Firenze11

Prologue – 2034 Y.E. – Lukion “You can do this my warmth,” Lukion whispered to his wife. He struggled to ignore everything around him. How the ceiling of the normal sized room soared far over his head. How there were bars around them instead of friends and a midwife. He pushed all that away and focused only on his beautiful wife. “Breathe with me. In and out. In and out. Now push.” Pyrrha’s face, normally a dark orangish red, turned purple with effort. Blood flowed from her mouth as she bit her lip, forcing herself to remain silent. They couldn’t make any loud noise, or else their captor might realize that she had gone into labor. If he realized that too soon, then all would be lost. They had to deliver their son before he came back. They only needed a few moments alone with the child to give him the first and most important gift a parent could give. The only gift that Pyrrha and Lukion would be able to give their child. After all it was Eil himself, using parents, who gave a child

“Stupid midget giant.” Evan glanced around the boulder he was hiding behind and nearly got his head taken off by a rock the size of his fist. The boss was a nephilim. A juvenile giant that looked like a stone grey overgrown ten-year-old. This one was about seven feet tall, and they got bigger as they got older. It was guarding the entrance to the exit portal that Evan needed to leave this dungeon. The boulder at Evan’s back shook as the giant threw a rock at it. So far, this dungeon hadn’t been too bad. It had just been nephilim like this mob. That’s what they called the dungeon guards, mobs. Unlike this mob, the others were slow and easy to predict. Therefore, easy to take down. This one was nearly as fast as Evan himself, though thankfully it used the same attack patterns as the others. Evan took a breath, nodded to himself, and moved. He feinted left, then dashed right, around the boulder. The boss fell for his feint and the rock flew left of the boulder. Evan sprinted for the

Tom took a deep breath, and released it. “Here goes nothing.” He reached up and knocked on the ornately carved wooden door. He was pleased he could reach it, proof that this was a halfling home. The knocks echoed back into the large house, and Tom forced himself to not get too worried yet. Tom couldn’t believe his luck in landing this job. He had just been looking for something to keep himself busy and make a little extra money this summer. What he had found though was nothing short of amazing. The ad had been simple: “In search of babysitter for six year old boy. Pay is negotiable. Discretion required. If interested please contact Mr. and Mrs. Louis Carnahan.”  Tom actually had quite a reputation as a babysitter around his town. He was a halfling, so all the kids loved to play with him because he was around their size. Alright, technically he was usually quite a bit smaller than them, even though most of them were halflings like him. But he had a way with kids, so they never just

The halfling’s face was the first thing the giant remembered after he was born. Giant whelps are born able to walk and talk, thanks to spending nearly five years in their mother’s wombs. The walking is more of an instinct than anything else. But the talking comes from listening to their mothers speak, and eventually even being able to talk back to her. The whelp had been expecting to see his mother’s face first upon entering world outside his mother. Instead, he saw the face of someone that was even smaller than he was. That was what stood out the most to him about the man. Giant whelps are usually born between three and four feet tall. He was particularly tall and this halfling was particularly short. Not even three feet tall. He was already a full head taller than the halfling was. “Master,” the halfling spoke, as he approached the whelp with something in his hands. This was the first voice he heard outside of his mother. The halflings voice was quiet and soft. It didn’t shake

Spoiler Warning/Author's Note So! I got bored one day and was like, "Hey, I'm going to play through a bit DnD module with my characters from my homunculus story! Because that will be fun." Then I did. I decided to start sharing it today because today's my birthday and I wanted to do something fun for y'all. However, let it be known that I certainly did not come up with the main story plot for this. It is in fact based on The Lost Mines of Phandelver module that was made and published by Wizards of the Coast. So if you don't want spoilery stuff for that module, you probably shouldn't read this. Other than that, I hope you enjoy it! Firenze11 --- Day 1 – Zac “Are we there yet?” Zac whined. They’d been on this trail forever! Worse, they hadn’t run into a single highwaymen or monster. The fourteen-year-old looked like a human, currently. He had tanned skin with deep red hair, and stood a bit above five feet tall. The maul hanging loosely and easily on his back proved that he was

Prologue – 2034 Y.E. – Lukion “You can do this my warmth,” Lukion whispered to his wife. He struggled to ignore everything around him. How the ceiling of the normal sized room soared far over his head. How there were bars around them instead of friends and a midwife. He pushed all that away and focused only on his beautiful wife. “Breathe with me. In and out. In and out. Now push.” Pyrrha’s face, normally a dark orangish red, turned purple with effort. Blood flowed from her mouth as she bit her lip, forcing herself to remain silent. They couldn’t make any loud noise, or else their captor might realize that she had gone into labor. If he realized that too soon, then all would be lost. They had to deliver their son before he came back. They only needed a few moments alone with the child to give him the first and most important gift a parent could give. The only gift that Pyrrha and Lukion would be able to give their child. After all it was Eil himself, using parents, who gave a child

“Stupid midget giant.” Evan glanced around the boulder he was hiding behind and nearly got his head taken off by a rock the size of his fist. The boss was a nephilim. A juvenile giant that looked like a stone grey overgrown ten-year-old. This one was about seven feet tall, and they got bigger as they got older. It was guarding the entrance to the exit portal that Evan needed to leave this dungeon. The boulder at Evan’s back shook as the giant threw a rock at it. So far, this dungeon hadn’t been too bad. It had just been nephilim like this mob. That’s what they called the dungeon guards, mobs. Unlike this mob, the others were slow and easy to predict. Therefore, easy to take down. This one was nearly as fast as Evan himself, though thankfully it used the same attack patterns as the others. Evan took a breath, nodded to himself, and moved. He feinted left, then dashed right, around the boulder. The boss fell for his feint and the rock flew left of the boulder. Evan sprinted for the

1 – 6 A.M. Monday, September 26th, 2050 Tore dashed up to the edge of the boss room and bowed low to his mistress. He was only wearing shorts, with sandals that wrapped up the shins, leaving his bare knees on the rough ground under him. The corrupted fey giant before him only allowed that bit of clothing, and bits and pieces of leather armor mostly on his arms. According to her, anything more ruined the view. His mistress towered over him. She didn’t allow him or his brothers to ever grow taller than she was, meaning that they were always a lower tier than she was. Her ashen grey skin was testament to her corruption, as was the madness in her eyes. “Mistress.” Tore announced his presence. He had to speak loudly to make sure she could hear him. She was not good at listening for her vassals. Sure enough, his mistress started a bit when he spoke. She held up a hand to her heart and looked at him with wide eyes. “Tore, my darling, didn’t I task you with guarding the entrance?” Tore

3 – 6:15 A.M. Monday, September 26th, 2050 Tore crashed into the ground face first, and the pain drove everything else out of his mind for a moment. But only a moment, as he felt someone step on the middle of his back. “Mistress?” Tore asked. “You dare speak to me?” Shel asked quietly. “After what you almost did?” Tore opened his mouth to apologize, but Shel moved her foot to the back of Tore’s head shoving it into the gravel. Tore’s mouth slammed shut, rattling his teeth. “No.” Shel said. “You will not speak. I gave you an order, and you refused to follow it. I don’t care how close you are to these mobs.” Shel waved at Tore’s hand which was clutching his brothers’ mob crystals. “They are tools, just like you are. They are a means to get me what I want, just like you are. Because of you, I almost died in my top tier equipment. Do you have any idea how much that would have set me back?” Tore had learned his lesson. He kept his eyes on the ground and didn’t move an inch or make a