Today’s snippet, titled “Coda, Part Trois”, is a piece I wrote about my current character, Mim, to sort of demonstrate her experiences with a major in-game event.
      Be forewarned, there are mature themes and naughty language below.
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      “This fucking blows.”
      Mim spat a mouthful of foul water into the mud and wiped her face with her cloak.
      “All this magic and money and skill, yet still we end up sucking scum-water from some thrice-damned, utterly bizarre dragon thing. Its not- Not… Ugh!” She threw her hands into the air.
      “Fair? What about any of this is fair?”
      “Nothing. You’re right. Its just…”
      Anajalihn patted her shoulder with an open palm. “I know. Come on, Mim. Let us check on Azielle – she took quite a whomping in that fight.”
      Mim could not argue with that.
      They had left [townname] the morning after Trick’s murder, which had coincidentally been the same morning the Brotherhood of the Broken Chain had accepted a job from Hanoris Dellum. It still irked her, though should would be hard pressed to explain why, that Trick had refused their call from the other side. It seemed that he too had received his reward in the afterlife and chose not to return to the mundane struggle. Mim imagined he was leisurely lounging around with beautiful, buxom women to fulfill his every need.
      She did not understand why she had not gotten to experience the afterlife, not even as a brick in The Wall, but Mim tried not to dwell on questions of life and death. Well, except to ponder if there was some way to prevent her future victims from being brought back to continue their evil works. Note to self, she thought, bring it up to Anajalihn… casually.
      After identifying Trick’s remains, and attempting to raise him from the dead, the Brotherhood had collected his belongings and had him buried in a small, simple ceremony. He had been one of them. And though he was not perhaps the most beloved of all their allies, he deserved that much at least.
      “How are you?” Anajalihn was asking Azielle with genuine concern. Mim smiled despite herself, the lovely Oracle was still dry heaving and she was fairly certain she saw a leech clinging to the back of her shoulder when she bent double.
      You really are a bitch, Miriam Staciana Vermiere-Cressen, she told herself, sheathing her blade. Laughing at her misfortune, when you were totally useless in that battle. Flapping about like a headless chicken in mid-air. By Waukeen’s Golden Scales, you didn’t lay a finger on the damn thing. Some warrior woman you’ve turned out to be.
      Flying overland from [townname] to the swamp village of Daerlin had been an ordeal for her. She had been anxious the whole time, soaring a hundred feet or more above the tree tops. It was not so much the height, but the falling; that long plummet to the ground with no Ring of Feather Fall on her finger to protect her. Smiling at the memory, Mim recalled that there had been one bright moment in the whole escapade. They had descended from the sky and into the middle of town in perfect synchronization, stunning the good swampfolk into silence. Some had dropped to their knees in reverence, others had fled into their homes, locking the door tightly. The power that feeling sent coursing through her veins was almost as good as sex, though only half as good as a strong shot of Zzar would have tasted after a hundred dry days.
      “I found it,” Eric called out. “The entrance, its over here.”
      Mim left Anajalihn, Kenzi, and Azielle to heal their wounds. She, Grue and Aiden trudged over to Eric’s side. The light from the stone around her wrist barely penetrated the darkness of the lair.
      “…I don’t think your boyfriend is paying us enough for this,” Grue grumbled, casting a glance at Aiden.
      The lanky half-elf cast a withering look at the dwarf, but did not rise to the barb. “That seems entirely possible; I smell danger ahead.”
      Snorting, Mim drew her blade. “I can’t smell anything except that fucking dragon’s fetid vomit everywhere, but it doesn’t take a genius to know there’s nothing but trouble inside this cavern.”

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Note: Featured Image, “Laos, Vientiane , Temple”, by gwozdek from SXC.hu