So, I started another D&D story, but that one didn't quite work.. so I'm trying this. Based loosely off a campaign I'm playing now, so It should be updated regularly.
Chapter 1
They were a ragtag bunch, the three of them. They all had the hardened look of an adventurer and a look of 'Don't mess with me' in their eyes, one more so than the other two. As they strode into Tomas Crossing, the townsfolk stared. They never got many outsiders in this place, much less a Half- Orc and what looked like an Elf.
"They're staring," the Orc commented, his red eyes darting from one side of the street to the other. "I don't like it when people stare." His hand slowly moved towards the hilt of an axe at his hip. The Human to his right placed his hand ontop of the green, leathery flesh.
"Easy, Gargoren, easy. These are simple townsfolk. They will not harm you." The Human's voice was softer and seemed more in control, though his right hand still strayed close to the handle of his Morningstar. He had an air about him. 'Speak softly and carry a large stick' seemed to fit this man perfectly. "Pelor is watching over us today, my friend. We have nothing to fear." The Elf inclined his head to look at the other two.
"Pelor? Sstill going on about that falsse God of yourss?" His voice was like silk, but he hissed, something not quite Elven was plain for all to see. He pulled his hood down tighter, his eyes shifting from left to right. "He cannot hear you, Veloss. He'sss jusst an imaginary figure you Clericss envisioned to have ssomeone to pray to."
"You'd best mind your tone, Jaraiel," the Cleric spat, "especially when we need His help. You'll regret it if he forsakes you in your time of need." Jaraiel shrugged and looked straight forward.
"We Jaebrin have no Godss. No false information to muddle our mindss." He chuckled a bit, like air being let out of a balloon. "Perhapss that's why we're much better spell casterss than you Humanss." Gargoren's head swung to look at the short figure, his temper flaring.
"You shut your damn Fey mouth before I sew it shut for you." The Jaebrin looked taken aback, and the three walked on in silence for a moment before the familiar hissing laugh broke the tension.
"Well, if they didn't know we were outsiderss yet, they do now."
"No matter," Velos proclaimed. "We head for the castle. This mansion we've heard of sounds dangerous, and I want to know if the King has any information on it."