Basedoffdungeonsanddragons Stories

In a world full of magic its rare for a species to die out. That seems to exclude the moon elves. Two thousand years ago there were tens of thousands of colonies. And just like that, they died out. Namura thought she was the last moon elf left. When she stumbled upon a moon coin dropped by a stranger. Was this a sign they weren't all gone? Namura sets off on a quest to find this stranger. Will this quest prove pointless? This story was made because of my current obsessions (Harry Potter, and Dungeons and Dragons) Warning: This story may contain graphic scenes that may disturbing to some people, read at your own risk