DND-lovers-club

Thomson stared at where Braxtons body was, he dug into his bag pulling out a crescent flower that got inside while he was swimming. “Rest” Thomson whispered, laying the flower on the pillar. He then turned, walking down the altar steps meeting up with the group who were discussing something. “Is something wrong?” Thomson asked noticing the concerned faces. “We don’t know how we even get out of here” The tiefling said while looking around. The tiefling noticed the crack in the glass above slowly start expanding loud enough to alert everyone. “That can’t be good” Thomson said backing up closer to the doors they came through. “No shi-” Zorloft sarcastically retorted being cut off by the ceiling starting to break sending glass, dirt, and rocks below. “We have to get out soon or this won’t only be Braxtons tomb” Zorloft said running for the doors. Both pillars next to the doors started to crumble as they started to collapse falling near Zorloft. “Watch out!” Thomson yelled, making Zorloft

“There you are, Where’s Braxton?!, What happened to you all?! And why was the sky blood red with orange lightning!?” Veridon started frantically asking questions as the group arrived back at the camp. The camp had burns around it with some of the tents burnt and the sky losing its red tinge. “Braxton got possessed and died then destroyed the temple, I think that sums it up” Zorloft said taking a swig out of his flask walking past Veridon into his tent. “Is that even true?” Veridon questioned looking back at Zorlofts tent. “Sadly yes ma’am” Xeverin said head down “But we were able to save some treasure” holding out his share of the treasure in both hands. “That will have to do please set them on the table” Veridon said sadly. “As for the rest of you, all though the temple was destroyed, I and the company are very grateful and we will send you home in three weeks giving us enough time to search and recover artifacts.” Veridon said, marking something down on a clipboard. “In the meantime

A young Thomson screams “DON'T DO THIS WE CAN MAKE IT OUT TOGETHER!” as he is knocked into the secret passage outside of the observatory only hearing the men break down the door as fire soon engulfs the observatory burning it to the ground as he watches with tears streaming down his face. Thomson suddenly hears a loud siren as he looks around and he's engulfed by a bright orange light. Thomson suddenly wakes up in a cold sweat, panting with tears in his eyes. He covers his eyes with his arm seeing the light through the door, as he looks for the location of the blaring noise through squinted eyes. He sees his custom made grandfather alarm clock and pulls the chain to shut it up. He rubs his eyes and face trying to remember what he had to do today. The minutes go by until he hears a loud bell ring and a call “seven minutes to leave, once again last chance to board the Voyager'' Thomson's eyes widened “my first adventure, and i'm about to miss it!” He falls out of bed

A young Thomson found himself in the motion of running back to town. “HELP! He screamed until his vocal cords were shredded. He finally made it to the town but there was a large crowd waiting for him. Out of breath he barely was able to scream out “the Observatory was under attack– Dalen is still- inside.” The crowd didn't move, instead had skeptical looks and some even had weapons and tools. Thomson before anything could happen next was woken up by a wooden creaking and wet noise. He moved his hat off his eyes to see a gigantic tentacle looking back at him. It made an attempt to smash into Thomson but he dodged seeing the barrel splinter into the monster's appendage. He looked overboard and wasn't prepared for what he saw next. The whole ship was lifted far above the water and below it was a giant squid with his beak wide open grabbing sailors from the ship and tossing it into its maw. Thomson ran out to the main deck to see his co workers fighting aswell.Thomson dug into