He’d done it again. His hunger for
discovery, or his greed for treasure, had led Jade away from his companions.
“Stay together and don’t split up!” was the mantra of his friends. The wise
paladin, Gabrius, had warned them of the evil that tainted the mountain pass
but Jade had never been one to follow.
A reflection of light had distracted the
ninja momentarily but that was all it took for him to tread down onto weak shale
rocks and collapse into the grotto beneath.
At first he thought the cold was due to the
water in the cavern but he soon learnt otherwise. A dark cloudlike form rose
from the depths and battered Jade like an uncontrolled gust of wind. Then he
felt the wounds on his body and to his horror, he watched his blood being absorbed into the cloud. The cloud coalesced and before his eyes, the creature
began to take form. His form!
Developing a series of short narratives to accompany some art pieces I've done based on the adventures of my longest running AD&D hero.
