I'm running a one shot for my brother and sister before I leave later this month, and I'm having a great time listening to my sister make her character
She was going to play a tiefling druid but my brother chose a druid so she changed her mind and now she's playing a tiefling ranger, dual-handing shortswords.
"she can have scars? Shit dude yeah she's gonna have a scar!"
"Oh you can give them earrings? Well, would she wear earrings? Maybe up here."
"she can have glasses! That's so cute! But this bitch has perfect vision"
"She can have a jacket, not a vest. A jacket, yes. A vest, no."
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Niniyx: Family Reunion
Once upon a time I started playing D&D. Then I stopped. Then I joined an RP server and started writing for my characters. Now I have too many characters, too much in my head, and the motivation to post a rewrite.
So here's some story inspired by my first D&D character: a tiefling beastmaster ranger who ended up becoming a pirate mid-campaign. As typical of any D&D character, she's got some nice spoonfuls of trauma and thus her animal companion acts somewhat like an ESA.
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The smell of gunpowder hung in the air, mixing with the salt of the ocean. She stared at the crest on the flag as it lowered in surrender, the crest that had sunk far too many of her ships. Something in the back of her mind told her to panic at its familiarity.
She shrugged on the captain’s coat and ran a hand through her hair, back between her horns. Without breaking stride, she stepped up onto the railing and hopped between the ships. Arrogance sat clear on her features as she strolled up to the ship’s captain.
“Nice ship you have here, Captain…?”
“Hayward,” he added a beat later, with a thin veil of confidence. “Captain Hayward of the Amiable.”
“Captain Lily of the Red Dragon…but I’m sure you knew that already.” The disconcerting silence settled for a moment before she spoke again. “So, tell me, who might your employer be?” Her smile disappeared as she took a step closer. “Because they’re starting to piss me off.” The patronizing smile returned as he stepped back in visible discomfort.
“Ah…the nobility of Faunewicke.”
As quickly as it had reappeared, her expression dropped again. “Well then,” she said slowly. The sound of the waves filled the several agonizing moments of silence. “Here’s what’s going to happen. I’m going to let your ship go. When you return to your employer, inform them that they have three days. I’d like to have a word. Are we clear?”
He nodded.
“Good.” She grinned and clapped him on the shoulder. “Fair winds and following seas, Captain Hayward.” With that, she crossed back to her own ship.
Taking a deep breath, she scanned the deck, finding who she was looking for almost immediately.
“Lander.” The elf looked over at her as she approached. “Three days. Set course for Faunewicke.”
He paused, looking her over with concern. “Is this something…personal by any chance?”
She glanced away, biting her lip. “Yeah,” she muttered, before walking towards her cabin.
The white wolf sprawled on the bed barely opened his eyes as she entered and tossed her coat to the side. “Fourteen fucking years,” she snapped, slamming her hands on the desk. Her head dropped as she let out a long sigh. “Assholes,” she breathed, letting herself fall onto the bed with another heavy sigh.
She adjusted her coat and exhaled, feeling her nerves lessen. The doors opened, and she entered, head held high, staring down the man and woman at the end of the room.
The couple’s clothes showed their status well. It made no difference to her as she didn't bow nor remove her hat in any show of respect.
She watched their faces as they swallowed their shock. The man tensed, glaring at her as his hands curled into fists. Meanwhile, the woman at his side sat up, looking between the two in alarm.
“Eva-”
“Niniyx, actually,” she said, cutting the man off. “Or rather, Captain Lily.” She could feel the cracks in his composure starting to form.
“It’s been some time.”
She hummed thoughtfully. “I suppose. Fourteen years, really, since you quite literally threw me in hell," she said, a bite creeping into her voice as years of suppressed rage boiled over.
“Watch your tone.”
“You have no right ordering me around.”
He stepped towards her. “I am your-”
“No!” she snapped, the fires in the room flickering a dark crimson. “I’m not here looking for any kind of reconciliation or acceptance. I came to show you what you did, what you made me.”
“And look at yourself,” he sneered, taking a step closer. “Some sea rat with no skill other than robbing hard-working men.”
She shoved him backward. “I don’t need your opinion of me. I already know. You didn’t want me.” She took a few steps backward. “I hope you’re happy because you’re starting a war you won’t win.”
He called for the guards as she turned to leave.
“Let her leave.” The woman’s order cut through the air before her husband could finish.
She looked back, briefly meeting the woman’s sympathetic gaze before turning back. Her footsteps echoed through the hall as she left, eyeing the guards and keeping a hand on her sword.
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