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Magic And Light (The Adventures Of Ren) – Chapter III

Posted in Dungeons And Dragons, Fantasy, Writing with tags , , , , on February 9, 2018 by darkjade68


Magic And Light

CAMPAIGN 2 – ‘The Adventures Of Ren’

by DarkJade

(Check Out Campaign 1 HERE)

CHAPTER I – Return To Jor – CHAPTER II – Laris

CHAPTER III – Dwarfport

On the second day of our journey to Polus, and more specifically, DWARFPORT, Ren stood on the deck once more, and Laris approached him.

“I have to say, you’re not exactly like the Paladins I’ve known… Not that I’ve known many,” spoke Ren.

“This Zahn was pretty serious, eh,” she replied.

“Not so much serious… But very intent on serving people, and his God Apollo,” answered Ren.

“I respect Paladins and their Devotion to their gods, but I like to really take in this life… It’s beauty, pleasures, light…” she spoke.

Ren looked at her, “Must be an incredible way to live… For me I’m just so passionate about learning about Magic.”

“As long as magic is respected, it can be a pretty amazing thing,” she replied.

The day seems to pass fairly quickly, and soon they reached Dwarfport, which was quite a sight to behold…

“Wow…” spoke Kinner, “I can’t wait to check out their taverns, taste the life of this sea port.”

“I don’t know… I”m pretty out of my comfort zone in large places like this,” spoke Chi.

Chi and Kinner made their way off the ship…

…Ren looked for Laris to say goodbye, but she could not be found.

It was a beautiful sunny day… Seagals flew overhead in search for scraps, and a cool ocean breeze blew across Dwarfport.

Merchants were everywhere, trying to sell every type of item…

…”This was a good decision,” spoke Ren to himself when suddenly a Thief grabbed his small silver pouch and ran.

Ren started to run after him, but Chi ran by Ren, “I’ll get him!” he spoke as he ran by.

None the less, Ren ran after as well, but soon both the Thief and Chi were out of site.

“It’s alright, lets head to the tavern, Chi will find us there,” spoke Kinner reassuredly.

The taverns name was ‘YE OLD TANKARD’…

And when they entered the three story tavern/inn, it was packed…

…and there were Dwarves employed serving drinks etc.

Kinner found a table, and called a dwarven barmaid to the table…

“What have ye,” she spoke.

“Two ales, and a glass of wine for my friend here,” Kinner gestured towards Ren.

Ren felt uncomfortable… Perhaps it was because he had been robbed, perhaps it was because of an attractive brown haired girl, with dark blue eyes, a dark blue blousy shirt, black leather pants and boots, and black studded leather armour was glaring at him from a table in a corner.

“Wow Ren, I never realized how well you do with the ladies… But maybe that’s because we spent all of our time in the wilds of Galdur,” spoke Kinner, with a slap to Ren’s back.

“This one has something to say,” suddenly came the familiar voice of Laris.

Ren looked behind him and she was holding the Thief who took his silver pouch by his cloak…

…he did not look comfortable.

“I’m sorry Sir…” the Thief spoke.

“And…” Laris pushed.

“And here’s your purse,” he handed Ren back his silver pouch, he looked inside…

…”All seems to be here…” spoke Ren.

With this Laris let the Thief go, and gave him a kick to the rear.

“May I,” she spoke, gesturing towards sitting with Kinner and Ren.

“Of course,” replied Ren.

The dwarven barmaid returned with their drinks, and Kinner slid a tankard of ale to Laris…

…she slid it back, “No thanks, I prefer wine like Ren here,” she spoke and slapped him on the back.

Ren took note how so many people seemed to like slapping him on the back… Perhaps it’s a Wizard thing…

“Is this one spoken for,” came the voice of the brown haired, blue eyed girl who now stood before the table gesturing towards Ren.


“Go ahead and describe your character Lisa,” spoke Johnny

“She’s got dark brown, shoulder length hair… Her skin is fairly tanned… She stands 5’9″, and looks to be in her early 20’s,” spoke Lisa

“She weighs 135lbs, and is fairly muscular… She has a very intense vibe about her,” she continued.

“What Class is she?” asked Barry.

Lisa looked at Johnny who nodded that it was ok for her to tell him.

“She’s a Barbarian…” she spoke.

“Lets continue,” spoke Johnny

Laris gave the girl a stern look.

“Not in the market at the present,” spoke Ren awkwardly.

“Hmmff… Alright,” replied the girl who then returned to her table.

Laris smiled slightly at Ren, who seemed beshuffled but his overall arrival to Dwarfport.

“Couldn’t catch em,” spoke Chi who arrived at the table…

…Kinner slid the second ale to him, “Thanks mate,” spoke Chi.

Chi then noted Ren’s silver pouch on the table, “Oh, you got it back…”

Ren gestured with his eyes at Laris.

“On that note, I’m buying the drinks,” Ren spilled out some silver on the table, and the four of them ate and drank the night away…

…the Barbarian girl never taking her eyes off them.

PICTURE CREDIT – Dungeons And Dragons

Warriors Of Light – The Kingdom Of Tyr

Posted in Blog Series, Fantasy, Story, Writing with tags , , , , on November 19, 2016 by darkjade68


Warriors of Light – The Kingdom of Tyr

by DarkJade

Episode I

Episode II

Episode III

Episode IV

Episode V

Episode VI

Episode VII

Episode VIII

Episode IX

Episode X


As the Party, Chemney, Odle, Vyle and Sparen (Last Shown In Episode VI) continued across the Southern Planes of the Mountain Region of the North Lands, they came across a couple Gnolls here and there…

Nothing too threatening, though being Chaotic Evil Beings, one would have thought they would attack the Party anyway…

But they did not.

“So once we reach these White Orcs, what is it we plan on doing exactly?” questioned Odle as he ate upon a large roasted bird leg.

“Our Grey Ring Order has requested that we visit the Kingdom of Tyr, and speak to it’s King, to determine what their defensive, or offensive measures are in regards to the rise of Kor…” replies Chemney.

“Do you really think the King of Tyr will see a group of wondering Clerics, and they’re Mercenaries?” earnestly questioned Sparen.

Being a friendly Mage, Sparen is quite inquisitive.

Vyle, however, struck Sparen’s shoulder lightly, as if to say, “We’re not paid to think…”

Sparen merely smiled in her direction in a “Actually as a Mage, I am” way.

Her attention then returned to Chemney, her dark brown eyes, soft black hair, and soothing voice inadvertently drawing the poor clumsy Cleric in.

“Well… I… I can not say… But it is the duty that has been thrust upon us, and we shall answer,” he replied in an energized, convicted fashion.

“Hmm… Exciting,” replied Sparen.

Vyle merely shook her head at the young Mage’s innocently fascinated disposition.

Vyle on the other hand, was much more cynical, and pessimistic about… all things really.

“Look there!” suddenly proclaimed Sparen, as she pointed high in the sky!

Above was a Great White Owl, simply monstrous in comparison to most…

“It’s a good omen,” spoke Sparen excitedly, as she opened her traveling journal and quickly jotted down several descriptive words.

Such as wondrous… And magnificent.

Vyle merely grumbled and road up ahead of the Party.

Meanwhile, Odle, having finished his bird, tossed the bone, looked back at Sparen, and then to Chemney.

“She’s a bit batty, aint she…”

Chemney smiled slightly, and held his finger to his mouth, as if telling him to stay quiet on the matter.

“You’re just afraid of magic,” Vyle then grumpily spoke back at Odle.

“I ain’t afraid of nuthen,” grumbled Odle, as he drank down some wine from his wine skin.

“I’m sure it will follow us all the way to The Kingdom Of Tyr’s outer walls! All is well I say, all is well…” spoke the young Sparen oh so pleased.

Soon they had reached the Hills south of the Kingdom of Tyr, and were only a hand full of days from their destination.

Along the first day they came across many herds of local animals, but all and all, the day went well…

…then came the second day

Chemney, Odle, Vyle and Sparen all sat on their mounts a top a high hill… In the distance they could not believe what they saw…

Cries let out from a herd of animals as a 15′ Frost Giant hurled his great axe upon them… More for his own pleasure than for food.

His skin was a hardened, snow white, and his hair was river blue, with traces of black.

The Party was paralyzed…

“Has he seen us?” spoke Chemney without meaning to.

“Not likely, or he’d be upon us,” replied Vyle.

‘I’m not afraid of a Giant…” spoke Odle.

“I should distract him, while the rest of you make your way around him,” spoke Sparen courageously, as she stared at the Giant with wonderment, and apprehension.

“It’s too late…” suddenly spoke Vyle as the Frost Giant picked up a sheep, and hurled into the air striking the ground before them, killing it.

“YOU WILL PERISH!” bellowed the Giant.

Warriors Of Light – Northern Passage

Posted in Blog Series, Fantasy, Story, Warriors Of Light, Writing with tags , , , on November 15, 2016 by darkjade68


Warriors of Light – Northern Passage

by DarkJade

Episode I

Episode II

Episode III

Episode IV

Episode V

Episode VI

Episode VII

Episode VIII


Dane (Introduced In Episode IV) hadn’t ridden but half a day, before his horse Scarlet sensed something, and came to a halt.

“What is it girl…”

Dane smelled smoke, so tied his horse to a branch, and in stooped fashion, made his way forward…

Beyond he saw them, three orcs who looked to be setting up a campfire, as it would be night soon.

“Only three of them,” he spoke quietly under his breath.

“But why are they here” he thought to himself.

Dane wasn’t the wisest of men, but he was fluent  in Orc tongue, and felt this would be a good opportunity to put it to practice… If he could only figure out a way to get rid of two of them, leaving one for questioning.

Suddenly Scarlet broke loose and rode straight through the camp!

Two of the Orcs went after him on foot, as he’d make for a fine dinner…

While one stayed back to make the fire.

“Good girl…” Dane looked and located a large rock, and when the Orc’s back was to him, he ran in to knock him out, but stepped on a large branch…


The Orc turned to see the Warrior running directly at him, and lept out of the way!

Dane then stood across from him, and pulled his pole arm from his back.

“Alright then…” he spoke.

The Orc grabbed his spear, and spotted a bone horn near by.

“Fre Rah Nor,” spoke Dane in Orc, saying “For honor…”

The Orc, stunned by the hearing of his own Orcish tongue, replied, “Fre Rah Nor…”

The Orc quickly threw his spear, and would have struck Dane, but he was able to knock it out of the air with his pole arm…

Dane then charged the Orc, leaping clear over the fire, and striking him, damaging his shoulder badly.

Dane looked to see if the other two Orcs were anywhere to be seen, but they weren’t.

He then lept forward and smacked the Orc with the handle of his pole arm, knocking him unconscious…

…and dragged him a hundred or so yards away, propt him up against a tree, his hands tied behind his back, and tossed water in his face.

“Spri Quon Rarg Nah (Why are you here?)” he spoke as he held a large dagger against the Orc’s neck.

The Orc did not reply…

“Ten Po… Spri Quon Rarg Nah (Last chance… Why are you here?)”

“Kor…(Introduced In Episode VIII)” replied the Orc.

Just then he could hear his horse approach, and the other two Orcs in pursuit from some 80 feet back.

Dane quickly mounts Scarlet, and they ride off.