A/N
This is essentially a mix of Roro oneshots now without a real defined plot. I'm trying to reach the lore in @trash-bandits 's story which would end up in me potentially making one shots of our characters if anyone would be interested. Also I love reading back the older A/Ns and older parts and just thinking to myself "this kid-_-" anyway ON WITH THE STORY!
Smoke.
It was everything corrupting her lungs infiltrating the few meagre breaths she had barely managed to desperately inhale as her forest green converse hit the leafy ground.
Her messily cut ginger hair flew out behind her like a herd of wild geese had been given vague directions to somewhere they really shouldn't be going, as she did her best to soak back into her element.
Well to the best of her ability with the most dangerous orc of all time and history behind her chanting her motto in a language even she couldn't understand.
"GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME YOU DISSAPOINTMENT OF AN EXCUSE FOR AN ORC!"
She desperately clambered up a nearby tree, allowing her bodies momentum to swing her up the branches before coming to a halt on the highest branch her nimble limbs would allow her to safely get too.
"You foul bastard elf thinking you could ever beat me in this game. I am the master of all games perhaps even the dungeon master if you'd be willing to refer to me as so. I run this game and I will win it. I am more than you could ever dream off but less then a bee."
Roro just crouched in semi shocked silence watching as their rather poetic arch nemesis attempted to climb the tree.
"Damn dude are you a poet or something?"
Little did she know the effects of that comment.
Little did she know soon her young face would reflect the wars she had faced due to his actions.
"You may have won this time young elf but remember. I always have the top trump."
As he turned and walked away back through the smoke Roro clutched at her face.
Some people say X marks the treasure.
Roro says they never liked their nose enough to call it a treasure.
As the blood trickled through their freckled hands a few words replayed in their mind.
Words I shall not be repeating for my own mother would blush if she knew I was repeating.
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Dungeons and Dragons: The Young Traveller
خيال (فانتازيا)After a horrible attack, a young wanderer travels the world, finds friends, enemies and adventures. This story is written by my friend Penners but as she doesn't have Wattpad she has asked me to upload her story to my account, so no credit goes to m...
