Loth
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Cye finally stopped gaping at him, and shook his head. “I’m not going to kill you,” he promised. He dropped his sack to the floor and dug around awkwardly in the leather pouch slung around his body. He had a lock picking set, but he also had that key he’d lifted from the troll’s body the day before. Sighing as he finally found the thing, he got close enough to the creature to fumble the key into his hand, then stood back with his knife at the ready, holding the torch aloft so that the creature could find the keyhole. A few moments later, the metal collar dropped away from the being’s neck and Cye saw what looked like tar or soot smeared on the creature’s throat.
He half expected the creature to bolt or maybe try and attack him. Instead, the being let out a long, tired sigh and fainted.
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A collection of stories (*cough* porn *cough*) written for and about mine and my girlfriend's DnD characters. They don't relate to any campaigns, just pure self indulgence. Enjoy!
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- Part 1 of DnD Drabbles
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Loth è un fatato ed è un reduce di guerra: nella lotta contro gli umani ha perso un'ala e ora non può più volare. Per una libellula, un fatato alato, non c'è cosa peggiore al mondo che essere inchiodati a terra e lui è disposto a tutto pur di poter librarsi di nuovo in aria.
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Primo lavoro originale che pubblico qui! Buona lettura e siate clementi! :D- Language:
- Italiano
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The Great assembly and collapse of The Shelter In The Sky by Gliss
Fandoms: bleh - Fandom
14 Aug 2025
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So, ummm this my first ever writing and this has no fandom I just wanted to write the lore of my story before I forget heh...
ANYWAYS If u are here reading this I hope you enjoy it :D
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Her champions wake in the realm of dreams, dazed and slow, naked as the day they were born. Splayed across Lolth’s altar, they’ve no idea what’s to come. Such sweet little vessels they’ll make.