~XX08~
We walked around the city after disguising ourselves but the atmosphere was too dull and I decided to wake the world up with a nice bellow good morning and a few hits of my Bongos. I thought that my companions would appreciate it more, but they seemed way too worried about being caught. My music can touch many hearts, I see no real reason to be as worried as they were. We did discover that there were walls that seemed to be alive on one of the houses in this unknown city. We peaked inside and it was almost like the house was breathing, and it got hot quick. Something about that place was a little creepy, so we left and went further into the city, the atmosphere changed to an almost Spring feeling and nothing looked “alive” anymore… if that’s what you could even call it.
~XX08.1~
The city is pretty empty… Lady Leda, what do you think it could be? I’m sure we’re missing something
~XX09~
We had to fight Old People! Steve promised to teach us telepathy in exchange we would have to help him. I wasn’t sure at first seeing as I’m almost certain he had intimate relations with his sister or his cousin or a dead body, but he doesn’t seem completely lost yet. Poppy, the lovely gobblin; she made Steve a flower. Precious girl, I grow to see a resemblance in both of you in her actions and her eyes.
Lady Leda, this next part is a tad disturbing…. As we went to go fight the old people we initially saw them wandering through a library, Tortle crashed into a desk and that’s when everything escalated. The smelled old, their skin was so wrinkly and their eyes were so cold. To be near them was much for me to stomach. I wrote a poem for the horrors I experienced:
"Ancient Skin"
The smell of mold and decay
Mildew and old flesh
With eyes so cold and blue
Sending chills down my spine
To face them brings brings unease
But I must face them and be brave
Moth Balls and scrotum like skin
I’m caressed by this old person
In the end, came defeat
Promises of not dying, seem easy to keep
And we shall keep them, not just for
The “Cult of Steve”
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Deb's Journey
Short StoryDebaucherous Rhombulus, a halfling bard who's life was something to be shared. Each log is meant for the eyes of Lady Leda and covers his adventures with his newfound companions. If you like random short stories, DND, or are looking to be a little e...
