Artwork commissioned from @myrmyr21 - thank you so much for creating one of the very first
Artwork commissioned from @myrmyr21 - thank you so much for creating one of the very first art pieces of my character here :D
HardyGal’s D&D Experiences (Roughly) Retold
Session 1: A Social Faux Pas
This moment has haunted my character more than his actual background at this point :]
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While Vyalda and Queenie checked on the old lady who had suddenly fallen asleep at her table, Gossamer turned to where he had last seen that young elf girl. It had been perhaps five minutes since he had first taken note of her presence, but as he scanned the tavern for her now, he saw no sign of her.
‘Oh, crap…’
Gossamer quickly approached the bar. “Hey, Hubie!”
The old dwarven bartender made a grunt of acknowledgement, looking up from the glass he was currently cleaning.
“Hey,” Gossamer said, tapping a finger on the bar, “have you seen that girl, umm, Maya?”
“She should be just over there, lad.” Hubie pointed in the direction Gossamer had last seen Maya, then paused. “Well, she was just over there.”
“Yeah, that’s the thing, we were just talking to Miss Mary, and she told us Maya was planning on entering the forest. Do you know where she could be right now?”
Hubie’s furrowed brow somehow furrowed even further. “She’s… probably gone to Edaline Forest, then…”
“Shit.” Gossamer ran his hands over his face with a low groan before quickly turning back to the bartender. “Do you have any idea why she would do that?”
“Probably to search for her younger brother,” Hubie murmured, setting aside the glass he had been cleaning.
“Yeah, that makes sense…”
Gossamer would very much admit that he would do the exact same thing if he were in Maya’s position, as stupid as he knew it would be. But surely, if Maya was looking to enter Edaline Forest, she wouldn’t do without supplies. And Gossamer didn’t recall seeing a backpack or weapons, anything to indicate that Maya was planning on embarking on a dangerous mission.
“Hey, do you know where Maya lives or stays?” Gossamer asked quickly.
“She stays here, in the tavern,” Hubie answered gruffly. “Just like everyone else in the town these days.”
“All right… Could you tell me–”
There was a brief moment in between the question Gossamer was looking to ask. A fleeting instant in which he realised that what he was about to ask, the question that was leaving his mouth at this moment, could be construed as potentially creepy.
But too late, he finished the question without getting a chance to stop himself, saying, “Could you tell me which room is hers?”
Hubie stopped, his rough hand hovering over another glass, and he slowly looked Gossamer in the eyes. “Lad…”
Gossamer began to wave his hands frantically. “No, no, no, I know how that sounds, but I just want–!”
A heavy presence loomed over Gossamer’s shoulder, and he turned to see Vyalda. The dragonborn’s already stern features appeared somehow sterner as she looked down at Gossamer, not saying a word. Her presence was uncannily similar to that of Gossamer’s father whenever Gossamer was caught doing something especially stupid. Standing a little behind Vyalda, Queenie was regarding Gossamer with a combination of bemusement and mild distaste.
“That’s really creepy, Gossamer,” the tiefling said slowly.
“No…!” Gossamer protested. He could feel his face starting to become warm. “That’s not why I was–!”
“Word of advice, lad,” Hubie cut in, bringing Gossamer’s attention back to the bartender in time to see Hubie place a hand on the bar and fix him with another stern look. “Keep it in your pants.”
“Oh my gods…”
