March 31, 2015 | In: 2015, D&D, Dungeon Delving

Dungeon Delving Tuesdays!

You might have noticed — and by “you”, I mean the two people that still read this blog — that I’ve been a bit stalled. And by “a bit stalled”, I mean that I haven’t posted in two months. Part of that is because of work and not making time to blog, and part of it is because I’ve wanted to say things, but haven’t been able to put them in to words. Then, when I do, they feel hollow and like a pointless “blogging just to put something out there” post. And nobody likes those.

So I’m introducing something to force me to write more, as I’ve been struggling with that lately. It is Dungeon Delving Tuesdays, and the rules are simple: I quickly build a D&D character, and then tell a short story with them! Maybe some characters will come back, and maybe some will die. The point is, it should be a fun writing exercise, and will be different each time!


Today’s character is Harbek, Dwarven Cleric!


I’ve never understood why people fear death.

As with everything, there must be an end.

Perhaps that was why I was drawn to the service of Her, the one who most identify as The Raven Queen. The unenlightened view her as an evil deity, simply because she is the goddess of death. But, everything ends. Everything dies. Day turns to night, summer turns to autumn and winter, life turns to death.

These are my thoughts, as my axe cleaves through a guard’s shoulder. My ally, Therin, barely moved out of the way of another attack. We were on a quest to end the unnaturally extended life of a dark creature. A lich, as She had told me, when last I prayed. Someone who was once very mortal, and attempted to shake off the chains of fate through dark magics. She had given me this mission, and if for nothing else than to appease Her, we would succeed or die trying.

I quietly say a prayer to Her, asking that She guide my weapon and those of my party. I may not fear death, but they do. And in death, we cannot put an end to those who try to usurp my mistress’ power over the end.

“Come, Therin! We have an opening to the fortress,” shouted Tayen-kal, our bard. She is a competent fighter, but her true strength is in the magic behind her music. “We must go now! Harbek, Darett, this is our chance!”

As we enter the fortress, slicing and swinging through those that resist, I say prayers for them, as well. In all likelihood, these men are not truly evil. They serve an evil master, and I pray that Her divine wisdom sees them sent to the afterlife that they deserve.

Darett, seen as barbaric by those unacquainted — and by some only familiar with his warhammer — was the first one in the chamber of Yaserun, the lich we’d been tasked with ending. He kicked in the door, and was quickly knocked off his feet, as the creature sent a bolt of green energy at him. Darett lived, for now.


And there’s the first one! I wanted to do two things with this: write it “stream-of-consciousness” style, and write it in the first person perspective. Neither are things that I do often, but I feel good about it. I want to know more of what happens with Darett, Therin, Tayen-kal, and Harbek. Do you?

6 Responses to Dungeon Delving Tuesdays!


Matthew Horton

March 31st, 2015 at 10:57

Very cool, good read!



March 31st, 2015 at 11:06

Thanks, Matt! Glad you enjoyed it.



March 31st, 2015 at 11:15

Nicely done, Chaos. I do so enjoy your writing.



March 31st, 2015 at 11:21

Thank you. It’s looking to be a fun way to write more.



March 31st, 2015 at 12:06

I want to know what happens with these characters, too.



March 31st, 2015 at 12:15

Well, next week doesn’t focus on them, but I have a feeling that this isn’t the last we’ve seen of Harbek.

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