Thalia-Dawnbringer

Chapter 104 Trial by Fire “Uh...guys...?  I think we made a wrong turn...!” Thalia whimpered as she and her companions found themselves face to face with a massive red dragon.  Just minutes ago, they’d reached a fork in the mountain pas; both trails led to the peak of Mount Galardrym, but which one led to the Fire Giants was unclear.  On a complete whim, Neeshka had taken one of her daggers, and spun it on the ground; the party had taken the path the knife’s blade pointed towards.  Now they were all wishing they’d taken the hilt’s direction instead as the red dragon eyed them with twisted amusement. 

The Demon of the Mirror On the night of a blood red moon, Nine sacrificed souls Shall unlock the doors of Baator. To thee who slew the Nine, Great power shall be gifted unto you, And grant thy heart's desire Till the end of time... ***  "This is the cave we spoke of, my Lady...a dread portal to Undermountain..." Thalia Dawnbringer gazed at the dark mouth of the cave before her, and shuddered as her aura reacted to the darkness that radiated from within.  The fact that it was a lunar eclipse that night didn't help matters either; the blood red moon hung ominously in the night sky above.  She turned to the Waterdhavian farmer who'd

Chapter 15 Life Goes On She had been gone for a total of fifteen weeks - an eternity to him - but now that was in the past; today was to be a day of happiness, one he would make sure would never be forgotten.  The Trickster stood at the foot of the tree, adjusting his white suit for the umpteenth time while the Innocent held a mirror up before him while insisting he looked fine.  Just then, Dog shuffled over to them and whined loudly.  The Trickster glared at him.  "Take a dump here and I'll - "  Dog hightailed it into the woods, nearly knocking King off his feet.  The old clown shook his head as he watched the Trickster examine his wing f

Epilogue Beloved Valor Five years later.... Seated on a green tree stump, Sundara let her fingers delicately pluck the strings of her gold lyre as she sang loud and clear.  Standing beside her, the Trickster accompanied her song with the gentle notes that emerged from his silver flute.  Trapeze, Balance, Uni, and the Dancer sat on the grass around them, listening intently.  The clowns leaned on a nearby log with dreamy expressions on their faces. "So pretty...!" sighed the Pickpocket.  King gave him an irritated shush, disliking the interruption of the lovely song.  The Dancer unconsciously let her head rest on Uni's shoulder, causing t

Chapter 43 The Mastermind As Aria and her companions continued their descent into the Temple of the Singer, the sounds of the waging battle above began to fade into silence.  Darkness surrounded them for several minutes, leaving them all to wonder just how deep they were going.  Then, they all heard a familiar sound...one that, considering their surroundings, didn’t belong there. “What’s that sound?” asked Aria.  “Am I hearing wind and water?” “Sure sounds like it,” said the Trickster, grasping her hand a little tighter.  “We must be getting close to the heart of the temple.”  

Dreaming of You The sun begins to set in the East, Ready to enter her evening rest, Though still shining bright, to say the least. In my haven, I follow her behest. With a flash and a sparkle I light a candle To chase away the growing dark. The pain in my heart is more than I can handle, For in my heart, you've made your mark. I miss your presence in my waking hour, And even more so in my nightly visions. Here I sit, high up in my tower, Evermore debating our decisions. The rising moon begins to sing her nocturne, As I sit here, and await your return.