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Flash Fiction Friday 019 – Fire and Fur

Earth has gone to hell, a world of fire and fur. Ten years ago, the gnomes completed a ritual to Glittergold. Such things were not unusual. What was unusual was the power of this ritual.

Over the next several months, communities were surprised by sudden explosions. Chaos reigned and the great powers were on the brink of war. Noone could find the wizard or sorcerer responsible. Druids were targeted by mobs after a rabbit would be seen hopping away from one of the attacks.

The truth wasn’t discovered until one of the royal Rangers responded to the king’s request for rabbit stew. To kill a rabbit was to cause an explosion and the rabbit’s rebirth.

The next several years were a nightmare. Any rabbit death resulted in explosive rebirth. Normal births did no slow, however. The farming communities were being overrun with no protection. War broke out with the gnomes when their ritual was discovered.

The kobalds were all too happy to join in the fight against their hated enemies, but few of them brought the dragon aid we had hoped for while too many of them continued to try and eat the rabbits.

At last, eight years into the devastation, a breakthrough occurred. The rabbits were made sterile. In a final attempt for peace, the dwindling gnomish population succeeded in stopping the spread of the cursed creatures.

Now we do what we can to prevent further death. Conservation have been built for rabbit relocation. The brave and the bold track down and move the creatures or to trigger their explosions before they reach populations.

It is with one of these groups that I sit, bow at the ready. My watch has less then two hours remaining, but I am anxious and alert. Claxus, our leader, stares idly into the fire as the light flickers and dances over the burned left side of his face. If I do well, he will sponsor me into the ranks of the Bunny Ears. I look forward to the honor and prestige.

There is movement in the dark and my arrow flies from the bow. A sharp twang is followed by a dull thud. There is a bright flash, a roar of thunder, and heat washes over us all. Claxus nods over at me. I know I am ready for the trials. I will be a Bunny Ear.

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D&D Story – The Rise of Rod Breaker

Weak Tooth grew up poor and on the fringes of society. Small for an orc due to his father’s human heritage, he was often excluded from other opportunities afforded to the full orcs of his tribe. With no outlet within society, he found meaning in the underbelly.

He roamed from town to town, an enforcer for a small gang who used his size and look to intimidate the locals and collect on debts. Then, on a particularly dark night, his gang convinced him to break down the door to a temple of Kelemvor. Unfortunately for him, the temple was host to a group of traveling paladins dedicated to the death god.

He managed to convince the paladins that he did not know it was a temple that he was breaking into. In truth, he really didn’t. Religion had very little appeal for those on the streets, and he lacked the education to understand the iconography of the building. The lead paladin took pity on him and only ordered him beaten severely, recognizing him for the simple creature that he was.

Ashvar gave him the option of a new path. He was given a new name, Rod Breaker, and taught the ways of the paladins of Kelemvor. Rod Breaker was then given arms and armor and set out into the world in order to gain strength and earn his place among the ranks of Kelemvor’s agents in the realm..