Hey! Remember that one time? A Dungeons and Dragons short story

Hey! Remember that one time? A Dungeons and Dragons short story

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This is a short story I wrote that is reminiscent of Dungeons and Dragons This story is about 3 frequintences and a wolf trying to bring a member of their party back to life. They find somebody who can do it but the man gets captured and they have to go and rescue him and this is what happened. If anybody actually reads this and enjoys it I can do the full version of what happened. Anyway please enjoy it if you read it. P.S the picture isn't mine I couldn't find anything that really worked
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