Setting takes place in Forgotten Realms, copyright Wizards of the Coast. Silverymoon was a city that opened its gates too all. For Lura, who was a black-skinned white-haired drow, that was a good thing. On the surface, her kind was not always readily accepted. Thanks to the works of the goddess Eilistraee and a certain well known drow ranger, though, she ha...
It's been a long day in the city of Waterdeep. Me and my adventuring party, an orc barbarian named Broq that sings a mighty double-headed ax, and so strong that he can kill tear the arms off of people w his raw strength, my advice to make him angry or angrier when he's raging when fighting. Our ranger a wood elf named Syria who can track anything in the wo...
Lura panted heavily. Her black hands refused to budge from Hammer's expansive chest. She gazed down at his handsome features, the strong jaw, stubbled with several days worth of growth, his lips that glistened in moonlight, and his ever-intense eyes. They bored into her own, like a beholder's eye beam searing into her soul. Her heart pounded in her chest, a...
Iliara and Cyra had camped outside the only entrance to Gauntlgrym they knew of. There were signs of a camp and combat, and they both had a strong feeling that Lura and Hammer had been here. They were both skilled enough in the wilderness to recognize footprints, even a few days old, and Iliara identified Hammer's massive footprint easily. So they camped in...
Disclaimer: This fanfic is based off the Neverwinter Nights community module by the name of "A Dance with Rogues" created by Valine. I fell in love with this story and felt compelled to write something that compliments it. This story contains explicit content and graphic violence. All characters except Shiloh, Bastian, Rhys, Nicca, Ni'as, Narev and Essex are...
NOTE: Character development? in THIS story? Heresy. *** The tiefling woman groaned as Karee laid his hands on her abdomen, although she didn't appear to be fully aware he was there. Karee murmured the incantation for the healing spell quietly, and for the fifth time in less than half an hour he felt Myria's power flowing through him. She gasped a little as...
"Who is he?" Ambrusia asked. Lura didn't answer immediately, instead reflecting on the woman's unusual accent and savoring it like an aged glass of drow mushroom wine. Ambrusia was behind her, spooning her, with her strong, yet decidedly feminine hand resting on Lura's obsidian hip. Her Red Robe was nowhere to be seen. "An old friend," the drow responded at...
Chapter 1: The Sharessan While this story is written in the Forgotten Realms fantasy setting, having no prior experience with said setting will not hinder your enjoyment and understanding of the story, plot and characters. Here's some boring stuff you probably already know and don't really have to read but i've got to write down. Dear readers: This story f...
Note: In the previous chapter, I showed some of the character's game stats. While I think that's a semi interesting concept, I'm not going to bother doing so anymore, though I'll keep doing the health and mana numbers for fights. It's too much information to keep a handle on and consistently update with every chapter. Hell, I even hand my own little algorith...
Author's Note: A Drow's Dilemma began as a one-on-one roleplaying project and has been converted into a chapter-by-chapter format for weekly posting with the permission and assistance from my partner. It will contain a considerable amount of sexual themes such as femdom, lesbian, straight, 'reverse' rape, BDSM, group sex, romance, and other themes. The mai...