wall stone

Well, I mean, it IS the law

So let me set the scene. The dungeon the party was in was ruined to the point where the stone brick walls were starting to “melt”. The party of four had just reached a door when the elderly undead Warlock of the group holds up his hand to halt everyone. He points his scythe at the door and says “We need to watch our step, ‘cause whatevers behind this door is pulsin’ out magic somethin’ fierce”. The Rogue, in his drunken stupor, unlocked the door in an instant and the darkened corridor filled with the scent of blood and iron. As the party is shuffling silently into the room, the young Druid of the group pointed towards the center of the room where she could make out a dim glow that lay close to the ground. The Ranger began to panic a little, as she was a close combat fighter and recognized the glow. A full suit of Heavy Enchanted Armour sat in it’s eerie glow. The scene then played out a little something like this

Ranger: ooooOOOHHH, nopenopenope. I can’t deal with that, dude. Hooo, nope

Rogue: Ah, don’t'cha worry, ye wee lass. That thing there couldn’t hear a boulder- *uninteligable slurs as Skype gives out at the perfect time*

Rogue OOC: I’m gonna fuckin’ sneak past this bitch

DM: *withholds a loud snort* Bruh, do it you won’t

Rogue: *rolls an 18 and begins to sneak towards a door down the way*

The Armor: *Jolts up at full attention, bellowing* STOP, IN THE NAME OF THE LAW, CRIMINAL! *Charges at full speed towards him*

Rogue: WHAT’S THE CRIME? *In a drunken rage*

The Armor: * freezing in place, having never been asked this before* I-… UHM… THE CRIME IS LIVING, AND THE PUNISHMENT IS DEATH!!!

Warlock: *raising his hand* S'cuse me, sir, but I’m not alive, may I pass?

The Armor: …..PROCEED?

Story Shard 17

“We’ll be okay.” They reassured the four year old taking the cloak off their own shoulders and wrapping it around the shivering form. The stone walls would protect them from the storm but they wouldn’t last the night if they couldn’t get a fire started soon.

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.