Doric Dungeons And Dragons: Honor Among Thieves Novels & Stories

They were death among life. Sunken eyes, rotting flesh, armor made of dragon hide. Death didn’t hide the fact they were generals. High-ranking ones from wars long gone. She understood, or at least guessed, at how they got the name. It was nightmarish to behold. Shivers shook her frame, dotting her flesh with goosebumps. Their mere presence triggered images of dark deeds, inflicting paralyzing fear. Evrah shook herself free of it, but she didn’t know how long she had been frozen in place. She dropped to her knees, checking the scene before she made her move.

The scents led to a hidden cavern, its entrance concealed by vines etched with hollow symbols, coiling wolves and inverted crescents pulsing faintly. Stone pillars flanked the mouth, carved with depictions of ascension: figures shedding mortal forms to embrace darkness. A low chanting started deeper inside, rhythmic and hypnotic, echoing like a heartbeat. We slipped in, shadows of our allies, the warriors fanning out. The cavern opened into a vast chamber, lit by torches that burned with silver flame. There, bound to an altar of black stone, was Dorian, alive and battered, his hybrid features faded back to wolf and chains of enchanted silver holding him down.

Liora’s hands moved with the practiced calm of someone who had learned to steady storms: methodical, sure, quiet. “He has debtors inside our walls,” Thorne said. “He has men who will be paid enough to sell a name and enough terror to accept the coin. There are three detachments he plans to use: the river thieves, hired to stir a fight and take goods; the eastern men, skilled at disappearing with what they take; and a group of mercenaries who will ride with false flags if needed.” Liora nodded. “And the plan to poison—”

0 Special Abilities: Mind Terror (High) Lord Presence (Mid) Half Immortal (High) Heart Grasp (Mid) Soul Steal (High) Lightning Fast (High) Skills: Drain Touch (High) Physical Limiter (High) Torturer Chains (High) Stun Gaze (High) Cleaving attack (High) Special Traits: Cunning Mind Fear feeder Cursed of Undead Anchor Pride Descriptions: The Lord of all Lord in Dwertur catacomb dungeon, Born from the cunning and the corrupted soul of the Catacomb Warden Ankhle Poyi the 3rd. All spawn comes from it's twisted mind, Cursed to forever live in Dwertur to guard and torture any living souls that venture into it's lair. A powerful entity that plays and feeds on fear, avoid fighting if you doesn't poss

“We need to talk about the relic you’ve brought. Again.” Roric’s calm mask cracked. His face twisted into something sharper, more dangerous. “Darius… It's a little late for polite words, don’t you think?” His eyes slid to Dalian, holding a glint of evil amusement. “That stone? It’s just the beginning. There is nothing to talk about.” Roric lifted his hand slightly. Two more wolves stepped out from the dark corners between cabins. Their eyes glowed faintly, and their bodies tensed, ready for a fight. The air felt heavy with danger.

Drykator gestured to both men, pointing to his ears as they pricked up from the voices he could hear, Drago and Dontain trying to hear the whispers in the room just ahead let out breaths they didn’t realise they were holding. “I can’t believe Divine Victory has tried to escape Terribor through a passage-way which he designed himself, won't get far mind their outnumbered '' the mercenary snorted . “I'm gonna rally the troops I brought a hundred and eleven mercenaries with me from Ruis Thillis and I want every one of them to have a taste of action” Horror filled Drykator. Divine Victory is together? Fleeing Reinhold? How can this be? Slipping round Drago, he whispered to Dontain

Drago led her to a covered deck, where the whole family was sitting, ready for breakfast. All around her were the usual suspects, Grigo, Marcu, and the mercenaries from the dungeon below the compound, who all nodded to her in respect. Madchen smiled at them, they never uttered a judgemental word against her when she enacted her frenzied revenge on Jason, they just stood back and let her have her moment.

“What do you mean?” I pulled away from him slightly and met his eyes. “Those men back there were what we call Rogues in our world. Unlike the general population, they do not commit to a territory or reside in just one place. They go from town to city, announcing their entrance with a string of gorey deaths. Most packs live under the same rule, a council we call Elites. Rogues are wolves who refused to live under The Elites. They rebelled, tearing our world apart. Since the beginning of the rebellion, most of the Rogues were killed off, but the few left are vicious and out for revenge. My mother was killed by one while she was defending our territory. They haven’t stepped foot in this town si

His father has started to lose him mind, but he still has moments of lucidity which is why Kenneth hasn’t forcibly taken the kingdom from him … yet. “You know how my father is. He doesn’t always make sense. Remember when he proclaimed you as the dragon thief last year?” I force a smile. I’d been terrified with King Solomon had announced that I was the dragon thief. It was right after I’d returned the bronze dragon egg to the dragons. The bronze I now know is named Yttyc. The bronze who survived. King Solomon had stood and pointed at me. “Her! She is the thief!” I’d stood in shock, unable to move or speak. It was Kenneth who broke the terrifying silence from everyone in the room.

I could hear an erratic heartbeat. ​I used my senses to direct me until my feet came to an immediate stop where the scent and sound met. I take a hesitant step forward, looking down into the barely visible opening between two grimy walls. It was a space which held a small, shaking body, perfectly hidden behind the patches of grass. “​Mate,” Theo declared once more, his glee bubbling over into my chest. ​But within that same moment, the scent clears itself to reveal the underlying truth. The sweet aroma was coming off a human. A fragile, completely human girl.