The Mighty Imp-Victus: A DND Story by AsherTye, literature
Literature
The Mighty Imp-Victus: A DND Story
***The die rolls … … … … … … 17*** “We have a WINNER!” the harengon carny declared as the third dart popped the third balloon in a row. “A full sweep too. That entitles you to one of the top prizes.” "Yes!” Imp declared, pumping a blue arm triumphantly. “Gimme, gimme, gimme,” he greedily exclaimed, staring eagerly at the available prizes. The short tiefling quickly selected a bottle of Witchlight Wine, thick tail almost thumping the ground as he took possession with a fanged grin. “Okay, you won. Again. Can we go now?” a nearby voice asked with a dry, annoyed growl. It belonged to a young tabaxi male with lithe features of a lynx and a mane of blue hair. Standing next to him was an older, reddish owlkin with two large ear tufts and wearing a pair of reading glasses and a plain brown robe. Both looked fairly bored, but that was to be expected. They’d been standing in the same spot for the past hour. “Maybe it’s time to try something else for a bit,” the owlkin