The D&D Chronicles: The Adventure Begins
Prologue: The Age of Magic and Wonder
Long ago, the Earth was once in an age of magic and wonder. During this time, the humans co-existed with the magical and fantastic creatures and beings beyond one's imagination. From the wise and magical Elves, the tinkering and creative Gnomes, the bold and hardy Dwarfs, the cheerful and practical Halflings, the proud and mighty Dragonborn, alongside with many other creatures, such as magical Fairies and Pixies, bold Trolls, Orcs, Ogres and Giants, creepy Goblins and Gremlins, wild Griffons, Manticors and many other wild and mystical creatures, and the mighty of them all, Dragons.
In the Age of Wonder, the co-existed races, while creative with inventions that would change and become part of the future of the world, there also excited magic, including the primal sources of magic: the sun, the moon, the stars, the earth, the sky, and the ocean.
But, a thousand years ago, a human mage discovered new magic: the anonymous seventh source, dark magic. While it is said that it used the essence within magical creatures themselves, it was said that it can be formed and controlled by those who learned the dark arts, as well as those with a corrupted heart to unleash dark power.
Horrified by what they saw, most of the co-existed races came together to put a stop to the madness, aided by a band of heroes and warriors, led by a paladin, who was sworn to protect both the human and mystical worlds. After years of war and struggle, the dark mage and his followers were defeated, and the warlock was banished into another realm, the Shadowfell.
Though the dark warlock was defeated, the damage was sadly done. After much discussion and debate, the mystical beings and creatures departed their human neighbors, and journeyed into the various planes, realms, and worlds of the multiverse, with several groups of humans joining along, to start new lives, while several few of the creatures remained on Earth, keeping their existence a secret with a small few of humans, who later rewrote history books and having the creatures believed as myths and legends.
Over time, the human race began to evolve, as technological advances over the modern world, and mystical creatures they once lived side-by-side were soon considered myths and legends, along with the magic, despite there being small bits of magic to those in the modern world becoming magicians. Now the worlds of humans and fantasy remain unaware of one's presence... until this very day...
Present Day
Somewhere, within the depths of a forest, a great battle was taking place, as a group of several people, each a different species, were fighting an army of evil orcs and goblins.
One was a Dragonborn Paladin, his scales red as a rose, wearing a suite of armor that looked almost similar to that the knights of the round table, wielding a sword that was able to slice most of the goblins in two, while deflecting an orc's axe with a strong shield.
Fighting alongside him was a beautiful witch, who was of medium size with tan skin, long teal-colored hair, gray/greenish eyes, and a dark beauty mark below her left eye. She wore a witch's outfit consisting of a white top with flared half sleeves surmounted by a purple yoke decorated with a yellow star over a dark grey long skirt. Under the skirt, she wore dark grey leggings and black boots. On her head, was a floppy, white, pointed, broad-brimmed hat surrounded by a gold coronet. She attacked several Orc swarms with a white staff with a huge blue crystal at the top.
A Halfling rogue was fighting the enemy with them, wrapped in a cloak, while sneaking past the Orcs, snatching most of their weapons and gems they had, as he was wearing an invisibility cloak, allowing him to be unseen and steal from his enemies.
While the battle continued, a female Elf bard was spurring up music to help support her team, however as she played, two strings of her guitar broke, then she saw several goblins about to pounce on her. Luckily, another Elf, a male ranger, used his bow and arrows to strike them down, saving her life.
The Dragonborn was beginning to get outnumbered, when another paladin, a female Half-Orc, arrived to his aid, like the Dragonborn, the Half-Orc had shining armor that was strong and bulky.
Alongside them, a male Dwarf cleric was fighting most of the goblins, however he did not know that an Orc approached from behind and struck him… only to discover that it was a duplicate, as the real cleric used a trickery spell, before using another to strike it down.
Soon, the battle came to an end, and the enemies were defeated.
"Well done, lads," the Dragonborn paladin said to his allies, proudly, "now, we must locate the Diamond of Rath before-"
However, his words were cut off, as a dragon roar caught the party's attention, as they looked up to see a wild and fearsome dragon, who looked to them with a ferocious grin and a deadly glare, as the Dragonborn looked up to the creature with a worrying annoyed tone, "...he shows up."
"That's far enough, fools." the dragon glared, "I suggest you turn back, or you shall suffer my wrath!"
The group looked to each other, a little nervously, until the Dwarf cleric nudged the Dragonborn as he said, "Go on, then, Nadarr. You're a dragon too, talk him out of it."
Nadarr looked to the Dwarf, "Hey, just because we're both Dragons doesn't mean we'll get along."
The Dwarf just gestured to the direction of where the Dragon was, as a way of saying 'Just give it a try', and Nadarr just sighed and went along as he looked up to the Dragon standing in their way.
"Nulork." Nadarr spoke to the dragon, Nulork, to try and reason it, "I understand how you feel about wanting to destroy those who stand in the way of your hoard. But from one dragon to another, the Quartz of Allazar must be returned to it's town, without it, the town would suffer serious droughts for years to come."
Nulork raised an eyebrow a little as the Dragonborn continued, "If you return us the gem, we will leave you be and go on your way."
Nulork looked to the Dragonborn, who looked back to his team with a small thumbs up, as the teammates gave a thumbs up back, believing it to have worked… until the dragon used a tailwhip attack on Nadarr, sending him flying back and landing by the group.
"Nice try, little paladin." Nulork sniggered, as the dragon looked towards the others.
The male Elf ranger tried shooting his arrows, while he managed to make a hit on the first go, however, the dragon breathed fire and burnt the second lot to ashes.
As the Half-Orc and Dwarf then gave a go at charging at the beast, only for the creature to use it's mighty wings to make a gust of wind, knocking to the two of their feet and tumbling over, leaving the witch to stand her ground.
"You shall not harm my friends, dragon!" she demanded, before dodging an attack from the dragon.
"Foolish child," Nulork grinned as he eyed her, "I could swallow you whole!"
"Do not underestimate me, Nulork, for I am the Good Witch Azura, warrior of peace!" Azura spoke heroically and proudly… before crouching down and holding her staff like a bazooka as she cried, "Now eat this, sucker!"
Soon the crystal on her staff fired powerful beams of energy as they struck endlessly on the dragon.
"No!" Nulork cried in pain and agony, "My only weakness-dying!"
With that, the dragon collapsed to the ground. Dead.
"Whoa, whoa, waitaminute."
The latest campaign adventure of the usual Dungeons and Dragons game night down in the basement was halted as someone called a quick timeout for a second, getting the other players (all at different ages) and the Dungeon Master's attention.
The Dungeon Master was Patrick Lee Kirby, a young adult who soon to be 17 years old, Caucasin, and had brown hair with emerald green eyes. He wore a green cap with a matching green hooded jacket. One thing about what Patrick wore was that part of his wardrobe consists of vintage T-shirts, each one adorned with references to his favourite various pop culture, such as comics, TV shows and films, animated shows and movies, video games, music and even culture from the 80s. He also wore blue jeans and on a pair of space grey shoes.
Patrick was basically a bit of fan of various pop culture as mentioned, and had a mind that was like a media encyclopedia, for he would know anything media related sometimes, he also had a good knack on cooking, such as making his homemade pancakes (especially his own chocolate chip pancakes), and enjoyed his skills on drawing, such as drawing his favourite characters, and sometimes would usually draw himself with them in most of his work. He also had a bit of a sweet tooth, as he most times enjoyed various sweet treats. He was part of the Autistic Spectrum, and had major support from both friends and family.
Next to him was a boy of his age, having brown hair also but with grey eyes. He had on an orange jacket, and like Patrick, wore one of the vintage T-shirts referencing his favourite video games. He wore very light blue jeans and very dark grey shoes, and also wore a purple whoopee cap.
This was Christopher Williams, though he prefers Chris for short, who has been Patrick's best friend since childhood. Both Chris and Patrick enjoy reading comics and playing video games, such as Sonic, Mario, Pokemon and even Super Smash Bros., especially games like Dungeons and Dragons. Like Patrick, he too had a bot of a sweet tooth, though preferred jelly babies and freshly baked cupcakes.
Next to him was a Dominican-American 14-year-old girl with a height of 5'7", tan skin, dark brown hair, and hazel-brown eyes. Her clothing consists of a pair of ebony earrings, a half-white and half-periwinkle hoodie with cat ears attached to the hood, high-waisted jean shorts, dark gray leggings, and a pair of white slip-on shoes. It consists of a grey sleeveless top, purple shorts with an orange moon and star, and white-and-indigo socks. Her name was Luz Noceda, who was a kind-hearted, outgoing, eccentric and geeky young girl who was one of Patrick's best friends.
The two of them have been known for having big imaginations, as they have been known for working together sometimes making comics, or even creating campaign stories for their D&D games, especially taking turns on being the Dungeon Master. She was also a huge fan of the fantasy novel books of The Good Witch Azura, which tells the tale of the titular character who embarks on adventures fighting evil and bringing peace to enchanted lands, having been reading all the latest books from 1 to 5, as well as using her as her RPG character for D&D.
Alongside them was a 12 year old boy, who had the same Caucasin skin, but with blackish brown, little-bit shaggy hair and with blue eyes, and had several freckles on his nose. He wore a light blue jumper, a white shirt underneath, with cream-coloured trousers and white shoes.
His name was Harry Myers, he was a kind, yet a little shy, young boy who had quite a good friendship, for Patrick, he and the others treated him with care, Patrick seeing him almost like a little brother, and has always been there to look out for him, as he did with the rest of his friends.
Another young boy who was about 14 ⅚ years old, making him almost a little older than Luz. he had dark brown, neck-length hair, with green eyes and fair skin. He had on a purple T-shirt with a dark blue jacket worn over it. He had on dark grey trousers with dark brown shoes.
This was Callum Drake, one of Patrick's friends who has been known to sometimes make wry jokes and having a bright sense of humor. Like Patrick, he too had a good taste of drawing, thus having his sketchbook with him at all times, no matter where he goes. The book would contain many drawings, from his first little doodles when he was very young, to the more detailed and realistic sketches.
Alongside him was a 10 year old boy, who had light-brown skin, wide, light blue eyes, a round nose, freckles spotted across his cheeks, and thick eyebrows. On his head grew a fluffy, dark brown afro, which extended mainly upwards and did not grow much further than past his neck. He wore a red, long jumper and had on dark brown trousers with dark grey and brown shoes.
His name was Ezran Regal, who was the younger half-brother of Callum, as Callum's mother, Sarai Drake, married to Harrow Regal, making Callum his older half-brother. Ezran had been known for being a compassionate person and a pacifist, while he can be a little naive, and had a sweet tooth after his mother.
Sitting at the table were two African American twins, one male and one female, both 13 years old. The boy had pretty short black hair, wearing a blue-and-white striped polo shirt, tucked in a belt, and wore a pair of creamy trousers with blue sneakers. The girl, meanwhile, had long blonde hair, and wore a orange jumper and light blue jeans, with a pair of checkered vans.
They were Raphael (Raph for short for his friends) and Hazel Bridgers, the two of them being described by their friends as sometimes the Dynamic Duo, though they sometimes buttheads with each other on most situations, even try to compete at times, which would sometimes make things difficult during game nights and D&D playthroughs with friends.
The last one sitting with them was a 11 year old girl, who had blue hair, standing out from the others along with Hazel with her blonde hair. She had on a black beret; a yellow scarf; a red sweater with yellow cuffs; a blue skirt, which is of the same signature blue as her hair; black leggings and red rain boots.
Her name was Hilda Lee Kirby, who was an adventurous and fearless girl, as well as one of Patrick's younger sisters. She loves to draw like her brother in her own sketchbook, and was known to be very kind to nature, as well as showing never being scared easily by any danger. She is sometimes a little rude, but is still very generous.
Chris, Luz, Callum, Ezran, Harry, Raph, Hazel and Hilda were currently playing together (Ezran helping support Callum, while Hilda insisted on playing), while Patrick was playing the role of DM.
"Did you actually use your staff as a bazooka to kill the dragon?" Raph, being the one to speak upm asked, a little baffled, as he looked to Luz.
"Well, yeah," Luz said happily, "your welcome."
"But that wasn't even a very powerful weapon!" Raph pointed out.
"She did roll a 17," Ezran stated, "I suppose that counts."
"No it doesn't!" Raph said.
"Maybe it does." Hazel stated to her brother.
"Don't you start, sis!" Raph sneered at his sister, "Besides, this is the 3rd time she used that move during our games!"
"And they worked." Luz stated.
"Yeah, um, the 2nd time actually didn't," Callum pointed out, "and that's when we lost against the Demogorgon."
Luz looked to Callum, before repeating her statement, now saying, "worked most of the time."
"I think it was a good move." Harry smiled.
"Me too, I think you did great, Good Witch Azura!" Hilda said proudly with a smile, bowing her head a little.
"Why thank you, Honourable Half-Orc Paladin Emen." Luz replied back, bowing her head a little too, before both of them started giggling at that.
Raph sighed before turning to Patrick, "Still, what do you think, Patrick?"
"Well, I say let her use that attack." Patrick just shrugged, "Let's continue with the adventure."
"I would sure love to have a go next time," Ezran said, "if I were a character, I could probably be like a ranger, or maybe a druid."
"I'm sure you'll get the chance to do so, Ez." Callum smiled, before he and the others focused on the game.
However, before they could continue, someone opened the basement door, as someone called out, "Patrick!"
Stepping down the stairs, another girl, about two years younger than Patrick, about Luz's age, came downstairs and looked to the party. She had ginger hair with blue eyes, and she wore a red long-sleeved shirt and reddish brown jeans and very light-greyish green sneakers.
Her name was Taylor Lee Kirby, who was older than Hilda but younger than Patrick, she would at times be the sensible one, as well as having to help his big brother at times, and while they would butt heads, they still cared for each other… most of the time.
"Hang on, sis," Patrick said, as he was about to continue narrating the story, "we're still in the middle of the campaign."
"The campaign that should have ended hours ago?" Taylor asked, giving him a stern look, "It's nearly 11, plus it's a school night! How long have you been playing?"
The group soon realized what she meant, and with a sigh, Patrick said, "Okay, okay. We'll get going."
"Wait… it's nearly 11?!" Raph cried out, the info Patrick's sister said crashing into him.
"Dang it!" Hazel added, "We're gonna be so grounded!"
Patrick then turned to the others, "Sorry guys."
"It's alright," Harry said with a smile, as he collected his bag "we'll continue again next time."
Soon the group gathered their things and as Hilda and Taylor got ready for bed, Patrick helped the others out of his house, most of them had bicycles, so they were able to peddle back to their homes, while others had to walk (or in some cases like the twins, run) home.
It was definitely late, as nighttime fell around Patrick's hometown of Brady Acres.
"Goodnight, Patrick!" Luz called out, as she pedaled home, "See you on the way to school!"
Patrick gave a wave back as he said goodbye to the others, until there was just Harry left.
"It was a great campaign you did tonight, Patrick." Harry smiled, as he was getting ready to leave through the front door.
"No problem, Harry," Patrick smiled back, as he ruffled the young boy's hair, earning a small chuckle from Harry, "it's great having the others around to play, especially you, little bro."
"Heh, quit it will ya?" Harry smiled, "I'm not exactly a kid anymore."
Harry soon got his things and just stepped out of the front door, before turning to wave goodbye to Patrick.
Patrick looked around the nighttime covered neighborhood, it was very dark, and Harry was still quite young, even if he knew around the neighbourhood. A small bit of concern came up on Patrick's face, as he looked down to Harry.
"Do you need any help walking you home?" he asked, "It's quite dark out."
"It's okay, Patrick," Harry smiled, a kind-hearted and sweet smile that you couldn't deny, "I'm a big, brave boy. I will be able to make it home."
Patrick took one more look outside, before looking down again to Harry, wanting to show him that he can handle himself.
The young man soon let out a small sigh, then smiled a little as he said, "Alright, Harry. I suppose I'll let you go on your own."
Harry smiled and gave Patrick a big hug from his legs, before releasing them as Patrick added, holding up what was a small toy fox to Harry, "Don't forget about Freddy."
Harry giggled, as he took Freddy from Patrick and started heading off.
"And remember to stay on the path and be sure to call if anything happens." Patrick called out.
"Okay." Harry smiled, as he walked off, waving goodbye to Patrick as he waved back.
Soon, Harry was on his way back home, walking down the sidewalk path, as he enjoyed the open air, seeing the stars that were up in the night sky.
Brady Oaks, Virginia was the hometown where Patrick, his siblings, Harry, Luz, Chris and the others all lived. It was a lovely town, with everyone going through their everyday lives. It was a classic moderate community, it was a not very huge, but a little big standard town, surrounded by hills, as well as the canal, that was surrounding the city, and a lovely forest.
For Harry, he was currently on his way back home, his lucky toy Freddy Fox with him (as he had a strong bond with the toy he got when he was young, as during while they were young, Patrick won Freddy Fox at one of the town fairs, and generously gave it Harry during the first few days when they met, so Harry would never go anyway without it), looking around the quiet road that he was walking by.
It was a nice and peaceful night… but was soon about to change…
As Harry was walking home, now far off from Patrick's house, he was continuing enjoying the night time stroll… when he begins to slowly stop, as if something was wrong…
He soon began to feel like there was something out there, looking around, thinking he might have heard something.
Seeing there was nothing there, Harry continued to walk, though this time in a slow walk for a bit, as he looked around.
Then he heard something again, and he looked both to his left and right.
He began to walk a little faster, as he was starting to grow a little scared.
Harry continued to walk faster, as if his life depended on it, and looked around the neighbourhood, to see what it was that might be out there.
Then he heard a sound.
A strange sound, almost... inhuman...
And then, he saw it.
Not far from where he was, was what looked like a chameleon-like being with thick arms, a spiked back and a small horn at the front. It had purple smoke emitting from its back, and had cyan-hued black-colored skin with glowing purple markings on its body.
The creature turned and saw Harry looking at it, as the young boy started to run.
The creature let out a groaning cry, as it then followed after him.
Harry continued to run, as he ran past several street lamps, the lights began to flicker and go out, making Harry run even faster.
Scared, Harry soon tried to take a short cut through a small wood, hoping he could lose it, stepping off the sidewalk, Harry into the wood.
Soon, he stopped to catch his breath, hoping he had lost it… until the crying moans were heard.
In a split second, Harry quickly ran as he could, but during this, he accidentally tripped, but got back up his feet and ran, unaware that he had left Freddy behind.
Soon, Harry stepped out of the woods and arrived at a different neighborhood street, running to another nearby sidewalk as fast as he can.
Harry stopped as he arrived, panting like mad, wondering what it was that he just saw, then sighed, as he thought it was over…
But it wasn't.
Harry started to feel cold, as he could suddenly see his breath mist up.
He then looked both left and right, as he saw the street lamps on both sides of the sidewalk flicker, until they started to flicker faster. And faster. And faster.
His heart beating fast, Harry looked as the lamp he was under slowly started to flicker, and looked in front of him to see the creature finally catching up, as it slowly approached him, letting out a spooky moan.
The lamp flickered faster, and faster, until it let out a bright glow, until finally it returned to normal… as did the other lamp lights.
For all was now quite… and Harry Myers had suddenly vanished…
Later, at Brady Oaks Bridge, during early morning dawn…
It was reaching sunrise, very early in the morning, as a new day was starting to dawn in Brady Oaks, as it slowly began to get busy, as grown ups, having gotten up early, were driving on their way to work, or leaving work after taking the night shift, driving over the bridge.
"Good morning, Brady Oaks," the radio host and announcer, Rockin' Rocky Richard, spoke up from one of the radio cars, "It's 4:30 a.m. If you're still in bed, you are missing the most beautiful sunrise, clear skies and a beautiful morning ahead. And big news..."
As the bridge was slowly busy, down in the canals, which was completely bare without water, since the weather was a bit cold, it was currently quite a bit foggy this morning, but was slowly clearing up.
A disposable cup rolled out through the fog and moved into the shadows under the bridge, and all was quiet…
Until heavy steps were heard… and a monstrous foot stepped on the cup.
The foot was revealed to be part of a huge, armored creature with horns curled around it's head, the creature also had coal black skin, orange and yellow eyes and had very dark amour, which included a kilt with a wide belt, decorated with skulls, along with a dagger or two, and two belts across his chest, which hold his swords. He also has a leather wrap on his right arm, and what appears to be hair on the back of his head, as it let out a terrifying roar.
The creature was a troll, one of the creatures of myth, known to only come out when the sun was down and during the night, and that any contact with the sunlight would result in them being turned to stone.
The vicious troll soon charged and attacked another creature, which was revealed to be a Dragonborn, all suited up in silver plated armor, wielding a mystical sword.
During the fight, both creatures were taking a moment to catch their breath.
"Yield, Balasar." the troll snarled.
"A Paladin never yields." Balasar breathed heavily, "I rather die."
Balasar soon charged at the troll, only for the beast to get to the Dragonborn's attack, grabbing him by the neck, and slammed onto the ground, face up, so the troll could see him face to face.
"Terms accepted." The troll let out a sinister grin as he brought out both his swords, ready to kill him, but suddenly, as the sun was slowly starting to rise, a small beam of light shone down on the troll, as he looked to see his left shoulder start to smoulder.
As the troll slowly started to realize what was happening, Balasar quickly got back up and jumped over the troll, who hurried to find shade from the sun.
"It's no good, Ghoular," Balasar stated, as the troll rushed to a bit of shade of the bridge, "I have the upper hand. We both know that the second you step out, you'll be a statue for the royal garden."
Balasar charged after the troll, Ghoular, before catching up to him, resulting in the duo to swordfight. Balasar swings his sword, only for Ghoular to dodge it, luckily, Balasar soon instantly suckerpunched the troll to the ground, dropping his swords in the process.
Ghoular looked as he saw Balasar pointing his sword to him.
"Your turn now, Ghoular." Balasar said, exhausted, "Yield."
Ghoular looked to Balasar, who was waiting for the troll's surrender, however, he then let out a wicked smile with his terrifying teeth, before revealing a small dagger, which he slashed Balasar, who stepped back and screamed in pain from the slash.
The Dragonborn looked down to his chest where the dagger struck, then looked in shock as the slash mark glowed a sinister dark purple, which meant one thing.
"A poison dagger!" he spoke in fear.
He then looke to what was on the armor, embedded in the left breastplate was what looked like an amulet, shown as a compact metal amulet with intricate metal parts inside the external framework and a glowing rainbow stone at it's centre.
However, the amulet's glow began to flicker for a moment, as Balasar looked to Ghoular.
"Looks like there won't be anywhere for you to run or hide long, Paladin." Ghoular said, as he approached the Paladin with wicked killer instincts in his eyes, "Give me the amulet!"
Balasar knew that he might not have time due to the poison, so he sprinted up the canal, Ghoular following him, and leaped onto the underside of the bridge, sending a few birds that were perched flying. The Dragonborn turned and clutched his sword, looking around for the troll. Ghoular suddenly jumped out from behind a support beam and swung around the beam and kicked Balasar, who slammed into a gutter.
He jumped away as Ghoular lunged at him. Balasar hopped down and hung from the support beam while Ghoular gave chase, he swung back up and glanced around. Ghoular soon tackled Balasar, as his sword fell to the ground as Ghoular held him over the edge. The sword shatters.
Ghoular chuckled deeply, "It all ends here."
He then began to strangle Balasar with his right hand, the Dragonborn struggling to get released, as Ghoular placed another cut on the the Paladin with the poisoned dagger, as he said, "Even if you die before the poison continues its toll, it'll still be good to watch the last Paladin to fall."
Ghoular soon brought up his left claws to snatch the amulet, only for Balasar to grab hold of it, and held it up in the sun. Ghoular, screaming in pain from the sunbeams burning on his skin, quickly recoils and clutched his burning blue arm as it smoked. Balasar doubled to his feet.
"It's either me or the poison," Ghoular said, drawing out his swords, "either way, you're doomed."
"No. The amulet will find the champion." Balasar painted, from both exhaustion and the pain of the poison, before looking at the troll, "We will stop you and your master. I may end, but the fight will not."
Balasar soon brought up another dagger, but as Ghoular looked, his eyes widened, as if he recognized the dagger, then looked to his belt and discovered one of the daggers was missing, then looked back to Balasar, who had let out a smirk.
The dagger in Balasar's hand looked like the top part of a snake's head, the throught being the handle and the snake's mouth opened up to reveal a blade that was glowing dark green.
This dangerous weapon was known as the Medusa Dagger, a deadly knife that had the powerful ability, like the legendary creature herself, that if one were to get slashed by the dagger, would result part of the body turned to stone, and if one were fully stabbed, they would be fully turned to stone. The dagger's power was rare as if once one got turned to stone fully, the dagger's power would be rendered useless.
Only some of the sinister forces, even deadly bounty hunters, were able to find and use these rare weapons, and Ghoular was one of them. Unfortunately, during the struggle, while the troll was occupied by his burning clawed arm, Balasar was able to secretly swipe the dagger off of him.
Ghoular could do nothing, as he watched as Balasar proudly made his sacrifice, as he stabbed himself in the chest, letting the magic of the Medusa Dagger take its toll. With a smile, Balasar then stepped back off the bridge and out into the sunlight, his skin and body hardening into stone.
"No!" Ghoular screamed, as he watched as Balasar's stone body fell onto the canal below, shattering on impact.
Ghoular leaned out to see the shattered remains of the paladin, only to get a sting of sunlight as the sun was fully out.
Letting out an annoyed sigh and a small roar, Ghoular punched one of the supporting beams in anger, before heading off, leaving what was left of Balasar behind.
But deep down in the rubble, the amulet that was attached to Balasar's armor, laid on the rocks and rubble, as it glowed and hummed, left alone in the canals… waiting for the one who would soon take the mantle of Paladin…
Author's Notes
Hope you lot enjoyed the start of a whole new adventure!
Prepare to stay tuned for what's in store for Patrick and his friends, for what they'll discover will change their lives forever…
Until next time, True Believers!
Excelsior!