5d20 Advantage
Acts of compassion
Acts of kindness and care
Acts of generosity
With both time
And energy given
While the prince
Takes and takes
The cleric
Gives and gives
Asking nothing in return
His benevolence gains attention
From an oppressed people
An oppressed people with wounds now healed
Strength restored and a new motivation to rise
To fight for their home and future
The cleric takes notice of this
Knowing he will be expected to lead
He does not fear the challenge
He has done this before
And has never failed
His story continues...
Thursday, March 14, 2019
4d20 Advantage
4d20 Advantage
He's done playing the part of a surprised sellsword
He's been through too much to be surprised anymore
Or so he thought
"Listen you, me husband needs killin'.
Ya think ya can handle it?"
His continued silence changes in tone
From surprise to uncomfortable familiarity
His disinterest is kept in check
No sense in throwing away an easy payday
"When and where?"
She glares at him with no confidence in him at all
"The pub on the east end, tonight, right after sunset.
That's when he collects the bribes.
Don't care how ya do it.
Doubt you'll even get it done."
Now he knows what's going on
The corrupt lawman from the tavern
Beats his wife and takes his bribes
Enticed by the added opportunity
for those hefty bags of gold
He now has zero reservations
about killing this man
His story continues...
He's done playing the part of a surprised sellsword
He's been through too much to be surprised anymore
Or so he thought
"Listen you, me husband needs killin'.
Ya think ya can handle it?"
His continued silence changes in tone
From surprise to uncomfortable familiarity
His disinterest is kept in check
No sense in throwing away an easy payday
"When and where?"
She glares at him with no confidence in him at all
"The pub on the east end, tonight, right after sunset.
That's when he collects the bribes.
Don't care how ya do it.
Doubt you'll even get it done."
Now he knows what's going on
The corrupt lawman from the tavern
Beats his wife and takes his bribes
Enticed by the added opportunity
for those hefty bags of gold
He now has zero reservations
about killing this man
His story continues...
3d20 Advantage
3d20 Advantage
Unbeknownst to the raging bandit leader
The magic rain has done more
Than just replenish her strength
It gives her the power she needs
To tap into an ancient force
For this moment in time
She is a vessel
A weapon to be wielded
By the benevolent Lesser Goddess of the Storm
The bandit leader rages against a deity's wrath
The bandit leader charges forward
Thrust his three-pronged fishing spear
Only to have it caught in her bare hand
Energy flows through the spear
And into the now howling bandit
Unable to let go of his own weapon
Bound by the energy
That tears through ever cell in his body
It takes only moments
For the Lesser Goddes to rip from within him his life
Her story continues...
Unbeknownst to the raging bandit leader
The magic rain has done more
Than just replenish her strength
It gives her the power she needs
To tap into an ancient force
For this moment in time
She is a vessel
A weapon to be wielded
By the benevolent Lesser Goddess of the Storm
The bandit leader rages against a deity's wrath
The bandit leader charges forward
Thrust his three-pronged fishing spear
Only to have it caught in her bare hand
Energy flows through the spear
And into the now howling bandit
Unable to let go of his own weapon
Bound by the energy
That tears through ever cell in his body
It takes only moments
For the Lesser Goddes to rip from within him his life
Her story continues...
2d20 Advantage
2d20 Advantage
With her allies in steel by her side
Perhaps she would stand a chance
Ghouls are not faster than her
Ghouls are not stronger than her
But surrounded, outnumbered one to one hundred
Left with not choice but to swing her sword
And to raise her shield
Despite having the strength to cleave
Her festering enemies in two
There are too many to slice through
A bite here, a scratch there
Thank the Goddess for her thick armor
But they begin to pile upon her
The weight begins to be too much
When the darkness closes in
The Goddess answers her prayers
A burst of light explodes from her sword
The horde is burnt to nothing
She stands, now wielding a new power
She has ascended to the rank of holy knight
Her story continues...
With her allies in steel by her side
Perhaps she would stand a chance
Ghouls are not faster than her
Ghouls are not stronger than her
But surrounded, outnumbered one to one hundred
Left with not choice but to swing her sword
And to raise her shield
Despite having the strength to cleave
Her festering enemies in two
There are too many to slice through
A bite here, a scratch there
Thank the Goddess for her thick armor
But they begin to pile upon her
The weight begins to be too much
When the darkness closes in
The Goddess answers her prayers
A burst of light explodes from her sword
The horde is burnt to nothing
She stands, now wielding a new power
She has ascended to the rank of holy knight
Her story continues...
5d20
5d20
Four full weeks have passed
Since he first agreed
To stay behind
And provide aide
To this beaten and battered town
Through necessity he has acclimated
Can't have the most sought after healer
Passing out from heat fatigue
Daily he heals wounds
Ranging from the minor to the lethal
It doesn't take long
For him to learn
The town is ruled over
By the harshest of tyrants
With no regard for the people's well-being
It apparently all changed
Once the benevolent king perished
And his selfish son ascended
Taking the throne
And the kingdom solely for himself
His story continues...
Four full weeks have passed
Since he first agreed
To stay behind
And provide aide
To this beaten and battered town
Through necessity he has acclimated
Can't have the most sought after healer
Passing out from heat fatigue
Daily he heals wounds
Ranging from the minor to the lethal
It doesn't take long
For him to learn
The town is ruled over
By the harshest of tyrants
With no regard for the people's well-being
It apparently all changed
Once the benevolent king perished
And his selfish son ascended
Taking the throne
And the kingdom solely for himself
His story continues...
4d20
4d20
A chance to do the right thing
Stands before him, not higher than his waist
Tell the foolish boy
Tell him that his post was foolish
That this whole idea is foolish
Before thought can become words
The boy is joined by a woman
She has one eye
And more broken teeth
Than whole
Despite this, she has life in her
She can't be much older than the boy
Perhaps the older sister stands before him?
Was it her post?
Did her father do the damage to her?
"The boy asked you a question," she hisses.
The hiss created more by her teeth
Than by a malicious spirit
"Do you track better than you answer?" she eyed him up,
"Or are you a bum looking for a handout," and she eye him down.
His story continues...
A chance to do the right thing
Stands before him, not higher than his waist
Tell the foolish boy
Tell him that his post was foolish
That this whole idea is foolish
Before thought can become words
The boy is joined by a woman
She has one eye
And more broken teeth
Than whole
Despite this, she has life in her
She can't be much older than the boy
Perhaps the older sister stands before him?
Was it her post?
Did her father do the damage to her?
"The boy asked you a question," she hisses.
The hiss created more by her teeth
Than by a malicious spirit
"Do you track better than you answer?" she eyed him up,
"Or are you a bum looking for a handout," and she eye him down.
His story continues...
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