replied with a soft chuckle. "The money from this job is mine right?" Howl nodded, to which Gilbert smiled. Waving over his shoulder he left Howl's office and headed back to his room. Gilbert slipped on his blue dragon scaled gloves, and a dust colored loose shirt. He pulled out his slightly roughed up leather backpack, which had recently been enchanted to be a bag of holding, and proceeded to pack his clothes, money, journal, his quills and ink, and of course all of his necessities. He put his backpack on under his mottled grey-green cloak. Gilbert smiled softly, as he left his living quarters. The smile soon left his face as Ferrick, his identical, annoyingly hyper-active, and loud twin brother, exited his own living area across the hall.
"Going somewhere?" The other, bouncing, albino asked putting himself way too close for Gilbert's liking to the aforementioned brother's side.
"Why else would I have my cloak and backpack on?" Gilbert mumbled obviously not entertained by the Bard's complete ignorance of his personal space.
"I dunno. Camping, isn't that something you Rangers do?"
"Since when have I gone camping?" Gilbert sighed trying to push past his annoying brother, who was again ignorant of the other's desire to leave.
"I dunno. Where are you going?" Gilbert mentally face-palmed.
"Ferrick, please get out of my way. I will be late." Gilbert finally shoved past Ferrick's arms. "I'll talk to you when I get back, in a week and a half's time" He waved over his shoulder and stepped into the central cylinder and headed to the stables to get Grisil.
The next week and a half went by without a hitch. Gilbert had dispatched the monster relatively quickly once he had found it. It wasn't that hard to get rid of it was merely an overprotective mother Drake that felt the city was too close to her nest. Afterwards he had spent a few extra days in the town to enjoy himself before returning to the hectic place that was the tower. Gilbert whistled as soon as he left the sight of the town, and was promptly answered by a long sweet howl, and the thumps of the Dire Wolf's large paws. Grisil, the large as a horse, white wolf came bounding over to his companion licking his hands and face. The wolf's typical over excited and loving greeting, he used no matter how short the interval of time was that Gilbert wasn't in his sight.
"Ugh, Grisil. Stop. Okay, okay, I love you too big guy" Gilbert coughed between the assaults of licks from the large wolf. Grisil stopped and woofed softly and Gilbert smiled as he readjusted the riding harness the wolf had on. "Okay, let's get home" Gilbert deftly jumped onto Grisil's back and the two headed back to the tower only getting a few meters away before the world turned black.
