It’s not surprise that I’m a sucker for romance. Hell, my debut novel is a romance. So going into D&D expecting to not have my character have a love interest was a valiant effort but a failure waiting to happen. After Basile met his childhood friend Eyrene, I had to flesh out the conversations they had in a “short” story.
The people of Modelheim were starting to calm down after the devil attack, and the Associates were inspecting the bodies of the slain and caring for the wounded. Ciaran kept a brave face to distract the people as Basile walked around and healed them with his wand. Most people weren’t hurt too bad, and there was only one casualty. It could have been a lot worse if they hadn’t have arrived when they did.
“I can’t believe Ivuram didn’t come save us,” someone in the crowd grumbled. Basile didn’t recognize them. “We’ve been giving sacrifices and gifts all year and when we needed him most, he didn’t help.”
“I know we can’t trust dragons, but he had always protected us before. Why stop now?” another person added – Basile recognized him as Saul Larson. He used to be friends with his parents. He wondered briefly if they even realized the Addler’s had left.
“Hey, you guys are adventurers right?” A man around Basile’s age asked Ciaran. Basile couldn’t help but smile as his old friend, Raulin, stepped forward.
“Yep! The strongest and the best!” Ciaran stated proudly.
“You guys should go see why Ivuram didn’t help us,” Raulin said.
“Or just kill him! If he’s not going to do his part, he shouldn’t rule over us,” Saul added.
The commotion was cut off by a loud explosion behind them. Basile turned and saw as a plume of purple smoke billowed up from one of the devil carcasses, forming the symbol of Lucifer briefly before dissipating. Then, a second pop as the magic around them seemed to vanish for a moment.
Basile recognized that sensation. He had felt it when H’rathen had first revealed him to the others inside the library. He tried to turn invisible again, but his magic seemed to fail. Shit…