Doric Dungeons And Dragons: Honor Among Thieves Novels & Stories

My thrift-store hoodie weighed ten pounds. "Group Four," Madame Arnaud read. "Vesper Aldric. Darcy Vaughn." Darcy turned in her chair and looked straight at me. Her smile was slow. Satisfied. I dropped my eyes to my notebook and bit down on the inside of my cheek. It doesn't matter. Veritas matters. Paris matters. He doesn't. "Group Five." Madame Arnaud adjusted her glasses. "Thea Voss. Juniper Rhodes. Soren Solvane. Ash Solvane."

Because everyone sensed something important. Something hidden. The dark symbol suddenly cracked. Silver light leaked through its surface. Then a name appeared above it. A single name. One that caused Liora to freeze beside me. One that caused Fenric's face to lose all color. And that made my instincts immediately sharpen. The name burned brightly across the chamber. Darious Hale. And suddenly the mystery surrounding Liora's missing brother became far more dangerous than anyone had imagined.

Given that forsaken are made of the chthonic essence of masters of Oribus, this was an easy fight for Thersar, Nexelex and warriors. That’s it. I had my fair share of fun in battering Denexus. Given that I don’t want to mar my palate with Denexus’ blood, I have pulled out Kris chthonic daggers and cut both of his hands in a quick motion. He fell to his knees, snarling and groaning. In yet another brisk move, I stuck both daggers in his chest. And the essence of Denexus was sucked in my kris daggers.

Dorian Thorn had dropped his glass, the red wine spilling across the polished floor like a pool of fresh blood. His face had completely drained of color, his jaw slack with unadulterated horror as he stared at the figure emerging from the smoke. ​He recognized the face. He recognized the eyes burning with amber fire. ​The boy they threw into the abyss had returned. And the gates were locked behind him.

*** In a parellel dimension covered with horrific gray and gold steel and colbat stone, a hidden figure with a crimson cape walks into what appears to be a castle throne room. The caped figure appears to have silver and gold armor and walks past several lanterns that spark emerad flames as he passed them. " It was quiet difficult to track you down , Sorcerer . " Dorian Priest said as he walked toward a throne with a long haired man slumping over it. " Well. Well. If it isn't the infamous godslayer. " The man smirked with a devilish grin. " What makes me so lucky that I get you presence ?

Darius walked over to the center of the camp and stood there with an unreadable expression as Xander handed a dagger over to him “By blood and magic,” Xander began, “you swear your loyalty to our cause. To aid in our fight against Zerathos. If you betray this oath, your life will be the price. May the earth bear us witness.” Darius met Xander’s gaze, then mine. Then, without hesitation, he sliced his palm, letting his blood drip into the earth beneath his feet. “I swear.” His voice was steady and unwavering. “Upon my blood, my life, and my honor, I vow to stand against Zerathos. To fight for Lycara. And to never betray those who stand beside me.”

The metal table before Kingsley’s team was the only thing keeping them safe. “Come out, come out, O’ great Kingsley Aguilar! Let me show you who is the boss of this town,” laughed Darcy Robinett. “My gang, Poena, is the ruler of Thornspire. No one can take it away from us. The ruthless leader, the devil himself, will be killed by me today. You think you can come to my town, and I will let your stupid gang, Dia Lucrii, take over just like that. No, no, you have another thing coming. If you are the devil, I am the God!” “Ugh! Will he keep talking? Shut him up!” Kingsley rolled his eyes.

He heard a car coming nearer and know that Black Dragon is almost there. He looked around and saw his members positioned around the warehouse. He chose one of them to stand as his second since Apollo and Bacchus are not there. He patiently waited for Black Dragon to arrive. Then the double doors opened and Black Dragon emerged from it quickly followed by two men. One that he recognized and one that he don’t know. “You came on time.” Hercules greeted him. “I see your gang are already positioned around. My colleagues are here too.” JD told him. “This is my second tonight.” He pointed at Yosef then nodded at Miko. He quickly positioned himself on the right side of the warehouse beside some Olym

Alex noticed the stranger first and signaled to Kai, who approached cautiously. "I mean no harm," the stranger said, raising his hands in a gesture of peace. "My name is Orion, and I bring news of an old enemy who has returned." Kai's eyes narrowed as he studied Orion. "What enemy do you speak of?" "The rogue werewolves have revived an ancient adversary, a powerful warlock named Thorne. He seeks to aid them in their quest for the supreme god's power. If they succeed, his dark magic will amplify their strength beyond measure."

"A normal?" As he got beside Fragado, he was told that the being was actually one of them and laughed again. Schnek didn't understand what was going on but since his partner Fragado was snickering, he started to join him and laugh too. The senseless occurrence was too funny for him. ❇❇❇ Now there are two orcs stupidly laughing before her. She slowly stood up and the two huge beings didn't even notice her moving. Gripping tight of her backpack, she cautiously managed to step a few feet back.