Inferno

Prologue: Volara

Authors Notes: So, i started writing this a year ago, a while before I got into D&D but I've never published it. But then my girlfriend (@AleashaClark) read it and motivated me to share it. So here it is, a wondrous tale that exists only on paper at the moment. I'll try to write a chapter or so every week, but then again, who knows? *Cracks knuckles* Let's do this.

On a more serious note, please try to comment. Helps me know what I'm doing write (pun!) and what I'm doing wrong.

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Volara

"Scatter", whispered Volara Sidunt, Felyne leader of the Rogues, the local thieves guild. Horse's clopping alerted him to the Citadel Knights drawing close.

"I shouldn't be here," Volara thought to himself,"this guild has relied on me for FIVE years and this is where it ends? Caught on a routine heist....and for what? Some little glyph?"

But it wasn't just some little glyph that was etched on his shoulder. It was much more....

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The day before, Volara had been planning that very job. At the library (the only place he could work in peace), Volara noted that a girl around his age, in a long, wispy white dress, with the keen ears that defined the elf race, was staring at him. "I don't have time for this," he sighed to himself. For a felyne, Volara was ruggedly handsome, if Felynes could be called handsome. Tawny brown fur with flecks of blonde spread over a lithe form and a face that could terrify a giant or allure the highest noble's daughter, all this only served to compliment his air of.....superiority. What Volara didn't know was that this particular girl was in fact, a priestess of the Goddess Ka.

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"Excuse me young man, a moment of your time?" The girl spoke softly to Volara.

"Young? I'm as old as you, she-elf," Volara scoffed but then as he looked more intently at her, he noticed a small necklace, shaped in the omega symbol, the symbol only worn by the high ranking priestesses of Ka.

Flustered, Volara quickly apologized,"Forgive me, Priestess, I meant no disrespect." Volara may be a thief but he wasn't stupid, Ka and her priestesses were a force not to be trifled with.

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"Now to do what I was sent to," The priestess whispered in an almost husky voice as she touched Volara's right shoulder. The touch left a heat in him, but not one of lust, rather, his shoulder felt as if it was burning. Brushing her hand away, Volara looked at his shoulder and to his surprise, etched into his fur was a mark he did not recognize.....

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