Your tartan shirt (st Gareth x reader)

The game

"So, you know how to play Dnd?" Asked one of the guys
"Was that not made clear?" I asked with a chuckle.
Dustin suddenly cut in,
"i never introduced you to the rest of the guys, thats Jeff, over there is James, and thats Gareth." I smiled slightly at them. Gareth and i made slight eye contact for a second before Eddie yelling in everyone's ears.
"Lets get started with this campaign!"

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"The hooded cultists chant.." Eddie said reading from the book in front of him.

Everyone sat round the large table, listening to the words intensely. I was sat next to Dustin and Eddie, opposite Gareth.
Eddie continued
"Hail lord Vecna. Hail lord Vecna."
The candles set up around the table just added to the atmosphere. Im glad that I decided to play with these guys.
"They turn to you." Eddie stated
"Remove their hoods.. you recognise most of them from Makbar. But there is one you do not recognise.." he said

I could feel everyone in the room on edge, awaiting Eddies next words. This group was really passionate about this game, its honestly respectable.
Eddie continued to speak spookily
"His skin shriveled.. desiccated! And something else. he's not only missing his left arm.. but his left eye!"
Shock!

"What?!" I exclaimed
"No!!" Yelled James
Everyone clamored. Shouting across the table.
"Vecna's dead!!" Jeff stated angrily
Mike cut in
"Yeah! He was killed by Kas!"
The shouting continued before Eddie smiled and laughed.
"So it was thought my friends, so it was thought. But Vecna, lives!
A constant feeling of dismay and despair washed across the room, as everyone looked inquisitively at Eddie and his book.

We all wondered what the hell was going to happen next.
Eddie speaks again, breaking the tension.
"You are scared, tired, injured. Do you flee Vecna and his cultists?" Everyone in the room shook their heads disapprovingly.
"Or do you stand your ground and fight?"

The room went silent as we all contemplated our options, running away, or fighting. Running away seemed like a coward move.. but possibly wiser. However, our party were sure no pussies.
After some time, Dustin spoke.
"I say we fight.."
"To the death." He said.
Mike and i agreed
"To the death."
We look around the room to see nods of approval.
When we all started to bang hands on the table.
"To the death! To the death!" Eddie laughed and shook his head.
The chanting continued before we finally stopped and got on with it.

We took turns rolling dice, and cheered as more cultists were taken down. And were angered when more of the party members died. Soon, the only players who remain, were Dustin and i.
James hastily called a time out and we all went to huddle in a circle.

Gareth spoke,
"Guys i hate to say this but we have to flee."
"I concur." James said.
I let out a small sigh.
"I'm inclined to agree, its not wise to go on like this." I said solemnly
Dustin frowned at me
"Didn't we just agree to the death??" He said
"That wasn't literal." Gareth threatened

I wanted to stay and fight, i did. But there was no way we were going to roll a 20.
"Vecna just decimated us, theres no way we can kill him with only two players." Jeff said.
"Oh shut up Jeff, you guys are being such pussies, he only has 15 hit points left." Dustin said
"Pussies, really?! Because we're not delusional??" Gareth argued.
"Delusional?? How about not cowards." Dustin said back.

We all turned back around when Eddie called.
"If i may interject gentlemen, Miss hexshot.. whilst I respect the passion, you would be wise to take Gareth the great's concern to heart. There is no shame in running. Don't try to be heroes. Not today."

I held my pointer finger up,
"One second."
"What do you think?" Dustin asked
"How many hit points do you and Hexshot have left?" Mike asked
"12" we chimed.
"Thats risky as hell.." Mike said
"But you're the ones on the battlefield. So its your call."

"What do you say?" I asked, looking at Dustin.
"Do you really have to ask?" He said almost angrily.
I sighed.
"Fuck it. Lets kill this son of a bitch."
I say as we all turn to face Eddie who is smiling to himself.

Gareth spoke
"Are you crazy?? Chances of success are 20-1!"
I smiled calmly at him.
"Never tell me the odds, Gareth."