Elio Lightweaver
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In the Hands of Fate by CaramelizedToffee
Fandoms: Dungeons & Dragons (Roleplaying Game)
27 Sep 2019
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Every character has a backstory. Elio Lightweaver is not exempted from it. These are snippets of Elio's backstory in story form before he started adventuring (aka my first session using him). Sorry for the bad summary :)
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Elio, I'm Sorry (oneshot) by CaramelizedToffee
Fandoms: Dungeons & Dragons (Roleplaying Game)
27 Sep 2019
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During a siege battle, Kallo'Bain Sarkas has thoughts he wants Elio to hear. But it doesn't work that way
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It's Not All As It Seems by CaramelizedToffee
Fandoms: Dungeons & Dragons (Roleplaying Game)
28 Sep 2019
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Every character has a backstory. Kallo'Bain Sarkas is not exempted from it. These are snippets of Sarkas' backstory in story form until a little after my first session using him. Sorry for the bad summary :)
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Think Before You Act (Oneshot) by CaramelizedToffee
Fandoms: Dungeons & Dragons (Roleplaying Game)
21 Nov 2019
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A battle ensues between the Grinscoff's A-Team and Balls of Fury parties, and a horde sent by William Hobbeson. Feelings get in the way, which leads to something worse. Sorry for the bad summary :)
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Althaea Will Never Forget by The_Raffphster
Fandoms: Comet's Adventurers Wanted - Fandom, Adventurers Wanted - Fandom, Dungeons & Dragons (Roleplaying Game)
21 Dec 2019
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“I hope we meet in another life, one where we never have to part like this.”
Althaea can feel a gentle touch on her cheek, and a voice on the verge of tears, words laced with the sweet sorrow of parting. Warmth that all at once feels comforting and painful rises in her chest. It’s all so vague and distorted, like an old picture or a static-plagued radio. And still, like the light, earthy smell of the grass after the falling rain, it persists, formless but still tangible.