Wanderer

Hey! This is the story of some of my D&D characters,  
Myra Siaex (Half-elf ranger; Chaotic Good)
Aanya Regis (Human rogue [Thief]; Chaotic Neutral)
Mila Cyrus (Half-Elf rogue [Swashbuckler]; Lawful Neutral)
Miyuki Sakurai (Half-Elf Monk/Rogue [Arcane Trickster]; Neutral)
Clover Hollow (Elven Fighter [Champion]; Neutral Good)
Jira Alumm (Half-Elven Bloodhunter; Chaotic Neutral)
Note: Even though I have three rogues, I promise they're not vanilla copies of each other. Mila is built like a pirate, Miyuki is built like a ninja, and Aanya is a classic thief. And yes, I consider Critical Role content to be canon, hence the Bloodhunter. Jira and Clover probably won't appear for a while though, I'm focusing on developing Myra, Aanya, Mila and Miyuki right now. Also, if anyone has any recommendations on what kind of spellcaster I should include, let me know!  
Um...hope you enjoy! 
=== Wanderers and Thieves ===
She crept carefully over the leaves and dirt that coated the forest floor, her worn leather boots making only a soft sound. She held a bow in her hands, an arrow ready in her long, slim fingers. She closed her eyes for just a moment, feeling the forest around her, the bow in her hands. She opened her eyes, and was just about to take her shot when her only companion, her falcon, swept down towards her, landing on her arm. 
"What is it?" She asked. The bird looked up into the sky, and Myra followed the sharp gaze. Sure enough, a plume of smoke cut sharply through the blue sky. She sighed. "I suppose we should go check it out." She lowered her bow, drawing her spear instead, then started towards the source of the smoke. She pushed silently through the trees, seeing an encampment up ahead. Holding her spear a bit tighter, she began advancing towards the camp. As she entered the small clearing, a woman with black hair and clothes, and striking dark blue eyes looked up at her, rushing to her feet. The woman gripped the dagger she had been sharpening, glancing around as if she was trying to figure a way out of a combat situation where she would be desperately outmatched with just her dagger. Their eyes met, daring the other to speak first. Myra met the woman's hard, blue eyed gaze with steely determination. Finally, the human dressed in black gripping the dagger spoke, shattering the fragile silence that had gripped the moment.  
"Who are you?"  
Myra's grip on her spear tightened. "You're the one camping in my territory. I think I should be asking you that."  
The woman's eyes narrowed. "Why should I trust you?"  
"Knowing a name doesn't exactly constitute trust, does it?" Retorted Myra. The human paused, clearly considering her words. Besides, if this human was intelligent at all, she would see that her only way out of here alive was with words.  
"Aanya."  
"What are you doing out here, Aanya? You don't look like the nature type."  
"Your name first. I'm not saying a word otherwise. My secrets can die with me." Myra regarded the woman in a new light. She respected drive like that.  
"Myra. I'm Myra."  
"Pretty name." Why did you say that? This woman is threatening you with a spear.  
"...Thanks. You too." Said Myra, thrown off yet again. She realized she had been lowering her spear, and raised it yet again. "What are you doing out here, Aanya?"  
"I'm not here for long, don't worry. As for why I'm here, I'm not sure it's your business." Myra sighed.  
"Listen, I have no interest in running to the authorities. You don't seem like a bad person, and I'm fully supportive of breaking the law in order to do what's right."  
"You don't know anything about me." Said Aanya uneasily.  
"I'm a pretty good judge of character. Believe it or not, I'm not out here because I don't like people. I'm here because...y'know what, that doesn't matter." Well, it's not a complete lie. I do like some people. 
Aanya looked at her closely, trying to read her. "Yeah. I can see that. I was out on an...assignment, but it went wrong. My crew all died, and I ran into the forest." Myra paused, trying to find dishonesty in her words. But she was empty-handed. This woman was telling her the truth. Slowly, she lowered her spear and approached the woman. Aanya recoiled, but held her ground. Myra offered her hand to shake.  
"If you need an ally, you have one in me."  
"Just like that?" Asked Aanya dubiously.  
"You just met me, but you told me the truth. You're a good person, I can tell. Like I said, I can judge character pretty well. You trusted me, so I trust you. It's pretty simple." Aanya almost laughed. This woman was like no one she had ever met before.  
"Well then, Myra. I suppose you have an ally in me as well." She shook her hand. The women's’ eyes met, and Myra couldn‘t help but be curious about what the other woman was thinking. Aanya noticed the woman's piercing gaze, and considered her. She was like no one Aanya had ever met, that was for sure. An obvious loner, but comfortable around others, and unflinching in the face of danger. It was fascinating.    
=== Shinobi and Swashbucklers ===
Mila wiped the rain out of her eyes, thunder clapping above her. All things considered, it was a typical day out on the open seas. Her fiery red hair whipped around in front of her gray-blue eyes, and she found herself feeling thankful that she was out here in such a storm. While her crewmates celebrated ever mile closer to land they traveled, she rejoiced in being one with the storm and seas. She looked out across the gray sea and thunder-filled skies around her, and breathed in the sense of freedom she lived for. Unconsciously, she fiddled with the pendant she was told belonged to her mother. Not that she would know... she shook her head, clearing her thoughts. Category:Literature
Category:Stories
Category:Original Stories (Unfinished)
Category:Fantasy