DnD Wife Stories

With Miguel occupied with exploring the rest of their confined space, Bogbean set her attention back on the head and body laying in a pile at her feet. She spoke to the head,

“Um, is dis body urs?”

“Nien, it’s my cousins… of course it’s mine!” the head replied with a rude tone.

“oh, uh how do i give it bac to u? uh sew you back…uh i don’t have any thread…”

She pats herself down with quick gestures and finds her crude sewing kit.

“Well, I gues i do, but its not fancy stuff but i can use this.”

Bogbean picks up the head to examine it and finds that the base of the head, where it is severed, is sewn shut with the same protective cloth on the exposed neck on the body. The same thread also sews the lips of the head shut, but the thread snapped at some point and loosened allowing it to speak.

Working quickly, Bogbean used her supplies to sew the head back onto the body. For the supplies she had on hand, it turned out quite well.

Now attached to a body, the creature rose and was easily twice the size of Bogbean, if not bigger. In the enclosed space, he was hunching over a lot while Miguel and Bogbean had no problem standing upright. After regaining his balance and his bearings, he turned to the two small creatures sharing the space.

“Hallo. It. Is. Very. Nice. To. Meet. You. All,” he said in very broken Common.

“Aha! So he does speak!” yelled Miguel with a smug look on his face, “He can talk! Are you a fan?”

Bogbean laughed, “He could talk this whole time!”

Still, the creature looked a bit bashful as he said, “Pardon me, when I get nervous, I revert to my base language. Um, you know of Emnarian right?”

Simultaneously Bogbean said, “I’m familiar wit it.” While Miguel said, “What?!”

After a brief pause of bewilderment at their different answers, the large Hume nodded, “Okay, lessons later. Mien name is Bricky von Wallenstein und you?”

“oh my name is Bogbean!”

“Bog. Bean?”

“Yeah, you got it!”

Miguel huffed a bit as they continued speaking, “Oh and I’m Miguel by the way! Thanks for askin’!”

“oh yea, dis guy was stuck a box like us.”

Miguel narrowed his eyes at Bricky, “She said you knew the man? The man with the weird freakin smile!”

Bricky stared back at him blankly, “I don’t know who you’re talking about.”

“See he’s not his friend. We can eat him now!”

“un mor question.”

“Ah, ok.”

“Um, do you know how you got here?” Bogbean asked Bricky.

“Ja.”

“someun who cut off ur head right?”

“Well, I was decapitated und put in the box.”

“You didn’t see who did it?”

“Ja, I did.”

“Who was it?”

A long pause ensued as Bricky said nothing. In the awkward silence, Miguel spoke up, “Did he eat his brain maybe? I mean, I heard it’s a good snack. Full of fiber…”

“I’ve heard the same of scaly creatures,” replied Bricky with a mean glint in his eye.

“Ooh yeah, we delicious! I ate a bit of my cousin’s shoulder once. It was scrumptious!”

“Oh really?” asked Bogbean with a bit of drool forming at the corners of her mouth.

“Well…”

“I haven’t eaten in like two weeks and dis guy smells so bad.”

“Okay.” Miguel begins to back away slowly as he says this.

“Oh, oh well. Okay, um, well, I’m sure there’s some fruit or something around here.” He begins to look around frantically.

He begins to rummage through boxes, picks something up and sniffs it, “This smells weird!”

He sets it down, turns around and looks up and around, “When did it get so bright in here? Ha-haha!”

He begins to meander through the small place staring at something in the air, then plops down on the floor. Bricky turned to Bogbean, “Well, if you wanted to eat him, he looks pretty easy to dispose of now.”

Bogbean’s eyes went wide as she snapped her gaze back to Miguel and drooled once more. She approached him softly like a jungle cat and pounced, her face morphing into large, sharp jaws. Latching onto his tail, she ripped it off in one clean bite!

Bricky chimed in, as she devoured her prey, “Did you save any for me?”

“Oh…yea.,” Bogbean handed Bricky the last remaining piece of tail. The end nub.

“Oh yea, im sorry das really bad manners.”

Bricky politely declines with a bit of a green look on his face and drops it at her feet.

There is some rustling as Miguel picks himself of the floor with uncertain balance.

“Huh, this is weird balance…” Miguel begins to chase his rear end as he searches for a reason to his imbalance and pauses when he sees what is left of his tail.

“Oh, OH, AHHHHHH!!!!”

Miguel starts running around in a circle.

“Where did it go? Where did it go? Oh no this can’t be happening. This can’t be happening!”

As the initial shock wears off, Miguel looks around for the source of his missing tail.

He follows the small trail of blood to the nub lying, discarded at Bogbean’s feet.

“How could YOU?!” Miguel walks closer, beginning to cry. “Do you know what you’ve done to me? I’ll never be big, NEVER!” he drops to the ground sobbing as a river of tears streams down his face.

With all the commotion, Bogbean and Bricky notice that Miguel’s crying is getting louder and louder. With all the noise, Bricky notices that there are steps coming closer from above. The floorboards above their heads creak with each thump of a step closer.

“Let’s leave,” says Bogbean.

“Where? We are on a boat.”

Having never been on a boat, Bogbean assumed it was something like the rafts she used to get through the swamps.

“I can build a raft in like ten minuts.”

Bricky looked at her skeptically before being distracted by Miguel’s increasingly louder cries of sorrow. He swoops a hand down and picks Miguel up by the back of the neck and holds him face to face, “Bitte, shut up.”

“But. She. Just. Took. Every. Thing. From. Meeeeeee!”

With the other hand Bricky covers Miguel’s mouth and muffles the cries until they wind down a bit. Tears still stream down Miguel’s face in small rivers.

This was done just in time a hatch is opened and a beam of light pierces the darkness to check on their space. The creatures below deck stay very still and quiet as the light of a lantern sweeps across the space it can before disappearing. The hatch drops back into place and the creatures below take a breath relief for the moment.

Bricky turns to Bogbean, “If we want to escape, I think we should do it now.”