A/N HEY Y'ALL! IM NOT DEAD! Sorry for not updating anything. I've had writers block. Updates: The givers tale and Blood and Lightning are on hiatus. I'll get back to them eventually. Son of storms: not happening. In the meantime NEW STUFF WITH A NEW OC! YAAAAAAYYYY! I'll let you meet him.
Pelloth's eyes opened to a strange sight. He was in a forest filled with dusky silver light, with stars twinkling overhead. It was strange to him because he'd never seen such a place before. Pelloth was a drow. A renegade to be sure, but a drow nonetheless. This place, with it's neverending sky and perpetual light frightened him. The moon shone overhead, casting yet more light into the clearing, and a figure appeared in a single ray directly under it. It was female, and looked how humans were described to the students at the academy, though the skin was several shades darker than average. It wore a white dress, and it's hair was a similar shade. It should have been the most terrifying thing the young drow conjurer had seen… but it wasn't. She felt comforting. Familiar. She smiled at him. "Come closer. I won't hurt you." Slowly, Pelloth stalked over. "Who are you?" The figure tilted its head to the side, thinking. "I'm known by many names. Selune, Artemis, Yue. You may call me by any of those you wish, young one." The drow's eyes flared with anger "I'll have you know I am nearly half a century old!" The spirit giggled in response. Pelloth soon calmed himself. "What is this place?" Yue shook her head sadly. "It is your home. The plane of perpetual twilight. And it is in danger. Old beings stir… infecting minds and turning them to their own purposes. You are my chosen. Fight them. Or watch the one place you could call home forever be lost to the void." Confusion filled the drow. Artemis spoke. "These creatures are known as the great old ones. Their powers are vast, and you must grow strong to defeat them. I have faith that you can accomplish this. Go now, into your world." She flared brightly. "Go!" And the next moment, she vanished.
A path of silvery cobblestone appeared beneath Pelloth's feet, leading deeper into the forest. Seeing no other option, he followed it. After walking for about an hour, he came to a fork in the road. A signpost pointed down each path. One read "Pemwood, 50 yards, Population: 100", and the other simply read "labyrinth". The drow stopped and thought for a minute. Pemwood sounded like a town, which could be a good place to pick up supplies. On the other hand, most dark things liked areas of secrecy. Labyrinths fit that description perfectly. Screams coming from the Pemwood road solidified his decision. He ran towards the town as fast as he could. When he got there, it was chaos. A group of what had recognizably once been half orcs fired blasts of black energy into a crowd of people trying to get away. The creatures were mutilated, with long tentacles where their mouths should have been, and eyes that glowed with greenish purple energy. Their arms sported long blades coming out of their forearms, wicked sharp and ebony black. Taking this all in, Pelloth targeted the one closest to him and yelled. "Praecantatum!" A set of glowing magic missiles hurtled towards the aberration, punching into vital areas and turning it to black tar. The other three creatures stopped the carnage to look at their fallen companion before letting out simultaneous otherworldly shrieks. The farthest creature from pelloth struck first, letting out a brief chant, "̵̢̨̦̭̠̟̯̟͎̪̟̰̀̐̏̑̓͒́S̶̛̥̦̊̐̒̂͊̾̆̔̔̐́̅̕͝c̴̠̥̋h̵͚̆͛̄̚m̵̤̘̯͉̯͇͗͑̊͊̀̎͋̈́̄͌͂͆͝é̷̢͖̻̬̖̬͔̪͚̝͙̅͂̃̃̂̓͠r̶͙̯̺̥͔̖͇̓̉͌̕z̶͖̦͕̺̒̅͐̏̂̋̈́̎͒̀͠e̴͉̯͕̗̥͖̻̘̠̝̠̪̦̦̎̀̓̓̿̾̏̌͌͜n̴̨̡͉̦̲͗͋͠". The words buzzed around the drow's skull, before ringing to painful levels. He knelt, hurt but not beaten. Another of the creatures blasted at him with dark energy, creating psychic pressure, but the drow pushed through. Sensing this was going to end badly, Pelloth conjured a fog to obscure himself before exiting out the back of the cloud and running away from the doomed town. He stopped to catch his breath about two miles down the road to the labyrinth, where a campsite had been erected for travelers. Several people were there already, most of them human. The drow wandered over and sat by the fire to catch his breath. Subconsciously, he summoned his familiar, a black cat he had dubbed salem. The cat curled up on his lap, and before he knew it, he'd fallen asleep.
He awoke to screaming and maniacal giggling. Quickly standing up, he looked for the source. He didn't have to look far. A female of his own kind, wielding a black ivory like curved shortsword in one hand and a wand in the other was wreaking havoc around the camp. "Praecantatum!" Three bolts of energy flew from his hand, streaking towards the witch and punching into her. She turned and narrowed her eyes before pointing her wand at him. "Ľ̴͎͈̳̜̳̆̍̏̌͋̐̅͂̔̾͝͝ā̷̹̪͖͔̩̹̂̾̐͘c̷̙̱̮̖̟̙̭̳̝̊̆h̷̛͈̰̥̾̓̿̍̔̃̔̍͋̔̈́͜e̸̢̝͎̮̮̹͈̾͊̀̀͑̎̈́̉̑̌̕͝ņ̶͖̼̘̲͎́̏̌͝͝" Pelloth let out a short, involuntary bark of laughter, but nothing more. He focused again and let out another burst of magic missiles (A/N magic missile spam for the win. He only has two offensive spells, and the other one sucks so...) The barrage did the trick, and the witch fell to her knees, dropping her sword and dissolving into black tar, much as the half orc mutate did. Curiously, the blade remained behind. He went over and picked it up, wiping it off on the grass before casting a spell of identification. "Abolethic shortsword. Possesses a sharper than average edge (+1). Minor psychic influence towards chaos." He shrugged and slid the sword into his belt. It could be useful. The drow paused for a second. He felt… inspired. He pulled out his spellbook and got to work figuring out formulae
A/N WOOT! NO PLOT ARMOR YET HE LIVES ON! YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW SCARED I WAS THAT HE WAS GONNA DIE! FUCK DISSONANT WHISPERS! Anyways… as you might have guessed, he leveled up at the end of the chapter. His spell list from the beginning is below, and the new spells will be revealed next chapter. Until then, hope you enjoyed!
Spell list:
Level: 2
Cantrips:
Acid splash
Mage hand
Prestidigitation
1st level:
Fog cloud
Find familiar
False life
Feather fall
Unseen servant
Magic missile
Identify
Detect magic
