Rise of the Secret Fire (Tentative- Waterdeep Fan Fic)

by raventree44

For fans of Dice, Camera, Action, D&D, and everything fantasy. Hello all! This is a work in progress on my character Kharon Raventree and others, which will include their adventures in Waterdeep and far beyond. Join Kharon and his adventuring party on the streets of Waterdeep as they work to save their childhood friend and compatriot from a terrible fate.

1. Chapter 1- Dreamscapes

To ride the waves of space and time like Elminster himself. Maybe in that case I could escape this hole. The one called Kharon Raventree stood and brushed off the never-ending dust from his now more grey than black breeches and took a quick glance at his surroundings. Perfectly cut, hazy grey stone walls rising on both sides. Lanterns that never seemed to lose any light at all. There's nowhere else it could be. Waterdeep, near the docks.

Is she even alive? Dark red and searing orange fire rose up from the floorboards, the walls, everywhere, driven by some terrible elemental magic force. The building's floor cracked and he fell to the street. The fire erupted and the building incinerated outward like the explosion from the most powerful Fireball spell he'd ever seen. "Much worse than that." Kharon scanned the buildings nearby in vain hope that one of them would have a tavern. Even one of those ritzy wine galleries. Nothing caught his eye. Nothing but what were undoubtedly a group of aristocratic manors, walled-off from the world as always. Unassuming on the outside, full of meaningless opulence on the inside.

Why can't I just go back and prevent it? No, it's over now. It's my fault and she's gone. At least I know that if anyone can reach paradise at all, she'll be there. Kharon shook his head as if to shake out all of the thoughts but knew deep-down that only one thing could do that. Revenge, revenge or something to forget.

He rubbed his almost invisible horns absently. The reminder of where I come from. Then, as he felt his brain spiraling back to a convoluted mass of images that he didn't want to see, he started walking, not knowing where he was going, not caring where he would end up. He pulled his dark blue, almost black high-collared jacket around himself absently, feeling the cold a little bit more than usual. "A little less wine in me is what it is." He chuckled, though the sound came out almost like a growl and he felt no happiness at all in connection with it.

Then, a voice, out of somewhere, somewhere nearby. "Kharon, you need to get to the docks." It can't be. Everyone's dead. The only people I care about gone, gone forever. It's been days.

"Kharon." Hands shook him and he found himself somewhere else, back in that house. Somewhere deep in his consciousness, a presence laughed in a way that was indescribably soul shattering.