Skratch Cinematic Universe

Blue and his boys 1/? (DnD Oc's)

"There's no way we're naming our party after you, we're not even all boys!" She yelled at him as he suggested another name for their group.

"Oh come on i'm practically the leader anyways, and that's sexist you can be boys if you want to," He responded with a smirk.

"Just because you said that i'm making it my soul mission to become the actual leader," The last player to arrive said as he sat down at their table.

"Yeah good luck, plus no name you come up with is gonna beat 'blue and his boys'" their 'non-leader' bragged.

"Any name you come up with will beat that," One of the players said returning to his phone immediately to drown out the bickering that followed.

"Great now that all of you are here we can go ahead and start the session," The Dm said, projecting his voice around the table so that all six players could hear.

"Woo yeah," A player jokingly cheered, pumping their fist in the air. the other players shushed them and bade for the DM to continue.

"Let's have y'all introduce your characters, yeah?" The dungeon master told them, his face curled into a smile and he began transporting the players into the world that he had created just for them.

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"Tackit don't slouch," His father chastised. Tackit fixed his posture until he was sat like a stick.

"Well don't sit like that you'll hurt your back," His father told him again. Tackit let his body relax into a more natural position but his mind stayed just as tense.

His father smiled at him and kept eating. Tackit joined him and indulged in the very same dish that he had had for the last 21 years. A wooden bowl full of broth and vegetables. Meat was only provided during the winter as the temple never grew vegetables during that season. Tackit couldn't wait for winter.

The meal was eaten in silence, like they always were. Well until a junior priestess sprinted in then, suddenly remembering where she was,  briskly walked into the room.

"Father there is a problem, it is urgent," The young priestess spoke out of breath.

"Speak child," Father spoke, the woman didn't even spare Tackit a glance before she complied.

"Talula was spotted riding away into the forest half an hour ago," she spoke, father paled.

"Has there been any sign she will return?"

"No father,"

"Alright you may leave," Father told the girl and she walked out of the room. Then he spun his attention on Tackit.

"You must go, my son, bring back your sister,"

"Yes Father," Tackit answered, obediently bowing his head.

Him and Father walked out together and Tackit was accompanied all the way to the stables where he was sent on his way. The entire time he felt and thought nothing original. People said that he must be scared, and once they did he was scared like a switch had been flicked. Father told him to have courage and like that the fear was gone. As he rode away from the temple those implanted emotions faded away.

Shit, was Tackit's first thought once away from the temple's influence.

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The prison cell was darker, but significantly cleaner than the last one Blue had been in. The rats in these cells were average sized and a bit thin from the lack of food, also known as the lack of prisoners dying in their cells. Blue made a lap of the cell and found a dry spot next to one of the walls to sit down. The waiting that came after that was easy. He tricked his own eyes into perceiving a deck of cards and the time flew.