As part of the flat mag, my group decided to have interviews with rpg characters. It was my job to create n draw them and write the interviews. Two were used in the final flat mag, n four weren’t
Daro'hila Sero - tabaxi fighter
What's your journey been like? Any interesting or memorable quests?
It's not the quests that've been the most interesting, per say, usually the lead up to getting one. I'm typically a loner and work for a thiev- ah. A guild, we'll say, and get given my orders via dead drops. So imagine my surprise when I find myself dropped into a lovely little band of adventurers who stumble their way through a skeleton infested cave, fight a lich king, swim through muck, all to find some old warlock at the end to ask him if he had any work for them. No reward! Nothing in return for all the fighting! For wading through absolute filth! I was washing waste out of my fur for weeks afterwards! The only good thing to come of it was a few things worth looting from the skeleton bodies.
Sounds horrible. Did you end up staying with those adventurers, or did you return to you solitary lifestyle?
... Eh. What can I say, they grew on me. Like parasites. Our dynamic just works, y'know? I'm the quirky scoundrel everyone loves to hate, and this group was missing that. I just fit right in, honestly. Course, the reason I even joined up with them in the first place is cause my boss figured falling in with some adventurers was the best bet at getting some dwarf artifact or something, she don't pay me to ask about details. All I was allowed to know was that it was deep in some cave in a dragon lair. An' trust me, it was not easy tryna convince the party to head down to a place like that. I mean, none of 'em where novices, but they ain't exactly seasoned warriors.
Did you all end up going down there and facing the dragon? I've heard dragon fights are mostly fatal unless you really know what you're doing.
After like six moons, yeah, I convinced 'em to go down there. The cleric wanted even more time to make sure we were 'ready', but by then I'd managed to weasel my way into the leader's bed, so it didn't take much for her to listen to me. Well, at the time that's what I thought had her listening to me. The trip through the cave was pretty boring for the most part - not much wants to make its home in a dragon's lair aside from little scavengers and spiders. It was tough battle, and we nearly lost some people, but we managed to beat the dragon. Then... well, I had told them about the artifact, and said we'd return it to some dwarven scholar in the city. So when I turned around and pocketed it, the party was more than confused. I came clean about what I was there to do, expecting to run like Hell to escape them, but they all just looked... sad. I hadn't really realised that after six moons, they'd all grown to respect and care for me.
So you didn't feel anything for them? They were just a means to completing a job?
I thought so, yeah. Until I saw them all realising I was stabbing them in the back. Then they got pissed. Because of me, some of them nearly died. I didn't even notice I'd grown attached to them, too. The bard wanted to attack me, but the leader stopped him, all without looking at me. She let me leave. I always laughed at that 'I'm not angry, just disappointed' line, but Gods, that shit hurts. Still, I had a job to do, and I'm emotionally constipated, so I left. Climbed out the exit to the cave the dragon would fly out of and ran for it. Didn't stop until after I handed the artifact over to a guildmate.
And that was it? You never saw those adventurers again?
Ha, that'd make for a shitty story, wouldn't it? A few moons after all that mess, I ran into them again in a ghost town when I was looking for shit to loot. Saved them from dying to a lich. And lemme tell ya, that was the awkwardest moment of my life. We all stood there like a bunch of kids in school learning they were just about to practise couple dancing and they all needed to pair up. Just as I started to walk away, the leader knocked me over and it took me a bit to realise she was hugging me and not choking me. Then the rest of the bastards piled on, blabbering about how much they missed me. Maybe I apologised, maybe I cried and told them I missed them too. We'll never know, huh?