This Party is Lit! 《《o(≧◇≦)o》 A D&D Inspired Adventure

Prologue

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

𝕥ꫝⅈડ ρꪖ𝕣𝕥ꪗ ⅈડ ꪶⅈ𝕥! 《《ꪮ(≧◇≦)ꪮ》》

ꪖ ᦔ&ᦔ ꪖᦔꪜꫀꪀ𝕥ꪊ𝕣ꫀ

「ＰＲＯＬＯＧＵＥ」

I heard a loud crash downstairs and got up from my bed. I blended with darkness to hide myself from any danger.

An intruder? A thief?

I scoffed. Aside from this two-storey house nothing my family owns is of value. My brother and I rob for a living. Who the f*ck would rob robbers?

I figured I should get myself a weapon to defend myself with, so I rushed to the kitchen.

As I do, I hear heavy breathing. I continue to lurk from the shadows until I see two figures.

My brother and my father.

Except that this isn't exactly a great family scene since my father is on the ground, while my brother is on top of him, stabbing him repeatedly.

"What the f*ck, Arrlo?"

Arrlo stopped and looked at me. His blonde hair is disheveled. His and father's hair are blonde while my late mother's and I's are black. Usually, I would make a joke about how his hair looks like mustard. Now I would've said that it looks like it was splattered with ketchup. But it's real blood. He has our father's blood splattered all over his face. He looks tired.

"He took our money and... and," he said, out of breath, "used it for gambling." He continued, "I... I saw him and followed him, and when I asked about it he lied."

"Argos, you have to believe me." He looked at me with pleading eyes. "He got angry at me and hit me. He hit me, Argos, he hit me! I figured it would be better for us if he's gone."

I kneeled and hugged my brother. My poor brother. He's too young to experience all this.

"Arrlo, do you remember my promise to you?" I looked at him in the eye. "We'll be living in a mansion made out of gold. There we'll have a lot of food and we can feast all we want."

I put my hand on Arrlo's shoulder.

"We'll get out of here."

A sudden knock on the door was heard. It was not friendly.

"It's time to pay now!" The knocking becomes louder, so is the voice. "Boss won't be happy if you continue to avoid us!"

I groaned. That's one more reason this person deserves death. Sounds like one of the moneylenders' minions who terrorize the vendors from the marketplace. They put on their happy faces lending money, then show their true colors when they collect more than agreed upon, ultimately getting the collateral.

I motioned my brother to hurry upstairs. He hesitated at first. I squeezed his shoulder and whispered, "There are some copper coins under the mattress of my bed, get them and everything else you need. Escape through the window in my room. Next full moon we'll meet at the usual spot."

Arrlo nodded and handed me the knife he was holding. I hope the blood didn't make this brittle.

Just as Arrlo fled, I hid under a curtain and the door was kicked open. A large bald man emerged and looked around.

"I smell blood." He went into the kitchen and saw the puddle of blood, as well as my father's body.

"This is bad. Boss will surely be furious," he said as he observed the body. He scanned the area. Once, then twice. At one moment I froze since I thought he was looking at me directly, but then he turned his eyes down and walked around the kitchen.

Once he was in front of my hiding spot, he paused, turned his back, warmed up his shoulders and punched the spot where my head was.

F*ck, I bent my knees just in time to dodge it.

I scrambled across the floor and tried to make a run for it, but he grabbed my shirt and slammed me across the counter.

Crack. It might've broken my back. This bald man is hella big and hella strong.

He grabbed me by the neck and hoisted me upwards.

I struggled and stabbed him with the knife I was holding. The man let go of me instinctively.

Any second longer he would've choked me to death. I ran as fast as I could to the front door, only to collide with another man. He has dreadlocks and looks very mad.

This time I dodged late. The man with dreadlocks kicked and I took a blow to my right. My whole body was thrown sideways by a single kick. I crashed on the windows and landed outside the house. Shards of glass scattered everywhere. I think my shoulder got dislocated, and I'm not sure if my ribcage is alright.

I lay on the ground and spat blood.

The men approached me like predators.

"Boss will be taking the house but you made a mess out of it, you know?" the man with dreadlocks said.

"Maybe you could make it up to us by selling your organs, not that they would be of use when you're dead," the bald man said.

"Any last words?"

I looked at the moon. Well, this is how I die.

"If I had known that I'd die today I would've eaten my favorite food," I said, tears rolling down my cheeks.

I have to keep these men occupied for some time for my brother to escape successfully. I have to be sure he does.

"I love carbonara," I said.

I blinked and continued, "When mother was alive, she used to make us spaghetti."

"White spaghetti."

The men looked at each other.

"I love it."

"Mom's spaghetti."

I closed my eyes and braced for impact.

Instead I saw runes. I tried to open my eyes but was blinded by bright light and so are the men above me.

Right then and there I disappeared into the darkness.

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