No Storm Lasts Forever, a DND inspired story, by Allan Concillado

Chapter One: Nightstone, Part Five

     The party left the bar and headed towards the mansion on foot. It was north on their map. As they approached the bridge, Phil told them about his theory of what is going on.

     "Here's one of my theories. The first one seems logical. Goblins invaded the town and made it their home. We've seen goblins everywhere, in the church, the house, and at the town in general." He pointed where they saw the goblins. Everyone nodded in agreement, since they didn't have a better idea. "But, that doesn't explain how and why the town became so... distraught, so destroyed by huge boulders."

     They arrived at the destroyed bridge and saw what he meant. A huge boulder laid at the bottom of the crater. Obsidian shards were scattered everywhere. With close inspection, they could see a huge mark of a hand on the stone.

     "And here's my second theory, giants invaded this land for an unknown reason. Who knows, maybe it was to expand their territory or just for fun." He looked down at the crater. The huge boulder was still smoking. This attack on the town was very recent.

     A yelp of pain came from the dragonborn in the back. He stepped on an obsidian shard and started to hop around on one foot, stepping on even more shards and finally falling on his bum.

     "Oh yeah," Phil began with a smirk, "be careful, obsidian shards are sharp." Sorvex started to pick some up. And put them in his pocket. He went over to the dragonborn and pulled the shards out of his feet as Slayer screamed in pain.

     "Sush! You don't want to awaken another horde of goblins, do you?" Sorvex told Slayer jokingly. Slayer took it very seriously and shut his jaw.

     "Okay, let's start building." Phil said. They unloaded the building supplies out of their bags and started to build.

     Back at the motel, Riley watched over Ledias. She was sleeping peacefully. She's hot, Riley lustfully said in his mind. "Why do Paladins have to be so hot?" he mumbled. His hands reached forward slowly, wondering if what Ace said about her being flat was really true. He's never touched a female's breast before. It will be the time of his life, or so he thought.

     Ledias opened her eyes to see Riley's hand hovering over her. "What are you doing?" she asked. Riley's face turned red as he fumbled for a towel to put over her head.

     "N-nothing! I was just checking your temperature! H-here's a cold towel for your head." He placed the towel on her head. She smiled softly.

     "Thanks, Riley." She said. She closed her eyes and whispered a prayer. Her body glowed slightly and she winced a little in pain. Ledias opened her eyes and stared at Riley with cold eyes. "Why do you want to steal them?" She asked with a serious tone.

     "What do you mean?" Riley raised his hands and gave a fake smile. His hands twitched towards his dagger. He would get those hands no matter what.

     A while back when Riley wondered on his own through the deserted town, he encountered an old lady wearing black clothes, holding a staff that was as red as the blood in his veins. He reached for his dagger but the old lady raised her palm, signaling him to wait.

     The moment Riley hesitated, The demon named Legion entered him unexpectedly. His arms became limp and he dropped his daggers. To Riley, it was like watching someone take control of his own body, like he was watching in the back tied up with chains.

     "You know what to do..." the old lady said. Her body disappeared into the shadows, as the demon known as Legion possessed Riley and headed towards the bar.

     Legion is the name of the demon who held seven of his kind in one soul and body. Each demon was an "expert" at a different sin. The demon savored his freedom to do whatever he pleased.