Dnd Mini Stories

Kyra Roseburn

Hi!! This was my very first dnd character, she needed some touch ups so I reimagined her a bit. You might find a slightly similar character in this book named Kylanna. She was my remake of her but I still enjoy Kyra as a character. I hope it's not too edgy and you can enjoy. Kyra is a tiefling rouge arcane trickster.
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Kyra awoke to the sound of sirens, the sun had yet risen. She was shackled in a small 5x5 cage with her sister, Orchid. They laid in waiting for the slave keepers to let them out. They miserly made their way around each holding the keepers barely awake themselves. They would get to work early dawn till dusk working. Tasks were different each day, Orchid and Kyra were in their late teens and as malnourished as they were could barely stand on their feet. Orchid would go on and on about how they needed to get out, Kyra was brought into the slave trade young and doesn't know much outside of it. She never understood why she wanted out so badly. It couldn't be that much better could it? All the workers and other slaves were just as hopeless as Kyra. Other women their age were used as sex toys or to procreate more slaves. Luckily, their owners didn't indulge in such disgusting behavior, but owning slaves was just above the drawn line.  Orchid had a good relationship with the wife of the slave owner, she felt remorse for the girls as she was once in their position. She was able to escape by marrying her slave owner. Still treated like a slave but married. Kyra didn't understand why she tried to make friends until one goring night.

She awoke in her holding cell to the sounds of bloody screams, her vision was blurred as she opened her eyes. Bright visions of fire, she could smell the smoke and feel the heat. It was almost comforting. She snapped to reality, turning to see her sister was no where to be found. She was unchained, she sat up placing her hand on the gate, it swung open. She bolted out, twisting and turning for her sister. The adrenaline rushed in as she continued to run through the camp, people dying at her feet. Gored from the inside out, blade wounded bodies scattered the camp. To her slight easement the bodies she saw were not her sister. She continued running for as long as her body would carry. She came to a sudden halt as one figure was standing amongst a pile of bodies. A hooded figure standing like a statue.

"Hello?..." she quietly croaked. She quietly grew closer to the figure.  She heard silent weeping as she crept closer. The waining growing louder and louder. She was about 10ft away from the being. Her heart pounding in her ear. Everything told her not to get any closer. It sounded so familiar, so odd. It almost echoed in her head. The figure snapped around, bloody weapons drawn towards Kyra. She stumbled back tripping on a body. The bloody blade inches away from her face. The fire like the characters face up. Blood soaked blouse and trousers, tattered showing the struggle of the others defeat. As the fire lit brighter the face of her sister appeared underneath the cloak. She was weeping her eyes looked abyssal black. Face had black veins flowing through. Just enough of a glance for Kyra to freeze. She was petrified. Why would her sister do this? Was this the talk about escaping? Killing all of these people?

"Orchid?...What's wrong with you? Please let me help you!" She trembled. The figure dropped the sword and collapsed. Kyra rushed to her attention, the blackened features disappeared from her face. Just as quickly as it left paleness set in. She felt heat leaving her body.

"NO! No please! Talk to me! We can see someone! We can fix this! Please!" Warm trickles down her cheeks fell onto her sister. She had seen people pass away, but never comprehended what truly happened. The warmth leaving them, watching the life leaving their eyes, feeling their final breath. It's too much. All just so much. Why her? Anyone but her! Sobbing on her sisters lifeless body.  A voice entered her head. Not her own voice, an intruder.

"It's not fair, is it?" The voice echoed in her head. Dazed she brushed it off. Longing for her sister to take a breath again.

"Poor Kyra, you must learn to let things go.  However, I can make things easier." The voiced boomed again drawing her attention.

"Who are you?" She spoke out loud. "How can you make things easier? Did you take her from me? Are you the cruel person that did this?"

Chuckles in her head rang her ears.
"My child take my hand and may things get better for the both of you."

A mist formed before her. A black misty being with no depicting traits other than a hand reaching out. Kyra was hesitant not truly understanding what was going on. She's just a kid. She stared at the hand and then her sister.

"So... if I shake your hand, will you fix everything?" She whimpered.

"Yes child, shake my hand and you will no longer feel pain." The voice spoke. Kyra willing to save her sister. Reached out her hand shaking the misty figure. Her mind went blank. She looked down and the unrecognizable body. She felt tears rolling down her cheek, but for what? She quickly wiped her tears away and pushed the body off of her. She stood up looking at her surroundings. The fire was aggressively approaching fast. Why were all these people dead? Did she kill them? There was a dead person in her lap after all. In a panic she trapped the sword the body carried and sprinted off. Running as long as her legs would let her, until coming to a small town. She didn't know how far she ran but she was exhausted. Her stomach growled at the smell of street food, she followed the smell until getting to the main part of town. The locals looked in shock and terror at her. Blood covered most of her body. The town was silent for hours it felt like. Her vision fell, everything was tingly and blurred. Everything was black.

She awoke in a small white tent dazed she sat up, her body aching. It appeared to be the next morning, her head was pounding. She stumbled up and walked outside the tent. There was a elf woman in a long, white, dress, the woman turned to Kyra and smiled.

"How are you feeling?" She said. Her voice was very soothing almost like flowing water.

"I could be better... thanks for asking." There was a long pause. "So...where am I?"

"You're in the town of West Voros. Oh! My apologies. My name is Neravi, it's a pleasure to meet you. Although, I wish it wasn't under these circumstances." She stated her smile fading slightly.

"I'm Kyra, it's nice to meet you, I should really get going but I'm thankful for your help." She scurried picking up her sword with the rest of her gear. The nurse stopped and stared at the sword in terror before quickly dashing away. Kyra was confused, she noted that the sword was not cleaned off, she stared at the sword for a bit. Something was weird about it, it made her feel numb holding it. She shrugged it off and made her way out of the village. She followed a local map to the capital called Lerano. A giant city known for its mercenary bands and factions. She had a weird longing for this place. Felt that this city would fill this gap in her soul. She wasn't sure how, she's never been here before. Yet, she's always trusted her gut so it should be a good sign, right?

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Hi! I hope you enjoyed! I plan on doing more like these with my other characters. I've considered making a book that's heavily dnd influenced with some of my characters. Lmk what you think! I've always wanted to write but I need to improve. As always thank you!