Hexblade قصص

'Exquisite Mosca am I!' My name is Hieronymus the Liar, an interesting title to be sure. I am no longer a wandering maverick, but a maverick with some half-baked purpose. As may be expected, I did not plan my life to be like this but, upon re-entering the Edranari Empire on an airship with a few people I would later come to call 'colleagues' at the very least, I can't really conceive of any more fun way to spend my time.

"Have I ever told you the story of the Pact Trio?" "The Pact Trio, grandpa? Who are they?" "Powerful adventurers from an ancient time. How bought I tell you all about them?" "Alright grandpa, let me hear it."

Jaune Arc was only just going to train himself behind his family's back using the family's heirloom passed down from his great grandfather. But suddenly a voice echoes around him as he was training alone...or supposedly alone. Unbeknownst to him, his father has kept a secret from him about the true nature of the Crocea Mors, and now that 'secret' offered a deal to our wimp of a soon-to-be leader of a certain team, offered a pact to be a better fighter. Who or what is this thing that decided to partner up with him? Passed down from generation to generation, what is it's intention and what will be Jaune Arc's future? Check out and read this hobby-made fanfic Author's Note: This will be my first book I've made in Wattpad, it is made purely out of hobby and some brainrot, just for fun and enjoyment to myself and maybe to you as well if you enjoyed it too! If you have any feedback of sorts feel free to comment. Disclaimer: I do not own anything other than existing OCs (If there are any) RWBY owned by Rooster Teeth and Official published D&D Sources owned by Wizard of the Coast. Oh, it may or may not also contain spoilers, so beware of that.

A character backstory that I wrote for a Dungeons and Dragons character.

A thief, a scoundrel, and a Tabaxi Bastard. Kraspyn Ostogar, been called many things over the years in Baldur's Gate. And, not that he bragged about it (much), he'd like to think he lives up to most of them. But when just another job leaves him bleeding and missing a few memories, maybe some things were meant to be stolen...