Dungeons & Dragons Honour Among Thieves Doric Novels & Stories

~"~ Back in the camp’s heart, Adam and Jasper moved with lethal grace, closing the distance before the spy could vanish into the trees. A swift, silent grapple ensued. The spy struggled briefly, but years of training couldn’t save them from the weight of justice. Adam’s voice was low and icy. “It’s over. Your lies have been exposed.” ~"~ Under the flicker of torchlight, the spy’s hood was drawn back, revealing a shocked and pale face - a figure well-known among the allied wolves. It was Dorian, a strategist from the Black Claw Pack, whose loyalty had long been whispered over hushed fireside talks but never confirmed.

“I’m fine,” Dilios said, refusing to look me in the eye as he tucked his hands behind his back. “It’s fine, Gorgo, just a minor scrape,” Dilios insisted quickly. I narrowed my eyes. Dilios was hiding something. But before I could question him further, a calm, deep voice spoke from behind us. “He had a small scuffle with some rogue instigators near the border three nights ago,” Themistocles Drakon said, stepping out from the shade of the ancient pine trees. “A few troublemakers tried to smash his knuckles before the tournament. My Beta patrol cleared them out.”

He studied the nails from his left hand. Droyn drank more mead. "Gorn, Tizgar, Hewe, and I had to pass some tests to become mercenaries. We have gained the trust of the Orc's leader of the Erylas outpost." He put the goblet on the table. "Were's Kerra?" The snowcat stuck her little head out from Rhobart's shoulder bag and let out a brief hiss. "Hiding," Rhobart said. Kerra got back into the bag.

They didn't see her, and she retreated immediately before they would, but just at that moment, Jyris grabbed one of the thieves, and something about him changed. Something? No, everything! He was just like the undead warriors that Dogori had summoned, only that instead of a thousand red embers for eyes, he had just two; he had no structure, only darkness and a black cloak with a hood over his head. Where his hand came in contact with the thief burned and he burnt into a pile of ashes pretty quickly. The rest tried to run away, but he was too fast, and he started taking them down. Belladonna didn't stick around to watch. She ran down the stairs as quickly as she could.

Looking at the creatures, Kirou was intrigued as he saw their names. NPC Name: Draco Blade NPC Class: Mountain Lizardmen Tribe Warrior NPC Level: 26 Affinity: Neutral NPC Name: Draco Wing NPC Class: Mountain Lizardmen Tribe Archer NPC Level: 24 Affinity: Neutral NPC Name: Draco Pine NPC Class: Mountain Lizardmen Tribe Spearman NPC Level: 23 Affinity: Neutral NPC Name:...

The carefully crafted game board on the wailing man’s chest was full, revealing that crosses had won. “It appears I have won.” The being chuckled, slowly turning towards the psychopathic lord. “Ah, Darkous. How nice of you to join us, care for a game?” The psychopathic lord chuckled, taking a step towards his comrade. “I believe we can create a better game, Dorian.”

Where was Darren? The dragons told me that he was no longer on the battlefield and that he went searching for me. Somehow he’d vanished, and they were concerned he may have been captured. My mate would not have been easily captured. If he was taken, there would be evidence left behind. It would be hard to completely subdue him without a fight, especially with his immunity to most poisons. As I approached the main throne room, I felt a tiny hand place theirs on my arm. I looked down to see beautiful silver eyes and jet black hair. It was the little dragon prince, Thorin, who had taken a shine to me.

"I'm in the middle of carrying out a ritual now. You'll get your dues after I'm done!" "You don't need to wait till then," Aria said. "I'll discipline you on behalf of the Dracotigris Order and Homer!" Aria raised her hand, brandishing the copper coin toward Dorthan. Dorthan's expression shifted. "You possess the Emperor Coins?" That wasn't all. Aria fished out a Soul-summoning Plaque, transformed it into a sword, and struck Dorthan's forehead. Startled, Dorthan stumbled backward. "You're a practitioner too!"

I clenched the dagger tightly with simmering rage. "How many did we lose?"I asked again. "None came back alive, my Queen." Adrienne answered again for the fifth time. I clenched my jaw. "You have investigated like I told you to?" "Yes, my Queen. Our sources tell me it was the dragon. He burned them alive at once." I swiveled and glared at Adrienne. "Did they not tell us Neradia would be unguarded?! Did they not tell us the one with ichor in his veins would be away?!" I screamed. His eyes widened and he backed a step away.

She seemed to peaceful in her sleep and I close my eyes. I'm startled awake by screaming and for a moment I forget where I am. The woman I saved was wielding a kitchen knife at me, fear washing over her face. I hold my hands up to show her I wasn't armed. I left my short swords by the door. Recognition fills her eyes and drops the knife. "The legend is true? You're the Dhampir," she asks in disbelief, reaching to touch my face. I close my eyes to her touch and picture my mother. Tears roll down my cheeks and she pulls her hands away. "Thank you for saving my life."