this is essentially a story of a DnD campaign I'm running. there will be Skyrim references, there will be slight cringe.
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This wasn't the first time either had woken up bound and thrown haphazardly in the back of a carriage. A reborn, wandering the wilds, a Tiefling looking for shit to steal, and an Earth Genasi Merc looking for work. all bound, all kidnapped. all unarmed. what could go wrong?
DISCLAIMER:
I am not Todd Howard, I do not own Skyrim, nor do I own Oblivion. I just referenced them because I'm a nerd and lazy. Second, I do not own Magic The Gathering. Again, Nerd and lazy.
Waking up in the body of a Romani Archiman is acceptable. Getting 3rd and 1st True Magics is nice. Getting Beasts as pets - delightful. The world of DxD is unforgivable. It's a world where some teenagers who aren't even two decades old somehow mystically defeat the descendants of legendary heroes, ancient demons, powerful dragons, etc. Why does this happen? Simply because! Simply put, this world only makes sense because it doesn't. And now, I have to put up with the fact that I live here. Such pain. (DxDxMulti)