Rough Rough Story with only Dialogue
Its late... I couldn't write prose and instead of getting stuck on it, I just wrote the dialogue. Wooo... The story is the main dnd party was at dinner with the evil king Adrien, and party and then the BBEG showed up and the party ran off to fight him... Adrien and party left... here's what happened.
Warlock: Sir what exactly was that? Adrien: Our cue to leave. Let's ride. *long ride ensues, citizens rushing to get out of the way of horses and a new wagon. Varian lags slightly behind* Adrien: Finally decided to catch up? Varian: Well you did wait for me... I wasn't as keen on trampling citizens. Adrien: The undead army would mop them up anyways. It was probably much more merciful. Plus it was only one. Varian: One more than I'd desire... So where do you propose we go from here? Adrien: Away. I want to put as much ground between us and him as we can. There's no telling what he can do. Varian: Do I detect a hint of fear in our Stalwart Paladin's heart? Adrien: Not fear, just a healthy amount of self preservation. Please do not confuse the two. Varian: Ah, pardon me. I didn't expect the zealot to have such a thing considering how promising his afterlife is. Adrien: As promising as it may be, I have hundreds of years yet to live. I don't want it to be cut short by a flying magical rock with arms and legs dead set on destroying the world. I have a nice kingdom, and a very nice castle. It would really be a shame to give it up so soon. Varian: Ah yes, and a very handsome young man for a son. That deserves to be on that list. Adrien: I have a very special place for that one in my heart... and my dungeon... Varian: Might I remind you, you signed a contract. Adrien: I will pray every moment to my Lady Glasya that they break said contract... and don't end up dead at Pandorym's hand. They seemed to quiet foolishly be running right into the fire last I saw. Varian: You're so hard on the boy. He seems harmless enough. Adrien: That's not the point, I want him dead and his heart crushed to a million pieces. His existence, and his blissful HAPPINESS that he carries with it is aggravating to no end. I'd like to see that little 'twinkle' in his eye extinguished and then his head on a block. Varian: I think you're just upset because he reminds you too much of yourself... Strike a chord 'my liege'? Might I remind you that you are also under contract to not harm me as a part of my conditions of being hired on to your little party. Adrien: *through gritted teeth* You need not remind me. Varian: Then I also need no remind you that this is all your fault. That 'flying magical rock with arms and legs dead set on destroying the world' is here directly because of your intervention... and Ker-Son's daughter knew that as well. Adrien: … Yes fine. It IS my fault... was my fault... Varian: You hate the boy because he reminds you too much of yourself, and the only reason you're out here right now is because you feel guilty. Adrien: Don't make me go back on a contract Varian. I'll get demoted for that and I'm rather satisfied with my current standing. Varian: If its any consolation, they'll probably all die horribly, and then Pandorym will have their staffs... wow come to think of it, maybe if we were there we could have stopped it and him. Adrien: The world isn't ready yet for that engagement. Varian: Hah. You know I don't know why people call you the King of the Isles, I'd say a more accurate title is King of Excuses. Adrien: There is not a moment that I regret bringing you along. Make sure the scrying focus is established before we make that cursed trade... assuming they live and don't break the contract... I don't want them running amok without having any idea of what they're doing. Goodnight Varian. Varian: Goodnight Brother.









