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Dungeons and Dragons: Fantasy Quest
Session Three: Aftermath
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Derrik, Garret, Thamior and the villages stared in awe.
As Jason's body hit the ground, the sword still held tightly in his hands began to glow. If anyone were to be close enough, they would hear something similer to the sound of breaking glass. Cracks began to form on the blade, and spread throughout it. Eventully, The blade shattered, and the many shards that once composed it hovered in the air over Jason's body. The shards of metal glowed brighter, and shot off in multiple directions all over the sky, disapearing over the horizon.
"What- what just happened?" Garret asked.
"I don't know..." Thamior uttered.
The ethereal wisps of the dragon ghost disapeared into nothingness. Hanssen, a young human cleric dared to step forward. He slowly paced down the hill to ruined village where Jason's body lay. He looked over the teen.
'Such strange garbs...' the cleric thought.
Derrik along with the rest of the group come down as well, fearful of their newfound aquantences life. Hanssen placed his ear to Jason's chest. He could hear Jason's weak heeartbeats.
'Thank Pelor, he's still alive!'
"Is he alive?" Thamior asked as he came up behind the cleric.
Hanssen cast a glance as the other two arrived.
"Yes, he is still alive. Is he a member of your group?" Hanssen asked.
"Not really, he was just tagging along with us." Thamior answered.
Hanssen looked more over Jason.
"Could one of you get some people help me move him to a more hospitable area? And could you also get the elder?" Hanssen requested.
"Sure." Derrik and Garret volunteered.
Over the rest of the day, a large majority of the people pitched in to help rebuild part of the village. Another group was devoted to making sure the young boy who saved what remained of their village was alright.
Jason had been carried to the temple of Pelor in the village which had been partially destroyed in the attack. Perhaps the strangest thing was the protective grip the young boy had on the sword, which only had a few inches of blade still attached to the hilt.
By that evening, enough people had managed to erect good shelters. The tavern was luckily not that damaged, so everyone decided to hold a little celebration. A few people were keeping a watch on Jason, just incase he woke up. The group consisted of the elder and a few clerics along with Garret Thamior and Derrik.
"So you think this sword might be the Hero's Sword?" Thamior asked.
"It certainly fits the description. But I wonder, why did the sword choose such an outlandish looking child?" the elder, an old elf spoke.
Garret looked over Jason's cloths. Looking from the khakis with the zip-off legs to the black t-shirt covered by an (unbuttoned) blue button up shirt.
"He certainly does have strange garbs. It's hard to imagine these being normal cloths..." the halfling wondered.
A small knock could be heard on the ston near what used to be the door. The sound echoed through the ruined temple. Hanssen stood up and went over to the door.
"Who is it?"
"We've come from the tavern. The owner told us to bring some food over."
Hanssen opened the door. A few human girls who looked to be about 20 walked in, carrying trays of bread, soup and drink.
"Where should we put these?" one of them asked.
"Just put them on the front benchs." Hanssen motioned.
Soon after, the group was enjoying their dinner as the girls left with thanks.
'I wonder when he'll wake up?' Derrik wondered.
It would three days afterword when Derrik's question would be answered.
It was on the start of new day. The sunlight from the newly risen sun shown across the temple, showing the sleeping forms of the group from that night.
As the rays of light danced across Jason's form, his eyes began to slowly flutter open. His narrowed eyes looked up into the sky, past where the ceiling used to be. The teen braced his sleepy arms against the stone he was on, and slowly pushed himself up, strecthing his muscles which hadn't moved in so long.
Jason then looked around him, seeing the sleepping forms of the group that had taken watch that night. He pinched himself lightly.
"Nope, not a dream." His voice croaked.
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End Session-
Hero's Sword shattered. Village partially rebuilt.
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I know it's kinda short, but I gaurantee the next chapter will be at least five pages long. Maybe seven, tops. Just review, PLEASE!!!! Remember, Reviews=Motivation.
Review Response Corner HotShot14: Don't worry, I've already planned that from the begginning. It's nice to know that your reading.
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Dungeons and Dragons: Fantasy Quest
Session Three: Aftermath
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Derrik, Garret, Thamior and the villages stared in awe.
As Jason's body hit the ground, the sword still held tightly in his hands began to glow. If anyone were to be close enough, they would hear something similer to the sound of breaking glass. Cracks began to form on the blade, and spread throughout it. Eventully, The blade shattered, and the many shards that once composed it hovered in the air over Jason's body. The shards of metal glowed brighter, and shot off in multiple directions all over the sky, disapearing over the horizon.
"What- what just happened?" Garret asked.
"I don't know..." Thamior uttered.
The ethereal wisps of the dragon ghost disapeared into nothingness. Hanssen, a young human cleric dared to step forward. He slowly paced down the hill to ruined village where Jason's body lay. He looked over the teen.
'Such strange garbs...' the cleric thought.
Derrik along with the rest of the group come down as well, fearful of their newfound aquantences life. Hanssen placed his ear to Jason's chest. He could hear Jason's weak heeartbeats.
'Thank Pelor, he's still alive!'
"Is he alive?" Thamior asked as he came up behind the cleric.
Hanssen cast a glance as the other two arrived.
"Yes, he is still alive. Is he a member of your group?" Hanssen asked.
"Not really, he was just tagging along with us." Thamior answered.
Hanssen looked more over Jason.
"Could one of you get some people help me move him to a more hospitable area? And could you also get the elder?" Hanssen requested.
"Sure." Derrik and Garret volunteered.
Over the rest of the day, a large majority of the people pitched in to help rebuild part of the village. Another group was devoted to making sure the young boy who saved what remained of their village was alright.
Jason had been carried to the temple of Pelor in the village which had been partially destroyed in the attack. Perhaps the strangest thing was the protective grip the young boy had on the sword, which only had a few inches of blade still attached to the hilt.
By that evening, enough people had managed to erect good shelters. The tavern was luckily not that damaged, so everyone decided to hold a little celebration. A few people were keeping a watch on Jason, just incase he woke up. The group consisted of the elder and a few clerics along with Garret Thamior and Derrik.
"So you think this sword might be the Hero's Sword?" Thamior asked.
"It certainly fits the description. But I wonder, why did the sword choose such an outlandish looking child?" the elder, an old elf spoke.
Garret looked over Jason's cloths. Looking from the khakis with the zip-off legs to the black t-shirt covered by an (unbuttoned) blue button up shirt.
"He certainly does have strange garbs. It's hard to imagine these being normal cloths..." the halfling wondered.
A small knock could be heard on the ston near what used to be the door. The sound echoed through the ruined temple. Hanssen stood up and went over to the door.
"Who is it?"
"We've come from the tavern. The owner told us to bring some food over."
Hanssen opened the door. A few human girls who looked to be about 20 walked in, carrying trays of bread, soup and drink.
"Where should we put these?" one of them asked.
"Just put them on the front benchs." Hanssen motioned.
Soon after, the group was enjoying their dinner as the girls left with thanks.
'I wonder when he'll wake up?' Derrik wondered.
It would three days afterword when Derrik's question would be answered.
It was on the start of new day. The sunlight from the newly risen sun shown across the temple, showing the sleeping forms of the group from that night.
As the rays of light danced across Jason's form, his eyes began to slowly flutter open. His narrowed eyes looked up into the sky, past where the ceiling used to be. The teen braced his sleepy arms against the stone he was on, and slowly pushed himself up, strecthing his muscles which hadn't moved in so long.
Jason then looked around him, seeing the sleepping forms of the group that had taken watch that night. He pinched himself lightly.
"Nope, not a dream." His voice croaked.
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End Session-
Hero's Sword shattered. Village partially rebuilt.
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I know it's kinda short, but I gaurantee the next chapter will be at least five pages long. Maybe seven, tops. Just review, PLEASE!!!! Remember, Reviews=Motivation.