2nd Edition Campaign story

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This is a story based on a second edition campaign I was/am running. The characters you will meet are

Dawnstalker the Half-Elf Bard, he is arrogant, he does not like to take orders, especially from other men, and he is a ladies man. He is played by my friend Dave

Miller the Halfling Thief, he is random, clumsy, crazy, greedy, he basically likes gold and shiny objects, if he wants something he will get it by any means he can. He is played by my friend Adam

Dragunov the Elven Ranger, he is quite the archer, and almost as cliche as Miller, well actually he is more cliche, but that isn't the point. He is the quiet reserved guy of the group, he speaks when spoken to and rarely opens his mouth, he only acts when it is time to shoot an arrow or save some ass. His original name was Davimus and he was originally played by my friend Carl, Carl joined the air force and gave the character to my friend Adam who changed his name to Dragunov since Davimus sounded weird.

There are more characters in the campaign, but they have not been introduced yet.

P.S. This story was typed up a few years ago in a program that didn't have spell check, so it may not have everything spelled correctly. I hope you do enjoy it for what it is a pen and paper campaign with a little flair added to make an entertaining story.

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Dawnstalker


Dragunov


Miller



Current Enemies

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Chapter 1: A Town in Peril
People in flashy clothes dance to the music being played in the background. An argument is heard off to the side of the gathering. Just then all the fun is interrupted when a man bursts into the door out of breath, “They, they are here!” He falls forward, arrows sticking out of his back. A few grab weapons, some grab chairs. The place erupts into total chaos.
“What is the meaning of this?” the patron of the tavern exclaims.
“He just came in here like this, exclaiming they are here, sir.”
Just then a few men suited in a light armor come bustling in, “He was attacked, we don’t know what hit him. He came running by with arrows sticking out of his back. We chased to help him but he wouldn’t stop. He ended up here, we don’t know why.”
Just then a tall man stands up, “I know why,” the crowd turns to him, “He was my brother.”
A man yells into the doorway, “Run! RUN! The monsters are here. They’re killing everyone they can find.”
“We must gather muscle for this job! We must get this threat cleared out of here!”
“What about payment?” a short man asks.
“There is no time to worry about payment. This is a crisis that threatens our very lives. If we don’t have fast action we will be kill…” the man was interrupted as a flaming arrow was shot into the back of his neck. Panic erupted all throughout the tavern; screams could be heard both inside and outside. It seemed as if there was no hope for this village. Muscular bipedal humanoids rushed in through the small entrance. Their stench filled the tavern. A few of them wielded bows, while others wielded big weapons such as large swords and maces.
“Get out of me town you skully wuggers!” the short man yells jumping at an attacker.
“DUCK!” a voice yells from behind. *THWAK!*
An arrow pierces through the eye of an attacker.
“Whoa, what was that, you mittle bender?”
“That was me getting 20 points right in the face of that bugbear. Could you please use real words to describe things?”
“No way, these muzzle wunkers are ruining my looting. But I figured after they bite the dust I can loot them all I want.”
*Tsught* A flash of light goes wising by as one of them is hit in the face. Scorching his features he drops his weapon, “What are you two talking about?”
“Who are you? You instance flasher?”
“What are you talking about?”
“Yea, enlighten us; we have no idea what you mean by any of this.”
“GOLD!” he runs over to a small pile of gold shiny coins, shoving them into a small sack he has. Just then he looks up to see a sword come crashing down, but before he gets sliced he gets pulled out of the way.
“I don’t feel it worth the price of your head for a few measly coins.”
“He he, NO! I must get me gold.”
“Wow, you are incredibly stupid. You can get your gold once we clear these monstrosities from the…” *THWAK!* a sword slices off the head of one of the monsters. “…town.”
“OK! HEAGH!” he jumps on the face of a monster, biting its nose he stabs him in the face over and over with twin daggers. “YEH! GOLD!”
“Holy nuts, what did we get ourselves into?”
“It seems like a mess of a man to me. Poor little guy, he must not be right in the head. We should watch over him to make sure he doesn’t get into much trouble.”
“He seems like he would be more trouble than he is worth.”
“Well right now we have no other choice but to rely on him, we can figure out what we are going to do with him after.”
The battle continued for a little while until things in the tavern started to calm down. Then one of the men who came in earlier says, “The situation in the tavern seems neutralized. We will go see the rest of the town; any of you are welcome to help. If you wish payment for your deeds see the guard post near the water tower, we will see what we can pay you. If you wish not to help remain where you are until you are evacuated by a town guard,” they exit.
“He he, yes, must kill beasties for gold.”
“Not so fast,” an arm reaches out to grab his hood, “What is your name?”
“Miller, and yours?”
“Dragunov, I will aid you in your affair. It will be easier for us if we stay together, smaller numbers means we could get surrounded. Will you come with us, um….”
“Dawnstalker, my name is Dawnstalker.”
“Dawnstalker, would you join us?”
“Yes, I must protect all the ladies of the town. After all, I am their knight in shining armor,” he smiles and winks toward a group of ladies.
“Wait, weren’t you one of the entertainers?”
“Yes, I was playing the oboe. I can also play the fiddle. Any instrument like them I can wield too.”
“Well, I saw you with a sword, you aren’t bad, and you seemed to possess some type of magic?”
“It isn’t much, I know a few tricks.”
“Well then, let’s take this town back.”
Dawnstalker, Dragunov, and Miller went out to stop the advancing army of bugbears. They fought for hours slicing through the mobs. They were not the only ones fighting like in other legends where a few heroes take out the bad guy, no, there were others. The common folk of the town, a few trained men, and the guards. All seemed hopeless, they were about to fall into darkness, forever.
“Come on, we need to find a place to help us with Miller’s injury. He doesn’t look too good.”
“How about that church, we could find a clergy man there,” they rush to the church carrying an injured Miller. They enter to find many people hiding there for sanctuary. After a while of searching for someone to help tend to Miller’s wounds, the door shuts behind them. It sounds if they are being barred in.
“Agh! No, the door is jammed. I can’t open it. How are we going to get out?”
“Don’t worry, I have an idea, you keep to Miller. I will climb up into that Rosetta window. I will break it open, hoping to unlock the door from the other side.”
“Do you think that would work?”
“Hey, right now we have nothing to lose. We can’t have victory if we don’t risk anything,” the sound of burning could be heard from above, “They must be trying to burn the church down, I can hear flames,” arrows come crashing through small windows, the flames engulfing the wood structures.
“Hurry, try to break the window down, or we will all surely die!”
“You know, I am not even half way up to climbing there, and already you are demanding me to break down this window,” smoke begins to fill the room as people can be heard coughing, “Alright, I made it to the top,” *THWAK!* “This glass is real hard. I don’t know if I can break it!”
“Aw, come on, try harder!”
“I wasn’t going to try once; I was just letting you know it was a hard window!”
“Why would you have to tell me the window was hard? Why not just keep hitting it?”
Dawnstalker shakes his head, “What ever man, I am going to get through this window, *THWAK!* “And I am not going to let you out because you are too much of a pregnant dog to climb!”
“I told you before; I don’t climb because I am afraid of heights!”
“Heights, afraid of heights? What kind of ranger is afraid of heights?”
“Shut up and just smash through the window!”
*THWAK!* “Alright, my sword isn’t doing anything to this window. I am probably just going to break it this way! Do you have rope?”
“Rope? Why do you need rope?”
“Do you have it or not? I need it to smash through the window?”
“I don’t see how me giving you rope is going to help you smash through the window!”
“JUST GIVE ME THE BLOODY ROPE ALREADY!”
Dragunov throws the rope up to Dawnstalker who catches it with one hand.
“There you go! But I still don’t understand why you would need…” Dawnstalker begins to tie the rope to his waist, “What are you doing? Are you mad?”
“I am going to swing through the window!” he ties the other end to a rafter.
“WAIT! You are going to what?”
“Swing through the window, that is why I needed the rope,” he tugs it making sure it is tight, “Wish me luck,” he winks at the ladies in the church. He throws himself back hanging onto a rafter, then he lets go holding onto the rope in front of him sticking his feet out first. *SMASH!* Glass comes pouring down as he goes flying through the window, “What would a ranger afraid of heights be doing with a rope any way?” he chuckles to himself. He grabs his sword and slices himself in mid swing out the window, landing on the ground in a ready position. Once he lands there are a few of the monsters around, “Come on, BRING IT!”
“To set traps for animals you silly man,” Dragunov says to himself. “Is that fighting I hear out there?” he leans his ear up against the door, “That silly bastard is going to get himself killed.”
*Click, cliank* The door opens as a smiling Dawnstalker covered in a small amount of blood is on the other side, “Not a single drop on me,” he says smiling.
“You are covered in blood.”
Dawnstalker looks down confused, realizing he is covered in blood on his clothes and a little on his face. He brings his head back up smiling again, “Not a single drop of my blood on me.”
Dragunov puts his head down into his hand shaking his head.
“Shall we go?”
“Yea,” as Dragunov goes running by with an unconscious Miller strung up over his shoulder.
“Hey guys wait...” he looks to his left to see a crowd of people running to escape the church, “Oh nuts!” *Bududud adaddududuadad aghaghag* Dawnstalker gets trampled by a crowd of escaping people. He sits up rubbing his head. “OW!”
Just then a dwarf knocks him down again by running over him, “Wait for me you guys, I can’t run as fast as you. Come back. Oh, come on.”
He sits up again rubbing his face, “d**n that su…” a brick falls down from the doorway landing on his head, rendering him unconscious.
“Hey, where did he go?” Dragunov wonders as he doesn’t see any sign of Dawnstalker, “Great, just great. The town is being raided by bug bears while one of the people helping me is unconscious with an injury and the other is missing in action. So now if I get in to a quarrel I guess I could beat them with Miller until he wakes up.”
“There is one. Elf meat, get him!” a big humanoid points whom is dressed in black studded armor carrying a huge sword in two hands.”
“Oh nuts!” Dragunov runs off as he drops Miller onto the ground.
Miller who regains consciousness sees the mob of wild blood thirsty bug bears running his way, “Oh, I wonder if they have gold?” he tries to get up. “Dagh! My leg is injured, I can’t get up.” Before he gets trampled by a running mob he rolls out of the way, snatching one of their sacks hanging off their back. He climbs inside.
Running, Dragunov escapes into a house going up the stairs and doing a diving roll out of the window. The bug bears run through the house and jump through the back wall of the house. Dragunov leaps over a farmer leaning over who is sowing seeds, the farmer looks up to see who just ran buy as she gets trampled by a mob of bugbears. Dragunov starts enclosing on a river jumping up onto a water wheel which carries him onto the roof and sprints towards a windmill grabbing the blade hanging off of it as it carries him around and around. He goes up to the top and sees the whole village, he comes back down as the bugbears swipe their weapons at him. He goes back up. He goes back down as the bugbears try again to get him with their weapons. This repeats for a while.
Dragunov’s doom seemed to be on the horizon. He had no where to go from where he was. But suddenly a voice came out of the back of the crowd, “Hey, hey, hey!” Dawnstalker runs through the mob of bugbears pushing them aside clearing a path toward the windmill, “How are you all doing tonight,” he starts shaking their hands and smiling, he slips a ring off one of their fingers and slips it into his pocket. There is a dark silence over the crowd, “So, who likes magic tricks?” no response. “Alright, good! Let’s get started,” he slaps his hands together rubbing them. He takes out a pack of cards, he starts shuffling them, does a shuffle behind his upper back, under his leg, an arch over his head, “Alright, you, yea you big and smelly, pick a card,” the bugbear picks a card out from the pile. Alright, don’t show it to me but show it to the crowd. Now put the card back into the pile. Watch as the magic begins, your card will appear in the sky over there,” he points at the horizon, “Eh, Dragunov, Run.”
They start to run, but not before too long the bugbears notice. They turn around to catch them.
“Heh, that was a pretty nifty trick back there.”
“Yea, well we had to do something to get us out of here. Hey, by the way, where is Miller?”
Suddenly a voice is heard from the mob, “GOLD!” Miller pops up holding a shiny gold coin high, with a dagger raised. He slams the dagger in the back of the bugbear sending him to topple forward. Miller begins to fly out of the pack doing a flip in the air over the mob, he grabs Dragunov’s hand wrapping onto him like a monkey would its owner. “HEH! Hey guys! I got me gold!” some bugbears topple over the one incapacitated one.
“WOW! Now that was an impressive trick…”
“Heh, heh, heh, I am getting out of breath, we need to take a breather.”
“A breather, come on you pansy, you’re in better shape than me and you can’t run any more? You are such a wuss.”
“Wow you are ignorant. I am wearing some armor, carrying a sword and a bow on top of that a backpack with many things in it. And I am also carrying an injured Halfling with armor, a sword, and a backpack. I think I deserve to be tired.”
“Alright, what ever you say… wuss. Looks like we have to turn to fight.”
They turn to find the giant bugbear dressed in black studded armor. The other bugbears seemed to be knotted up in a pile.
“So, the men have come to greet me? Come, make my day,” he readies his sword in one hand. His massive build makes it look like a mere blade in his hands.
“Looks like we must do this,” Dragunov says as he readies his bow.
“It’s do or die,” Dawnstalker draws his sword.
“Heh, GOLD!” Miller jumps up and down incessantly.
“OW! Could you please not do that?”
“Hem, hem, sorry.”
They rush into battle, going to take down their foe. Dragunov fires and arrow right into the shoulder of their mighty opponent. It seems to have no effect on him. Dawnstalker swings his sword but it gets parried out of the way. Miller leaps off of Dragunov but is smashes out of the way by the bugbear’s fist.
“Now it is my turn!” he swings his sword cutting Dawnstalker in the leg.
“AGH! No, this can’t be happening. I never wanted to go out like this! Die you overgrown rodent!” Dawnstalker swings at the bugbear chopping into its arm.
“Ha-ha, your sword does not deal much pain to me.”
*THWAK!* an arrow pierces into the bugbears leg, “Shut your hole beast, or I shall fill it with arrows!”
“RARGH!” he swings his sword sluggishly, Dragunov does a back flip to dodge the attack.
Dawnstalker swings his blade downward at him, but it was blocked by his sword, he pushed Dawnstalker back with his might.
*THWAK!* *THWAK!* two arrows pierce right into the bugbear’s flesh. One in his chest, the other on the side of his neck.
“Noagh… Thiiis… can’ be happnin,” he swings his sword at Dragunov who steps back and kicks him in the face knocking him flat on his back.
Dragunov go up to the heavily breathing bugbear with their swords to his neck, “Drop your weapon or you shall die spawn of evil.”
He laughs, coughing a little spitting up some blood.
“Tell us why you came to terrorize this village.”
“I wll, tell you nothin. You wll ave to kill me.”
“So be it,” they say it at the same time. And at the same time they swing their swords up and land them into the neck of the bugbear, taking its head clean off.
Punching Dragunov in the arm, “Jinx, you owe me an ale.”
Rubbing his arm, “What for?”
“We said the same thing at the same time.”
“Ah!” as he opens his mouth pointing his finger up in the air.

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Newcomer Rhazet

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Chapter 2: A Dead Man’s Caravan
“Alright, what is on his body?”
“Gold?”
“I don’t know, let me search him first.”
“I claim any gold we find.”
Dragunov searches the body, finding a note, “I can barely read this note, can anyone read this?”
Dawnstalker takes a look at it, “I believe I can make it out. It looks like a rough form of Goblin. It reads, dear Thayzar, amass the newly aligned bugbear army, and we march on the human town. Than travel three days north of here at the encampment to meet up once you have conquered their settlement. If you don’t return me break face with mace.
Signed, Morid.”
“What do you suppose the new aligned army is about?”
“I don’t know, but it seems there is a map from this town to the camp here. It looks like it may take a while, we should stock up on supplies.”
They stock up on supplies waiting to leave for their long journey that awaits them. They travel into the woods on their day of leave.
“Look, a wrecked caravan, maybe there is something of value inside?” Miller goes running toward the wreck.
“We should go with him, someone could be in danger inside.”
Dragunov and Dawnstalker take heel to Miller. When they get to the caravan they see horses with their legs cut off, a man with arrows filled in him, dead upon arrival. The horses are still alive and in great pain, Dragunov and Dawnstalker quickly put them out of their misery. The band of mercenaries begins searching the wreck, only finding some tipped over fruit, and a chest.
“This chest is locked. It looks to hard to break by normal means, and if we smash it the things inside could break.”
“I can open it.”
“You can? How so?”
“I have this lock pick, I can pick locks for you.”
Dawnstalker hands the chest to Miller who works with it frantically trying to pick its lock. After a little while it opens.
“What is inside?” Dragunov says leaning over to look.
“It looks like a necklace, some rings, and a note.”
“A note, what does the note say?”
“Maria’s mother was very ill, we would like for her to come home for the funeral. I have sent her mother’s necklace and a few rings.”
“Poor man, he was just transporting this girl to her house and he got attacked by a group of bandits. Do you think this could be connected to that group that raided the village the other day?”
“Could be, but who knows?”
“Well at any pace, we must make it to the next town and warn them of the attack to come.”
They traveled deeper into the forest, they came up on a man in a red robe.
“Hello fellow adventurers. How are you?”
“Who are you? Do you have anything to do with any of what is going on?”
“What is going on?”
“The raid of a village a few days travels from here, and a caravan being dismantled?”
“Me, no. I am one man traveling by myself. Is it so strange to see somebody traveling by their self?”
“It is dangerous to be traveling alone; perhaps you should come with us.”
“I could, after all, some company is better than no company. My name is Rhazet,” he extends his hand smiling hoping to shake their hands.
Another night they traveled, until they came to a mountain with a winding path.
“Look down there, fire,” Dragunov points, “There must be a camp down there.”
“We should send some people to go check it out.”
“Alright, I will go because I can keep quiet and hide easily.”
“I will go too, because hiding is my specialty and gold is my prize.”
“OK, so you and Miller go down, scout it out, and come back and report to us what is going on.”
Dragunov and Miller stepped forward while Rhazet and Dawnstalker stayed behind. After a while of going down the windy hill they finally reached the camp which was set up on a flat on the mountain.
“Hmmm… seems as if they are some monster type. They don’t look like anything I have seen before.”
“Heh, I wonder if they have treasure. I want their gold, and treasure.”
“I hear some screams coming from inside the tent, it sounds like a lady.”
“Oh, so one of them is doing the dip-dip dance?”
“This could be bad, let’s go back and tell them of our findings.”
They travel back up the mountain, away from the horrors of the camp.
“It seems as if this encampment was set up by some monsters of some type. They don’t look totally monstrous though. They have some Halfling quality to them. Sounds like they spoke in the tongue of goblin too. We could hear screams of young ladies on the inside.”
Rhazet rubs his chin, “It is settled, we will go down at night and see what is going on. We will fight if we have to, but if we can pass through without conflict then that is good. If you wonder why we leave at night and not now, most of them will most likely be sleeping.”
“Yea, but if they are part goblin they are nocturnal, hating sun light.”
“They could be hybrids, the part of them that is Halfling could negate that.”
“Hmmm… a sick type of hybrid. So maybe that is why they have the girls. To breed with other human races. Those humanoids want to start a hybrid army. Well we need to save those girls now.”
“Ladies are in danger, I must go now, no need to wait until nightfall.”
“Dawnstalker, if you leave now you will get us killed.”
“Shut up Dragunov, if ladies are in danger they need their hero to save them. I will not stand back as these ladies are tampered with by these foul abominations.”
Dragunov grabs Dawnstalker by the collar slamming him into the side of the mountain, “You will not jeopardize your life, as well as ours. There are plenty more ladies out there. We can move at night like the plan.”
“Fine, I will stay, but I get first dibs on the ladies.”
“What ever, you can have your dibs,” he lets go of Dawnstalker sitting down.
They rest until nightfall, hoping to gain a surprise on the little commune below. They creep silently down the hill until the camp is just visible. Visible enough not to be noticed by any of the camps inhabitants.
“Alright, the ones whom can hide, you should take to the shadows and creep. Dawnstalker, I will cast a spell on us which will keep us invisible to the naked eye. We will get a feel for what is going on first, and then we will meet up here and devise a plan. Just don’t do any actions that will get you noticed Dawnstalker, or it may disrupt the spell.”
Dragunov and Miller take to the shadows, staying near dark objects, sneaking behind the monstrous people. They peak into a tent where talking can be heard. They spy a group of girls, all whom have no clothes.
“I like this very much,” Miller rubs his hands together smiling, “In fact I think I will go claim me one of them now,” he proceeds forward.
Dragunov grabs his shoulder pulling him back slightly, “Don’t be stupid. We don’t know what is going on yet. This could be some sort of a trap. Let’s listen in on what they have to say first.”
Three girls are talking, one of whom is blonde, another with auburn hair, and the other with long black hair.
“What do they want with us?” the blonde says shaking her head.
“I don’t know, they are quite disgusting. The way they lick their lips as they look at us.” Says the dark haired one disgusted.
“I believe I bare one of their seeds.” Says the one with auburn hair holding her stomach, “They take you to this tent in the center where they hold you down and this big disgusting man has his way with you, and on to the next.”
All the girls in the tent shudder and scream. They seem to be very riled up now. Some are crying, others are wishing they were dead or back home with their family whom was slaughtered by the beasts as they were captured.
“So what do you plan to do?” asks the blonde.
“What can I do? We are prisoners, we do what they say or we die. I have watched them kill and eat ones who disobey their command.”
Again sobbing could be heard from inside the tent.
“I can listen to no more, come on, let’s go Miller.”
Miller and Dragunov leave from the presence of the tent to head back where they were told to meet up.
“Where are all the ladies? All I have seen are tents filled with these monsters. This is not humble to the eyes. This disgusts me.”
“Quiet, you don’t want them to hear your incessant babbling about where the ladies are. Let’s get to the root of this first. See that big tent in the center?”
“Yea, what about it?”
“It looks like it may be important. Should we go check it out?”
“Couldn’t hurt, we are invisible aren’t we?”
“Has anyone noticed you yet?”
“No…”
“Then it seems my spell has worked.”
Rhazet and Dawnstalker head toward the large tent. Inside a deep voice can be heard talking.
“This will be good. We will have all in which we need for our soldiers. Imagine warriors that could fight like orcs in the sunlight. Imagine scouts as sneaky as goblins able to fire a bow while the sun shines. With the breeding of monster and human blood we will have our super army. Our army will conquer the bounty the human races have taken from us. They have given us nothing but the under ground caverns, and years of this has set our eyes so we may not look properly in the day light.”
*Sniff* *Sniff* “I can smell the impure flesh of men.”
“Well then again, we are amongst the woman of their races.”
“No, this smells of a man. More of a brutish smell than that of their woman.”
“Pssst… move out now.”
“It is alright, my spell will keep them from seeing us.”
“They can smell us, they can follow our scent.”
“Alright, lets go back to where we need to meet up. Better safe than sorry.”
Dawnstalker and Rhazet go to where they were going to meet up with Dragunov and Miller. When they all meet up they discuss what they have seen. After discussing what they have seen they begin to devise a plan.
“Since we know the basic layout of their camp we can take out portions of their army. Then we can set the girls free. Maybe Maria is amongst them.”
“Well, we are still invisible, so we could pull off some distractions while you shoot arrows from the shadows.”
“Let’s start off with this tent; it is sort of out of the way. Rhazet and I will look inside for you.”
They explore the tent, only to find a few of the monsters inside. Dawnstalker grabs one of the monsters shoving it into the other two. Outside the tent they can hear a small battle on the inside of the tent. Moments later Dragunov and Rhazet emerge unscathed.
“I thought you wanted me to fire some arrows?”
“There weren’t many of them, this was easy.”
“Well onto the next tent then?”
Rhazet nods. They go to tent, closer toward the center.
Dragunov whistles real quick, “I have a plan,” the party stops to turn to him, “I could go find out where the ladies are, bring them to safety, while you take fire from this pit and throw torches onto the tents. This way we can do less fighting.”
“You know that doesn’t sound like a half bad idea? I could shoot them with my bow.”
“And I can jump out behind them to stab them in their backs.”
“Just don’t light the tent in the center on fire. We might need that one to find out what is going on. It appeared their leader was in there.”
“Alright, I am going now, wish me luck. I wish you luck also,” he runs off hoping to liberate the ladies from their evil captivity. He wants them to escape because he feels it is his duty to help out a lady or ladies in this case which are in distress.
“Grab a few torches from the basket right there, we shall light the tents on fire. This will cause a distraction so Dawnstalker can help those girl’s escape,” Dragunov takes a torch and holds it over a fire. Miller and Rhazet do the same. They walk from tent to tent lighting them on fire and throwing the torches onto tents further in the camp. They then run to hide out to watch the chaos erupt.
“Heh, look at them all run like children from beatings. This would be a good time to get into the battle,” Miller disappears into the shadows of the night.
Dragunov readies his bow, he seems to be moving it steady over a target he has locked on. Rhazet raises his hands chanting a spell. Miller slowly creeps from shadow to shadow sneaking his way over to a group of the monsters. He slowly comes up behind two who are putting fire out and stabs them in the back quickly. Dragunov releases a few arrows taking down a few of them. A couple balls of light fly from Rhazet’s hands going toward individual targets. The monsters run around in panic wondering where the attack is coming from.
“Looks like we got the surprise on them, eh Dragunov?”
“Yes it does, it looks like we can handle this. Hopefully Dawnstalker gets out of here with those girls alright. Hey, where did Miller go by the way?”
“I don’t know, he can seem to slip into the shadows pretty easily, it is almost like he isn’t even there.”
“He can sure hide better than me. I wonder what his trick is. Oh well.”
Miller appears behind another monster this time running both daggers across its neck. He lets its dead body down gently. Dragunov and Rhazet watch Miller in amazement as he can remain unseen and then strike with lethal precision returning to the land of the hidden. Dragunov lets an arrow fly, catching one of them in the head. Miller looks in their direction grinning.

(This is where the story sort of cuts off, I didn't write anymore from here, I am not quite sure as to why. The campaign obviously went much further and the party had many more quests, but please tell me what you think of this story so fr relating to the party, and if I should continue it or not?)

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Do you mind if I put this in an in-game book for people to read?

With maybe a funny little twist like a low level sleep spell effect?

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In what way do you plan on using the 'sleep spell' effect? Does the story put the character to sleep while they read the book? That would be quite interesting I suppose. But the real question is, did you sit and read the whole story I type out? (All two chapters of it)

[Loudent2]

It would be a charged use item. not a sleep when read. Kinda like a useful newbie tool like the rod of frost.

But no, I did not read it

[mammothtruk]

hehe I was thinking you use the item and put yourself to sleep