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Writing - Mallos
Nov. 12th, 2023 09:29 amHere's a small drabble I wrote about two of my D&D OCs, Zenlias and Rhydian, that I like enough to share. I'm probably going to see about posting more about them since this is all in Zenlias' past and not in the current campaign.
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"We're going to get in trouble," Zenlias warned as the two youths entered the abandoned building, the light from the moon and stars guiding them.
"Nonsense! You only get trouble if you get caught," Rhydian assured him and beckoned Zenlias further into the building. "Besides, I wanted to show you what I found." As Zenlias moved closer, Rhydian took his hand and they walked quietly through the derelict building. Rhydian walked with his head on a swivel as he looked this way and that to take in the fallen architecture. "Do you think this used to be important?" he whispered.
Before Zenlias could reply, a plank fell from the rafters causing him to jump. "I… I don't know, but this doesn't seem exactly safe."
Rhydian squeezed the Eladrin's hand reassuringly. "We're almost there," he said, pushing a tattered curtain beyond a broken window into the center courtyard. Even though the snow was still rather abundant, the remnants of overgrown plants could be seen clear as day under the moonlight.
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"We're going to get in trouble," Zenlias warned as the two youths entered the abandoned building, the light from the moon and stars guiding them.
"Nonsense! You only get trouble if you get caught," Rhydian assured him and beckoned Zenlias further into the building. "Besides, I wanted to show you what I found." As Zenlias moved closer, Rhydian took his hand and they walked quietly through the derelict building. Rhydian walked with his head on a swivel as he looked this way and that to take in the fallen architecture. "Do you think this used to be important?" he whispered.
Before Zenlias could reply, a plank fell from the rafters causing him to jump. "I… I don't know, but this doesn't seem exactly safe."
Rhydian squeezed the Eladrin's hand reassuringly. "We're almost there," he said, pushing a tattered curtain beyond a broken window into the center courtyard. Even though the snow was still rather abundant, the remnants of overgrown plants could be seen clear as day under the moonlight.
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