DnD Wife Stories

Bricky woke up. He was getting tired of falling to various foes before he could defend himself. In his frustration he blurted,

“I svear, if you all keep zis up und I need replacement parts, I’m taking zem from you!”

“Woah, we didn’t do anything to you!” Luna exclaimed.

“You lost to a Mir’Sha cub,” snickered V under his breath.

“I do not think my parts would be compatible with you, seeing as I am quite a bit larger.” Tobias mused.

Luna grew serious and informed Bricky, “also, if you try to take my ears, I will kill you.”

Bricky ignored most of the comments and just said, “In ze words of the ze great doctor, ve make zings work.”

Tobias interceded before things could get violent, “Where was this Mir’Sha camp you found?”

Bogbean thought about it for a moment realizing she had run without knowing where she had been. She did have a good nose, though, and that would help her located the area they had been in.

“i can probly smell my way back.”

“Should we go back?” asked Luna, “Well you need to rest.” She gestured to Bricky. “Would you like to stay here with someone while we investigate this?”

“Ve need to find Miguel.” Bricky insisted.

“No offense,” Luna interjected, “We seem to be a sore spot with him. Shouldn’t we just leave him alone?”

“but all his stuff is here.”

“I understand that, and we can look for him to give it back, but should we really forcing this creature to stay with us when we make him so upset.”

Bricky was asking about smelling Miguel and how they could find him when he noticed he was being looked at. A Hume man was sitting crouched close to him staring intently at his physique. He looked bemused for a moment before exclaiming,

“You speak Emnarian?”

“Ja.”

“Where are you from?”

“Ah Castel Eisenstadt..”

“Ohhh.” The Hume said in wonder and amazement, “You want to help the Union?”

“Vas ist?”

“We can talk about that later. What exactly are you? Also, I don’t mean to be rude, but you are in desperate need of a shower.”

“Vas ist ‘shower’?”

“Ah, darn it! It’s a dusche, eh? I’m not too well versed in Emnarian, but my tutor said I had a good accent for it.”

“Ve did not have zose.”

“Ah, I can tell. But, ah, perhaps we can find one together. I am quite ripe myself.”

Bricky sidled up to Luna and asked, “Is zat part of ze privacy zhing you vere explaining earlier?”

“Well, yes.”

Hamptony turned to the rest of the group,

“Well what is he? He looks Hume but he’s not.”

Luna explained that he was a Genahte from Undabar.

“Ah, you do know he’s dead right!”

“Well of course we knew.”

“You knew!”

“Well, he’s stitched all over and has no heart beat. We came to that conclusion.”

“Aye, he does not sleep or eat either.” Added Tobias.”

Hamptony brought up Grindlethorpe to look at Bricky and with permission, examined him.

“He is not fully dead, there is a slight heartbeat, wait two!”

Grindlethrope carefully examined his body while walking around taking notes and muttering to himself much like Luna did.

“He is not completely alive though, there are signs of decay and morbidity. Do you understand what I say to you!?”

“He can speak. He did say there were more of him. Different versions.” Luna explained.

“He can speak Emnarian too, who taught him that?”

“None of us. He already spoke when he came to us.”

Bricky wanted to check on his leg and how well it was mended so he stood up. He towered over Grindlethorpe as he took a step back from the tall Bricky. The leg wound had been closed pretty well but it was just stitched up, the damage inside had not been mended. Bogbean looked a bit worried at the closed wound and asked Bricky.

“do u need a new leg?”

“No, it should be fine for now. However, in ze future, I might need one. Danke.”

That was when Bricky noticed the black liquid that was splashed all over the ground in front of him.

“Oh zhat is not good.”

“Do we need to get you more?” Luna asked Bricky.

Bricky slowly took off the leather armor they had lent him for the tournament and let it fall to the ground with a resounding thud. Underneath, Bricky wore grey, tattered clothes that looked as if they had not been changed in a long time. He showed them his back and lifted the threadbare tunic to the side to show them hookups on his back.

“Vell, usually, ve vould sit in ze chair and receive new.” He pointed to a small port on his back as he explained.

“And they would fill you up with that black liquid?” Luna asked.

“Und ozer zhings ja.”

Luna was taking notes as she examined Bricky. She noticed that large portions of his arms were not flesh but rather large plates of metal affixed to the little flesh of the arms there was. There were mechanical elements to his composition but the black liquid was not oil. Oil had a specific look and consistency and this was not oil.

Drexla looked at the gross stuff on Luna’s hands as she brought it closer to her eyes for inspection. “Do you know anything about chemicals and how to replicate this?”

“I know some things, I am not sure about this, but I can give it a go.”

Bricky looked at Luna with mild alarm, “Please be careful vith zat.”

“Why is it dangerous, or poisonous?”

“Nozing like that, but if you toss some into ze fire, just stand back.”

“I don’t want to toss it into the fire. It’s valuable to understanding what it is.”

Bricky took a bit that was remaining on the ground and flicked it towards the fire a few steps away. It sizzled and then a small explosion rocked the immediate area sending a small wave of heat out to those present.

“Oh my,” exclaimed Luna, “It’s powerful! So that’s why you can’t be near fire!”

“If you remember, I mentioned a vall falling on me. It was from one of my fellow Genahte.”

“What he got a hold of a cigar or something?” asked V.

“He got a hold of a torch.”

“Ah somebody else exploded.”

A million questions were showered on Bricky until he had to wave for silence. His weary expression let them know that he was much too tired from his recent ordeal to answer more questions, especially all jumbled together like they had spoken. It was late. The moons were high in the sky, almost full and almost completely overlapping for the Festival. After such an eventful day the all agreed to rest for the evening. Bricky had been through a horrible time and probably needed rest. They weren’t sure how that worked with an undead person, but erred on the side of caution.

The three travelers that had stopped for food, made ready to leave as well. Tobias stopped them, washed his hands, and handed them a small satchel of food for their journey. Luna made to insist they pay Tobias, when he nodded his head and told them it was at no charge. He saw hungry people and wanted to help them. They apologized for the miscommunication and commiserated over the animosity from the other beast folk they seemed to share. Tobias warned them of the appraising eye of Lincoln, the slave trader. They thanked him, gathered themselves and made off into the night to find safe accommodations.

The group settled down for the night, arranging themselves around the fire. Bricky handed Bogbean his food portion which she devoured in short order. After cleaning herself up a bit she settled down on some furs and fell asleep with a burp. Drexla flew up into her room on top of the cart and began to jot down notes before passing out at her desk. The others followed after as the night wound down around them.