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Fanfiction and Characters with * by: Emerald Sonata

DnD Diaries:
~PIPPY AND QUARTER~

-d1-
"Quest"

"Pippy. We are dying."

I couldn't answer. Even when the Chieftain of my Halfling clan called out to me personally, to see him in the Main Chamber Tent of our small village.

I was in the presence of no one but the Village Chieftain, his body wrapped in thick bandages. I could see red spots seeping through the cracks. I knew the bandages were not loose, I personally bound them myself.

The situation was this bad.

"The disease is spreading. It's effecting all creature and beings alike. We Halfling folk are no exception."

"I-I am aware of that, Sir Chief. I-I did my best to create as many remedies as possible to instill the ailment, but no avail. I hate to say it, but I am only glad it affected half of the village and not all. If I'm correct, this disease is selective."

"Either way, it's eating us alive. No medicine, no matter how ancient the magic it carries, can't seem to break it."

"I confess, I don't know what to do."

I held back the urge to cry. It's a bad habit of mine. Whenever I come across a problem, I would always end up crying. Success, failure, it doesn't matter. Of course, I cry harder when I screw up and people yelled at me.

Right now, I feel like crying enough to fill the Great Thane River… it was noted to be the 3rd largest river in the country.

The Chieftain coughed, breaking me out of my thoughts, and all I could do was grip my stick. It was a club I found in the forest when I was a wee lass. It fell out of a tree and took out a wolf that was about to eat me, so I considered it a lucky tool. So, I took it in as if a child.

Strangely, this club looked battered. As if it was the ones humans would use to beat an disobedient dog.

I cringed, thinking of both that horrible idea if not how the chieftain was suffering.

There's a side of me that urged my hands to put him out of his misery.

"Pippy."

I stayed my hand when he called out to me.

"Yes, Sir Chief."

"You must seek out the King of the Opal Nation. Not only does he possess the necessary power and wisdom to guide our country, his home keep is the most advanced in science and magic. Surely, he and his court wizards would have come across this plague and developed a divine antidote to cute it. I know he is not a selfish person."

"… Impossible."

"I know. But it must be done. And you are the only capable one I can trust."

"Which is exactly what I mean by impossible. This adventure will kill me."

No matter how many times the Chieftain begged me, I know this little quest he's giving me was a losing cause.

I was the youngest member of the village. Ever sine the plague appeared, no one dared to even think about giving birth to a new child.

We've dug out too many burials the size of a cabbage. We can't bring ourselves to make anymore.

I was among the few in the village who was not affected by the plague. Another small minority who could wield the power of magic. Actually, I was the only one who could use magic.

I was a Druid… but that didn't make me capable of fending for myself. The moment I leave the village, I was more than dead.

"Pippy. I understand your fears. But you need not do this alone."

"I doubt the other races would help a measly Halfling clan like us."

"Of course not. But that does not mean they are not affected by this plague."

"…"

"Don't you think this is a good opportunity to form a fellowship among the conflicting breeds, in search of a cure that rules all cures.."

"Sir Cheiftain. This is a serious situation. So don't put on such a smug look with a joke like that."

I never liked the Chieftain. Even if he was half-dead, he still wouldn't give up on his corny jokes.

Still… I don't want to see him go away either.

"Pippy. You know better than I do that you have no choice."

"…"

"… Please. Help the clan."

"…"

"If you don't, I'll tell your neighbor that you have a secret crush on his son."

"ALRIGHT! I'LL DO IT! GOD-D*MN OLD MAN!"

"Ha-ha-ha. *Cough* *Cough* Peace."

In the end, I ended up leaving my safe and cozy home in search of a cure for my home village, under the pretense of Blackmail.

My name is Pepperin Longstock*. You can call me Pippy. Once this is all over, I'll hit that senile old man with my club. I swear.