DrOfDemonology

Chapter 4
There were a lot of tavern tales of valiant bands of adventurers heading into the wilds on noble quests or braving deep dungeons in search of treasure and glory. They defeat the monsters and overcome obstacles, succeeding where all others before them have failed. In the Flanaess these adventuring parties typically contain several people: a good number of fighters to battle monsters; a cleric to heal their wounds and ward off undead; a thief to deal with the dungeon’s locks and traps; and a wizard to handle the magic. Sometimes there’s a specialist such as a ranger or bard for a bit of variety.
    The adventuring parties never consist of just two mages and a cat.
    Cerathonil was very eager and excited but Garadun had his doubts. In any case they weren’t simply going to rush off into the Blue without a plan. When they returned to the Sleepy Dragon, they had a relaxing dinner and then took it easy before turning in for the night.

Chapter 3
The University of Magical Arts was a pyramid, a smooth three-sided structure without any visible entrances. At the very top was a big metal sphere on a thick pole that gave off discharges of excess magic and also acted as a lightning rod. The building was bordered on all three sides by a stone wall, and on either side of this wall was a lot of greenery: thick grass and trees and shrubs. There was no gate to be found anywhere along the wall. If someone were to scale it (which had been done by the curious) they wouldn’t find any means of entry into the edifice. The answer was simple enough: the way was hidden by magic. This was a wizarding college, after all. Garadun led Cerathonil across the grounds outside the pyramid, Bigby at his side. He eventually came to a stop about halfway along the western wall.
    “Afternoon, Hickorystick,” he said, affectionately patting the trunk of a hickory tree before turning his attention to the wall.

Chapter 2
Cerathonil woke the following morning and found herself lying in bed. Her memories at first were rather fuzzy. Had she only dreamt that she’d left home? She soon realised that the ceiling above her wasn’t her own, nor was the bed she was in. Then, all at once, she remembered her catastrophic midair rematerialisation, and her fear and panic just before she crashed onto a roof. After that, everything was a blank.
    “Where am I?” she muttered in Elven, to no-one in particular.
    “Oh good, you’re awake,” said a voice in Common, sounding pleased. “I don’t know if you can understand me, but I don’t speak Elven. Wish I did, though.”
    Cerathonil sat up and saw a human man sitting on a chair next to a small table, onto which he was placing a book. She didn’t know nearly enough about humans as she’d like, so she couldn’t assess his age properly. There

Chapter 1
Carefully poking her nose above the windowsill, Bigby gave a good sniff. It had been a little challenging to sort out all the different smells, but someone was definitely cooking lamb kebabs. The kind that’d been marinated for a long time and had all those tasty herbs and spices on them. Yum.
    With her claws extended, she clung to the brickwork with all four paws and lifted her head just high enough to get a view of the kitchen. Two hearths, several work tables, a pair of sinks, assorted utensils, endless pots and pans, and all sorts of food everywhere in various stages of preparation. Where was the head chef? There he was: mixing something in a bowl. One assistant over by the sinks, another at the bread oven, and a kitchen maid peeling potatoes. Everyone had their backs to the window, so Bigby climbed onto the sill with all the stealth she could manage. She sniffed again, her nose helping her sharp eyes: there. The long table where the staff

Foreword
In the multiverse, there are an infinite number of planes, an infinite number of realities where people of different species go about their lives, most utterly oblivious to the fact that such an infinite number of possibilities exist. For those who do know, this knowledge is more often than not considered to be too mind-bendingly overwhelming to think about and they do their best to ignore it, usually over a hot cup of tea.
    But this story is not about any such people.
    The ones in this story are completely unaware that they have lived many different lives, being reborn again and again, destined to be the best of friends, bosom buddies, two peas in a pod… you get the idea. Their names are Cera and Garadun. These names were given to them when they first came into being and they’ve been stuck with them in one form or another throughout all their various lives.
    Let it not be said that Fate doesn’t have a sens